To the Editor,

After 58 years, the Lewin family is saying good-bye to Princeton, and we have a lot of thanks to convey.

To our many wonderful friends and neighbors, who made living here a delight.

To Princeton University, where Elsbeth Lewin found a professional home editing World Politics, and an avocational home with the docents of the Art Museum; where Frank Lewin found an intellectual home with scholars in the music and Greek departments, and where his scores and papers have found a permanent home in the library.

To doctors Doreen Babott, Tracey Moreno, and Andrew Shanahan for seeing the whole person and for knowing — with warmth and humor — what to do, and what not to do.

To the nurses of Princeton Hospice for skill and grace; to Secure@Home for reassuring support; to Princeton Caregivers for finding the right people.

To the Community Connection of Princeton HealthCare, for taking our worldly goods to their ongoing rummage sale, thereby keeping them out of a landfill, and making money for the reincarnation of Princeton Hospital; and to the old hospital, where we were born and where our parents went for numerous repairs (and always made it out again).

To McCaffrey’s, for nourishing us and the community.

To Maureen Chavarria and Tony Tamasi for friendship and for loving care of house and garden.

To the Princeton Jewish Center and the Center for Jewish Life/Hillel at Princeton University for offering a spiritual home.

To all of the young musicians who helped Frank Lewin with his work after he lost his eyesight.

To Princeton Printers (formerly Triangle Repro) and Hagens Recording Studio, for collaboration through several generations of technologies.

To Town Topics, which we take far too much for granted.

To teachers and staff at Littlebrook School (though Riverside is getting the piano), Community Park, Valley Road, and PHS.

To McCarter Theatre, Summer Intime, Clayton’s, the Y Day Camp, and the Princeton Public Library for being our first employers (still some of the best jobs we’ve ever had).

We’ll be back to visit the friends and the neighbors — and Mom and Dad in the peaceful Princeton Cemetery, whose diversity mirrors the town we were lucky to grow up in. We may not have the red house on Magnolia Lane anymore, but we’ll always think of Princeton as home.

Naomi Lewin, Eva Lewin Radding, Miriam Lewin