Rosina was married to Scott Seydel (Class of 1958). They lived in a small but charming home at the top of a hill on 2600 Woodward Way, off Peachtree Battle Avenue. Scott had converted an old garage or carriage house into a rental home.
In 1972, through a series of events, I rented the "bungalow" from Scott & Rosina. It was a small, 2 story house that backed up to deep woods, with a large turnaround separating the cottage from the main house. It was my home for the next 4 years.
Scott had recently started a new company to develop business overseas for his family company, Seydel Woolley & Co. Their business was specialty chemicals used by the textile industry. Scott needed someone to help expand the business by recruiting overseas agents and Joint Venture partners. I was single & ready for a career change out of real estate (I saw the crash coming), so I readily accepted his job offer. The next 13 years were spent traveling overseas with Seydel International.
I have very fond memories of Scott, Rosina, and their 4 young children -- Rutherford, Rosina, Lael, and Scotto.
Rosina was a loving, devoted mother and wife. She had a zany side that kept everyone laughing.
I'll never forget coming home from work to find her watering freshly planted flowers. She embarked upon a story that captivated her attention. It was not until she finished her story that she noticed the flowers floating away down the driveway after the water hose stream had more than completed its assigned task. My laughter broke through my restraint.
A more interesting experience occurred late one night. I was awakened by the bedside phone. Rosina was on the line, breathless. "Bernard, there's a prowler outside of (daughter) Rosina's window. Grab your gun & come help!". While wondering where Scott was, I hurriedly threw on some wrinkled jeans, grabbed & loaded my shotgun, & rushed out to the turnaround looking for the prowler. Presently, Rosina emerged from her home. A policeman was beside her, pistol drawn, flashlight pointed away from me. He was young, very nervous. Rosina was loudly whispering "Be careful, he might have a GUN". There I was, gun in hand, disheveled, in wrinkled jeans, not fully emerged from the shadows. Realizing that this was how it was all going to end, I loudly whispered "Rosina, here I am. Have y'all seen anything?". Of course, the young officer swung his gun & light around toward me, but fortunately did not shoot.
A few minutes later, I noticed Scott through a window reading in his Den. When he saw me, he laughed & said "Rosina always calls the cops when the copper roofing outside Rosina's room pops when the temperature changes". It took a few days before I saw the humor in the situation.
Betty Ann & I enjoyed several overseas trips with Scott & Rosina to participate in seminars and other events we hosted for our customers and business associates.
When I moved to an apartment, Rosina was just beginning to suffer from the eating disorder that ultimately, sadly, resulted in her untimely death.
I miss Scott, Rosina & their wonderful family, and treasure the years we lived together on Woodward Way.
Bernard "Brother" Wolff
Rosina was married to Scott Seydel (Class of 1958). They lived in a small but charming home at the top of a hill on 2600 Woodward Way, off Peachtree Battle Avenue. Scott had converted an old garage or carriage house into a rental home.
In 1972, through a series of events, I rented the "bungalow" from Scott & Rosina. It was a small, 2 story house that backed up to deep woods, with a large turnaround separating the cottage from the main house. It was my home for the next 4 years.
Scott had recently started a new company to develop business overseas for his family company, Seydel Woolley & Co. Their business was specialty chemicals used by the textile industry. Scott needed someone to help expand the business by recruiting overseas agents and Joint Venture partners. I was single & ready for a career change out of real estate (I saw the crash coming), so I readily accepted his job offer. The next 13 years were spent traveling overseas with Seydel International.
I have very fond memories of Scott, Rosina, and their 4 young children -- Rutherford, Rosina, Lael, and Scotto.
Rosina was a loving, devoted mother and wife. She had a zany side that kept everyone laughing.
I'll never forget coming home from work to find her watering freshly planted flowers. She embarked upon a story that captivated her attention. It was not until she finished her story that she noticed the flowers floating away down the driveway after the water hose stream had more than completed its assigned task. My laughter broke through my restraint.
A more interesting experience occurred late one night. I was awakened by the bedside phone. Rosina was on the line, breathless. "Bernard, there's a prowler outside of (daughter) Rosina's window. Grab your gun & come help!". While wondering where Scott was, I hurriedly threw on some wrinkled jeans, grabbed & loaded my shotgun, & rushed out to the turnaround looking for the prowler. Presently, Rosina emerged from her home. A policeman was beside her, pistol drawn, flashlight pointed away from me. He was young, very nervous. Rosina was loudly whispering "Be careful, he might have a GUN". There I was, gun in hand, disheveled, in wrinkled jeans, not fully emerged from the shadows. Realizing that this was how it was all going to end, I loudly whispered "Rosina, here I am. Have y'all seen anything?". Of course, the young officer swung his gun & light around toward me, but fortunately did not shoot.
A few minutes later, I noticed Scott through a window reading in his Den. When he saw me, he laughed & said "Rosina always calls the cops when the copper roofing outside Rosina's room pops when the temperature changes". It took a few days before I saw the humor in the situation.
Betty Ann & I enjoyed several overseas trips with Scott & Rosina to participate in seminars and other events we hosted for our customers and business associates.
When I moved to an apartment, Rosina was just beginning to suffer from the eating disorder that ultimately, sadly, resulted in her untimely death.
I miss Scott, Rosina & their wonderful family, and treasure the years we lived together on Woodward Way.
Bernard "Brother" Wolff