My name is Edith Williams, and my family has had the privilege of being friends with Shirley since 1949, when we arrived in this country after the war. From that moment, a deep bond formed between our families, and we became more than just friends; we became like family.
In those early years, we lived in a divided apartment, a common occurrence in the aftermath of the war. Shirley, along with her parents and daughter Merle, resided in the front apartment, while we occupied the rear. Despite the physical separation, our hearts were intertwined, and we shared countless cherished moments together. Shirley's mother and my own were the best of friends, and our families seemed to always live within a few blocks of each other.
After the loss of her mother, Shirley and her father moved to Monroe Street on the west side of Chicago. As fate would have it, we found ourselves living across the court in the same building. It was during this time that Shirley married Irwin Turbov, and they eventually moved to Albany Park, where their second daughter, Paula, was born. Paula and my sister were born only a year apart, and so Shirley would visit our apartment nearly every day. Shirley and my mother were like sisters, and as the years went by, Shirley became a beloved member of our family, and I regarded her as an aunt.
Shirley and Irwin often graced our house with their presence, especially during Jewish holidays, where lively debates between Shirley and my father would ensue. They would argue about any topic under the sun, both relishing the intellectual stimulation that came with their discussions. Shirley's spirited nature and unwavering positivity shone through, making her a captivating presence. She had a passion for championing the underdog and engaging in dialogues about politics, sports, and confronting issues of racism and antisemitism. As a proud liberal, she fearlessly stood up for her beliefs, engaging in friendly battles of wits until she emerged victorious, whatever her point of view may have been.
Shirley had an expansive social circle, and she cherished her time with friends. Her involvement in the couples club, her love for musical shows—particularly jazz—and her passion for playing cards brought her immeasurable joy. But amidst all of her varied interests, her greatest love was her family. Shirley's heart swelled with love for her two daughters and their husbands, Merle and Mark Williams, Paula and Ray Nemmura , and the generations that followed: Her grandchildren and great-grandchildren Debbie, David, Danny his wife Carla, Diana, Gabriel, Alex Irwin, Daniel, Tony, and Molly. They were the center of her universe. Their happiness brought her boundless joy and fulfillment.
For me personally, Shirley played an immensely important role in my life, and her absence will be deeply felt. I will forever cherish the memories of our weekend outings to places like the Brookfield Zoo, the Museum of Science and Industry, and the Field Museum. Those moments during my childhood in which I spent with Shirley, Irwin, and Merle were precious, especially since my own parents rarely had the opportunity to join us. After our adventures, we would often find ourselves at a fast food joint, like Dave's Red Hots or McDonald's, creating even more lasting memories.
Let us remember Shirley as a beacon of strength, optimism, and unwavering determination. She lived her life fully, embracing her passions, engaging in meaningful conversations, and cherishing the connections she shared with family and friends. Shirley Turbov leaves behind a legacy of love, laughter, adventure, and a relentless pursuit of justice. Though our hearts ache with her departure, may we find solace in the profound impact she had on our lives and carry her spirit within us as we continue our own journeys.
Shirley, thank you for the beautiful memories and the enduring love you bestowed upon us. Rest in peace, dear friend ,as you are re-united with Irwin, knowing that you will be missed greatly and forever remembered.
In closing, I want to share this quote "I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." — Maya Angelou
Edith Williams
June 17, 2023