Monday, September 24, 2018

Update 5-19-15
 
Hi,
 
First, from Liz King Giordano at South:   Tuesday night, the Board of Education approved the Irving Saffrin Science Scholarship.  You should be receiving a letter from them soon.  The awards committee has chosen the following student to receive this new award:  Adela Li
    A sincere thank you to the scholarship’s supporters for providing another South student with a scholarship.  Our students are very lucky to have your support, and we appreciate the generosity of your alumni and their support of our Senior High Awards Night.
 
Friday, the following came from Lawrence Trogel, the school board president:  I am pleased to inform you that at its meeting on May 12, 2015, the Board of Education voted unanimously to approve the Irving Saffrin Science Scholarship in an amount of $500 per year to be awarded to a graduating senior at South High School who meets the following criteria:
     1.  Must be in good academic standing
     2.  Excels in science (specifically biology if possible)
     3.  Studying science in college (if possible)
On behalf of the entire school board, please accept our sincere appreciation for providing this scholarship.
 
[Rich – I immediately forwarded Liz’s note to both Evelyn Roedel Read and the second initial  supporter of this scholarship.  I received Evelyn’s check today, deposited it, and sent a check to Liz.  This will join the three she’s holding for Robin Lazzara, Allison McCloat, and Kyle Miller, the recipients of this year’s Vince Tampio and Booker Gibson scholarships.  As mentioned last week, the theater scholarship is being split into two $250 awards this year, as it sometimes has in the past.]
 
Evelyn was especially pleased by a near coincidence.  As she explained:  My cousin's middle daughter – of three – had three wonderful boys.  But she and her husband wanted a girl, so Brian flew to Korea and adopted a little one, a few months old.  She’s now a gifted/talented teen.  When I saw the name of the first Irving Saffrin Science Scholarship recipient, Adela Li, I knew she was the right one chosen.  My cousins named their little one:  Adelaina Lee.
    Also, I didn’t have Mr. Saffrin's phone number or address in my old phone book, so I wasn’t able to contact him.  But I was overjoyed to read in last week’s newsletter that he is still with us, although having difficulty walking.  I hope that someone tells him about the scholarship in his honor and how he has always been my mentor.
    One more thing:  He "hired" me to come in during my recess time at lunch to grade his biology  test papers.   I had to do my brother's and my boyfriend's, Gary Ulrich’s.  At the end of the school year, Mr. Saffrin’s wife bought me a crystal perfume decanter.
 
[Rich – After I’d written Evelyn and the scholarship’s second supporter, I wrote a letter to Irv Saffrin.  It’s largely composed of things Evelyn’s said about her science teaching over the years – as mentioned in recent newsletters – but it also traces the origin and evolution of the scholarship.  I have no idea if he’ll ever read this letter, but Evelyn and the second supporter were pleased with it.]
 
Unrelated to that, but explaining the small mystery about Eileen Algaze mentioned last week, from Carol Ewig Duran:  Eileen died on Saturday, May 9th.  She and I had planned to spend the day together on Friday, as I was in Santa Monica for a few days to attend a wedding.  Her youngest daughter, Jennifer, called me that morning to let me know our visit was not meant to be.  She said "Mom's journey is almost over and she is at peace."
    Eileen and I have been in contact since she left South in 1964, after our junior year.  We knew planning to spend time together this past week was cutting it close, but we all know we can't stop planning.  Eileen and I last spent a couple of days together in 2013 in Laguna Beach. As always, we had a great time.  She is survived by her three children and two grandsons.
    On a lighter note, I was able to meet with Paulinda Schimmel Babbini while I was in Los Angeles.  We hadn’t seen each other since the 37th reunion, and we had a lovely evening together, both reminiscing about our Valley Stream days and catching up on our current lives.
 
Next, in answer to Zelda White Nichol’s question to Allen Moss, Allen wrote:  No, I went to Brooklyn Avenue School, along with Paul Zeigler, Linda Iaquinto, Tom Romano, Jean Cohen, and many other "famous" alumni.  There’s a great picture of us at the Brooklyn Avenue School alum table during the 37th reunion.  It’s on Stu Borman’s Picasa web site.
 
[Rich – Also added to Stu’s site this week, a bit over two-dozen more photos from the 50th reunion, courtesy of Barbara Brill Frohman.  Thanks again, Barbara.]
 
Another catch-up, from Emily Kleinman Schreiber:  This year, the Alumni Association will be dedicating two of its scholarships to honor Joe Caruso and Nancy Russo-Rumore.  They both plan to be at the Awards Program.  A few years back, Irv Saffrin attended the Awards Program when the Alumni Association dedicated one of its annual scholarships in his honor.  Both he and his daughter were delighted.
    Also, I encourage everyone to join the 738 South alumni already on the "Valley Stream South High Alumni" page on Facebook.   And I'd love to see more people send in their membership applications and dues – $15/year or $100 for life – and/or donations.  There's a file for that on the Facebook page, and since the Alumni Association is a 501 (c)(3), all donations are tax deductible.  The money in the Association treasury is only used for scholarships and donations – our Acts of Kindness.
 
[Rich – finally, someone wrote me recently about something I hadn’t thought about.  When I asked if I could pass it on in the newsletter, I was told, “Sure, but please without attribution.”]
 
    The concept of tikkun olam is one that I struggled with understanding through much of my life.  Repairing the world just seemed like something that made sense for Sunday school classes but little else.  But many of us carry the memories and hurts of high school throughout our lives.  Reunions let us see where people we grew up with have been over the past years and let us share some stories.
    Reading your reunion highlights, once again, I’m struck by the enthusiasm your class has for each other and the positivity that radiates from their notes in the updates – even when the news is less than good.  You have a community of people who care about each other and who feel cared about in ways that they probably never believed possible.
    Most of us knew that South was an interesting amalgam of people.  But in hindsight, we were much less diverse and different from one another than we thought.  I'm confident that many hurts have been healed and that these reunions have "repaired the world" in a very real way.
 
 The South '65 e-mail addresses:  reunionclass65 . blogspot . com  (please remove the spaces)
 
The South '65 photo site:  picasaweb . google . com/SouthHS65  (ditto)


Rich
Update 5-12-15
 
Hi,
 
First, to catch up on some old business:  we’re waiting for the Board of Ed to give its expected approval for the Irv Saffrin Science Scholarship.  That should come this week.  As soon as it does, I’ll contact Evelyn Roedel Read, the initiator of this award, and the second supporter and ask for their checks.  The awards committee has already been alerted to the possibility of the scholarship so has a student in mind.
    Also, Liz King Giordano wrote to say the theater committee would like to split the Vince Tampio scholarship this year, as it has in the past, so it can reward two students.
    And Emily Kleinman Schreiber mentioned that this year the Alumni Association is presenting 4 scholarships – one each in honor of two living teachers, one in memory of Denis Kiley, and the last in memory of Karen Grimm, a formerly active member of the Alumni Association.
 
Speaking of Irv Saffrin, this unfortunate report came in from Terry Gundersen Kaiser:  I just spoke to Marilyn O'Brien, Bernie O'Brien's wife.  Irv is about the same as he was in December.  His legs are very weak, and he does not leave the house as it is so difficult for him to walk.  I thought maybe we could have him over for dinner one more time, but I guess it's not to be.
 
On top of that, at the reunion, several people asked about Toni Rea.  I've asked around, and the best anyone’s been able to remember, no one's heard from her for about two years.  We know she and her partner moved from Easthampton, Long Island, to Florida, and one person remembers possibly hearing about some memory problems.  But that isn’t confirmed.
 
Further, Barbara Blitfield Pech wrote that, sadly, Eileen Algaze died last week.  Barbara remembers Eileen as being in the class of ‘65, but she isn’t on the graduating list or in the yearbook, so it’s a bit of a mystery.  But it is sad to hear of her death.
 
In happier news, some further notes about the recent reunion, first, from Ellen Epstein Silver:  I, too, thought it was a wonderful, low-keyed weekend with us all bonding so well.  I’m so sorry it’s over, and I look forward to seeing everyone again, along with the people who wanted to come and couldn’t.  How about the Florida Keys for the next one?  That could be in 2 years, to celebrate our 70th birthdays.
 
From Joan Aires Cleven:  The weekend was so wonderful.  Everyone was super friendly and warm.  It really was fantastic.
 
From Peter Rosen:  Just want to add that I had a great time.  I loved the informality, and I vote for another get-together in 2 years.  Rich, thank you again from the bottom of my heart for all you have done and keep doing.  (Please don't eliminate this last comment out of modesty.)
 
[Rich:  All right, Peter, I won’t eliminate that if you’ll stop offering compliments.  People will talk.]
 
From Rich Wyeroski class of ‘64:  Glad to hear what a good time everyone had.  We had our class 50th at the same hotel.  For a time, we were back in the 60s, when we were young and things seemed simpler.
 
From Zelda White Nichols:  I was wondering if Allen Moss went to William S.  Buck.  There were a number of schoolmates I palled around with that I don't hear much about, and I wonder what happened to them.  If he is who I think he is, I would like to hook up with him via e-mail.  I am also wondering if you hear from people who don't want their names or contact information noted.
 
[Rich – Very rarely, but it never hurts to ask me.]
 
Next, a couple of culture notes, first, from Ryki Zuckerman:  a new chapbook of my poetry was just published.  It's a small press publisher, and I don't know yet where the book will be available.  But my full-length book, looking for bora bora (Saddle Road Press, 2013) is available from online sellers (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, BooksAMillion, Powells, AbeBooks).
 
And from Mary Sipp-Green:  Thanks for asking.  Here's my coming-too-close-together-schedule.  Today, May 8th, a talk/slide show presentation at the Clark Art Museum, in Willianstown, Massachusetts.  June 17th, New York City, my show titled Couleur et Lumiére: Paris and Provence.  July 26th, Martha's Vineyard, my annual summer exhibition.
    So many of our classmates have retired by now, but I just don't see that as an option for me.  Painting is my way of life, and with any luck, it's a part of most days.  It's the deadlines I'd like to get rid of, which I'm sure you understand.
 
Finally, a public service announcement from Jennifer Schultz at South:  In keeping with South's tradition for sending our graduating class to its prom, I’m asking for help with Pre Prom.  We’re in need of donations from local businesses and families.  No donation is too small, and we welcome monetary donations as well as gift cards or items to raffle off.  Kids love winning, and don't we all?
    Here’s how you can help:  please contact me if you have a donation – schultzj @ vschsd . org (please remove the spaces).  Also, please include any contact information, so that I can send the appropriate "thank you" letter after the event.  On behalf of the class of 2015 and myself, I thank you.  If each of you sent one donation, we would have enough for every student to leave with at least one prize.
 
[Rich – Yep, not only a diploma, but 5 bucks off your next pizza.]
 
The South '65 e-mail addresses:  reunionclass65 . blogspot . com  (please remove the spaces)

The South '65 photo site:  picasaweb . google . com/SouthHS65  (ditto)
 
 
Rich
Update 5-5-15

Hi,
 
I got home late this afternoon from two weeks away – one east and one slightly north – and a couple of dozen reunion notes were waiting.  Since some were only to me, I’m pulling quotes and running them anonymously.  Not that anyone needs proof that everyone there -- or anyone following along -- had a lot of fun.
 
I'm glad you all had a wonderful time.  Please post some pics!
 
It really was wonderful.
 
So many of us Falcons together after all these years.  Our 50th was fabulous!
 
A great time was had by all!
 
It was a wonderful reunion.
 
Thanks for that whirlwind account of what by all reports was a hugely successful reunion.  Clearly, there was a great vibe in the air, and the informality of the event only seemed to add to a very special get-together.
 
I thought the reunion was particularly lovely.  I worried that fewer people would take the edge off the event.  It did not.  It was cozy and comfortable and casual and absolutely wonderful to be with everybody.
 
Thank you for such a descriptive account of the weekend.  It sounded like everyone had a wonderful time, and your writing made me feel like I was there, too.
 
Loved every minute of the weekend.  We are all very blessed to have been there and to have one another.
 
I, too, thought Jerry Gold was dead.  What great news that he isn’t!
 
Thank you for expressing your gratitude and satisfaction regarding your recent stay at the Hyatt Regency.  It is truly a pleasure to know that the hard work and commitment of our staff was instrumental in that success.  Your kind comments regarding your stay have been forwarded to the General Manager and Divisional Vice President.  You may be assured that the staff will be commended for their efforts during your visit.
 
Sounds great.  Glad it was such a success.
 
That’s simply great.
 
Thanks to all for a great reunion weekend.
 
Great summary of what was by all reports, a great reunion!
 
Glad everyone had a great time.  I had a great time reading about it. Thanks!
 
It was great seeing Joan Aires after 50 years.  We caught up with a lot of family and friends’ news.  Valerie was great speaking about her travels and living on Long Island  I forget the name of the gent sitting to my left, but we had a great conversation about careers and sports.  Bernie Scheidt was to my right, and we spoke about our careers and old classes.  I was absent Saturday as I woke up that morning to a flooded basement.  It will take a few weeks to get back to the way it was.
 
From Allen Moss in Maine:  So sorry that I missed the weekend.  It sounded great!  Looking forward to seeing those pictures.  Feeling much better but still am being reminded of how easily getting up the wrong way can get you in big trouble!  As for Dennis Pizzimenti' suggestion about my hitching a ride:  he would have had to take me in that blanket and strap me prone to the roof for me to be able to complete the ride.  Even sitting for a few minutes last week was total agony.  The five-year reunion idea sounds perfect and, as I e-mailed to Stu Kandel, I will make sure I stay away from my HO train layout weeks before the next reunion!  My open invitation for folks to visit Maine in the upcoming summer and fall seasons remains.  If you are in the mood for beautiful oceanscapes and lots of fresh seafood.  "Come on up!"  In the meantime, stay well, all, and enjoy yourselves!
 
Thanks for the detailed update.  I heard a lot from others and saw some photos.  Glad you all had fun.
 
This weekend was great.  To think that 50 years have gone by since our graduation is amazing.  Thanks to our friends who were with us.  It made it very special.  Hope all the long distance travelers made it home safely.
 
Happy continued memory sharing and good health to all!
 
From Mary Ferranti Khan:  Here are my pictures.  Unfortunately, my memory card filled up. so I did not get everyone.   I hope some other people will be sending in some pictures to add to mine!  So when is the next reunion?
 
And from Stu Borman:  I posted Mary Ferranti Khan's photos on the class photo site in a folder called "50th Reunion."  If people have other photos, please send them to me.  sborman @ gmail . com  (remover spaces)
 
The South '65 e-mail addresses:  reunionclass65 . blogspot . com  (please remove the spaces)

The South '65 photo site:  picasaweb . google . com/SouthHS65  (ditto)


Rich
Update 4-28-15

Hi,

It was a great weekend.  Everything came together, including something I'd been trying to negotiate with the hotel for almost a year.  More about that later.

First of all, I lied:  the party was supposed to start around 6 PM on Friday.  Instead, it started at 3:25.  Dennis Shapiro and I had planned to meet at the hotel at 3:00 to do some final checking.  At 2:30, I called him to say I was stopped on the Cross Island Expressway, with fire engines pushing past. The guy in front of me had climbed on his car roof, trying to see what had happened.  Dennis said he'd delay leaving home for a bit, but then traffic started to move.  It turned out to have been only a two-car crash, with no one hurt, but I guess the firemen were worried about a car fire.

At 3:15, I walked into the hotel to see Valerie Nelson at the lobby desk.  Since Valerie lives close by, I was surprised to see her checking in.  She wasn't.  Ellen Epstein was.  Valerie had picked her up at the airport.

I said I'd see them shortly and called Dennis to tell him where I was.  He said he was on his way, so I went to the hotel restaurant to make sure it was set up as it had been when I'd seen it last June.  It was, and I spoke to the manager, explaining that we'd have between 15 and 20 people for dinner and drinks that evening, starting near 6:00.  He said that was fine, Friday nights were slow, and we could push some tables together and order whenever we wanted to.  As I headed to the lobby to wait for Dennis, I noticed Valerie sitting at a counter near the bar, with a glass of red wine.

I stuck my small duffel bag under a stool and started to talk with Valerie.  She was waiting for Ellen.  Then Bernie Scheidt appeared, and Peter Rosen.  Or the other way around.  Then Art Halprin and Neil Guberman.  Then Ellen.  Then Joan Aires and Rosemary Mercurio.  Then Dennis, and he and I never really got around to doing what we'd been meeting early for.  One of those things was to get name tags, but everyone quickly agreed we didn't need them.

As the group grew, we moved from sitting on stools at that counter near the bar, to sitting on a couch and chairs near that counter, to dragging other chairs and drum-like low stools/drink tables to sit on near the couch.  Finally, we moved to tables which we pushed together.  By then, we were 15, including Marilyn Horowitz, Jane Wolff, Irene Saunders, her fiancé, Jerry, and Stu Kandel.   Maybe.  I'd started a sign-in list, but people were too busy talking, so writing down names and phone and room numbers seemed unimportant.  At some point, I did remember to check in, so I'd have a room number to list.

And our number kept growing.  Every time I thought we were all there, someone else showed up, and it was hard to keep count because people kept moving.  Peggy Cooper and her husband, Les.  Barbara Brill.  Henry Gabbay.  Mary Ferranti and her husband, Bashir.  Larry Rugen.  Les Glasser.  Mark Yetman.  Danny Stellebotte.  Jay Berliner.  That's 26, and I may have missed someone.  I may also have originally underestimated our number expected that evening because I didn't want to panic the restaurant staff.  Around 7:30, Marilyn Horowitz checked the last class newsletter, from 4-21, to see who else was expected, and we were only missing Carol Bunim and Bob Okin.  As it happened, I read a e-mail from them, today, Sunday, which explained that they were unable to come.

Laura Littner had phoned Friday morning to say the same thing.  And Allen Moss had hurt his back so couldn't risk the 7-hour drive from Maine.  Dennis Pizzimenti later said he and Benette would have picked Allen up on their drive from New Hampshire, wrapped him in a blanket, and thrown him in the back of their car.  I can picture that, and I think Allen got off easy.

Emily Kleinman also called in sick.  By the way, the reason I'm mainly avoiding women's married names is it's hard enough to follow 40 people at a reunion without having to juggle double last names.

The surprise phone call came Thursday night from a man who introduced himself by saying, "I'm not sure you'll remember me."  It was Jerry Gold.  I remembered.  You don't forget one of the brighter people in your class.  He'd recently sold his dad's house, and the real estate agent, Linda Tobin Kettering, who was also from South, had told him about the reunion.  Jerry said he'd tried to be there, but he lived on the West Coast, and his traveling schedule hadn't worked out.  But he said to give everyone his best.

When I passed this news on to the party Friday evening, a couple of people asked, "Wasn't Jerry dead?" as if that were reversible.  It seems a rumor had stated at the 37th reunion.

Once we'd settled in, we overworked Rose, who was taking care of our food, and Ken, who was handling our drinks.  But they were smiling at the end of the evening because we treated them well.  Around 10:00, some people started for bed, somewhat hoarse, but at midnight, there was still a small group of us there when the restaurant manager stopped by.  He said he might have a private room for us for Saturday night, so we looked at it.  It was ugly and bright, but it was nearby and private, and the manager said he might be able give us a waiter to handle our food and drink orders.  He took my cell phone number and said he'd confirm on Saturday.

Soon after, Peter, Neil, Art and I went up to Art and Neil's room to continue talking.  Peter gave out first, before 1:00, and at 2:00, Neil said, "You know, Art's on Denver time, and Rich is on LA time, but I'm on Pittsburgh time, and I'm beat."   I soon left, but since it was only 11:00 in California, and I usually stay up later, I went looking for a computer.  I intended to write down everything I remembered about the afternoon and evening, but once I was facing the damned monitor, I couldn't bring myself to write.  So I went to bed.

Saturday was scheduled as free time for everyone, and Marilyn, Jane, Ellen, and Bernie had planned a trip to Green Acres, South, and Valley Stream.  Irene and Jerry were off to see family.  Peggy and Les we're waiting for Jeryl Monsees and her husband.  Art and Neil were waiting for Benette Steindam and Dennis Pizzimenti.  Dennis Shapiro was waiting for Ray Sinatra.  Martha Morenstein and Allison Altman had been exploring New York City.  Stu Kandel was probably running.  And I had plans to see BJ Peres for breakfast, stop by and visit Frances and Booker Gibson, and then see Paul DeMartino.

I'd arranged the visit with Booker by e-mail and had spoken with Frances on Friday morning to confirm it.  Since I didn't know how well Booker was, I didn't figure I'd be able to stay long, and I'd carefully asked Frances if I could bring one-or-two other people.  She said, "Yes, maybe four," so Friday night I'd quietly asked the people I thought might be most interested.  All of them already had plans, and I didn't want to ask everyone because I was afraid more than 3 other people would want to go, and I'd have to hurt someone's feelings.  Still, when I arrived and hugged Frances for my brother David -- she'd been his music teacher at Forest -- she seemed disappointed that I was alone.  "Right after I hung up the phone," she said, "I knew I shouldn't have given you a limit."  And just in case I'd gone past it, she'd brought in enough deli sandwiches for 20.

And Booker was fine.  He has trouble walking and can't play the piano anymore, but he certainly can talk.  Instead of maybe being able to stay for 20 minutes, I stayed for 3 hours and learned all sorts of things.  One of the most interesting stories was when he arrived at his Potsdam area school to student teach.  Not only the students, but also the teachers, came out in the hallway to look at him.  This was 1952, before television had reached this mostly farming community, and almost no one had ever seen a Black man.

Because I'd stayed so long with Frances and Booker, I never did get to meet with Paul DeMartino and was only able to talk with him by phone.  He couldn't come to the parties because he's been working overtime reconstructing his 2 houses, which were badly damaged by Hurricane Sandy.  But, like Jerry, Laura, Emily, and Allen, he said to give everyone his best.

While I was at the Gibson's, I'd gotten a phone call from Ira Levy, asking where the group was, and a text from Robin Singer, asking the same thing.  I'd given them contact numbers for Art, Neil, and Peter, but I hadn't gotten the call I was expecting -- from the restaurant manager about a possible private room.  When I got back to the hotel at 4:30, I figured we'd be meeting in the restaurant again and also thought I had plenty of time for a shower.

Nope, the party had begun around 1:30, and Neil had news.  The restaurant couldn't handle feeding all 40 of us and didn't have a private room available.  But we were free to use the large, comfortable lounge area in front of the bar -- which we'd initially been in early Friday evening -- and we could order in food and bring our own alcohol.  That seemed fine, and more people began to arrive.  When we hit around 20 by 5:15, Saturday night's restaurant manager, Maria, said, "Wait -- I have a private room for you."  She led Neil and me in the direction of the ugly room we'd seen Friday night then turned right instead of left.  Here was a bigger, much nicer room, and we quickly said, "Yes!"

Soon, we led the group -- now up to about 30 and carrying boxes of cakes and cookies Ellen and the others had bought at Wall's Bakery -- to our private room.  But we remembered to occasionally send scouts to the restaurant, to direct people who arrived later.  Martha suggested, "Let's order pizza," which Peggy Galinger said was "Genius," and Martha, Valerie, and Allison went off to get pizza, snacks, and drinks.  I dragged in an extra table and chairs from the room next door, and Neil propped open the room's 4 doors, to cool things till the air conditioner did its job.  When everything was going smoothly, I slipped upstairs to finally take my shower.

As I was drying, my phone rang, and Martha asked me to come to the hotel lobby to help carry pizza.  Instead, I called Neil, figuring I didn't need to be arrested for streaking.  When I got back downstairs, everyone was eating and drinking happily.  7 pizzas, drinks, and snacks:  170 bucks.  Less than 5 dollars each, considering we were nearing 40.

Except we never got an accurate count.  Again, people kept moving.  We'd added Martha, Allison, Peggy, Alan Finder, Benette and Dennis, Robin Singer, Mary Sipp, Ray Sinatra, Ira Levy, Jay Tuerk, Stu Borman and his wife, Elize, Jeryl Monsees and her husband, Bayard, and we'd only lost Jerry -- because he was having dinner with cousins -- Rosemary -- because she had previous plans -- and I think Larry Rugen.   I can't remember seeing him on Saturday, but there were a number of people I never got to talk with.  Larry and I had talked on Friday, and I'd asked Booker about Herta Apfel, and I wanted to report to Larry but never had a chance.  That should have taken us to 38 people, and the number for Saturday in the 4-21 update had been 45.  Minus, Emily, Laura, Allen, Carol and Bob, Jerry, Rosemary, and Larry, that's 37, so there's a mistake in there somewhere, but I can't find it.

In any case, it was the perfect-sized crowd.  Art later said he got to talk with everyone, and Neil said no one could stop smiling.  All good signs.  And no one could stop talking, either.  I heard and told stories I'd heard and told before, but who could keep track?  And I heard quite a number of new stories, none of which I can repeat here.  They're not particularly private.  I just don't have permission.  As I've said in past reunion reports, "You had to be there."

Saturday's party started to wind down around 10, which wasn't bad for something that had started at 1:30, but by midnight, there were still maybe a dozen of us sitting around a large, round table.  Meanwhile, the restaurant was jammed with maybe 100 noisy folks, still celebrating a wedding.  Neil pointed out that if we hadn't gotten the private room, we would have yelled ourselves hoarse.  Even later, he, Dennis, Art, and I again finished in Art and Neil's room, mainly telling stories about the late Bob Friedman.  He's been dead for over 15 years, but he can't really be gone if he's talked about so much.

We also talked about other people:  some we haven't been able to find, and others we've lost contact with.  Teri Donohue, Toni Rea, Gregg Weiss, Barry Cohen... These were only some names I remember hearing, and other people, no doubt, were talking about more.  And people kept asking, "Why isn't this person here?"  "Why isn't that one?"  Only those people know.

Sunday morning, about 25 of us had breakfast in the larger hotel restaurant, the one that's only open in the morning.  Probably:  Marilyn, Jane, Peggy, Allison, Martha, Alan, Valerie, Ellen, Joan, Jeryl, Bayard, Peggy, Les, Art, Neil, Peter, Bernie, Mary, Bashir, and Benette and Dennis.  Ira was leaving as I came in at 9:30, so he may have eaten early, and Jay may have been with him.  The restaurant was cold, but the low temperature still didn't completely wake me, so I'm not sure who was there.  After we ate, we moved back to the warmer upstairs, to the couch near the bar where we'd already spent a lot of time.  By noon, most of the people had left, but there were still maybe a half-dozen when I said "Goodbye," shortly afterwards.  There was talk about getting the Florida group together soon, since there are easily a dozen former classmates living in that state.  There was talk about the 55th reunion, and there was talk about celebrating our 70th birthdays in the same way we celebrated our 55th birthdays at the 37th reunion.  By the way, that reunion shared the same dates as this one, April 24th to 26th.

And this weekend's parties had been just as spirited as the earlier ones.  But in 2002, when we got kicked out of our Marx Brothers' hospitality suite for making too much noise, we didn't know what to do, and this time, we were far more united.  We'd grown familiar with each other again.  Peter made a nice little speech, praising my hard work, and I know it sounds disingenuous when I say, "It's nothing."  But when you have a group of people who want to see each other as much as our core group, all you have to do is name the time and place.

My favorite part of the weekend was that it was a group effort.  Someone suggested picking a date.  Someone did hotel research.  Someone suggested adding "50th Reunion Information" to the headings of the newsletters.  Someone suggested getting pizza.  Someone suggested adding snacks and drinks.  Someone bought cakes from Wall's.  Someone collected the money to pay for the pizza, snacks, and drinks, and when I asked if I needed to do that, I was told it was taken care of.  And when I asked if if there was a bit left over to tip the restaurant manager for getting us the private room --  after my almost year-long effort to have a similar room comped had failed -- people went around collecting a buck from everyone, and when that wasn't enough, they went around again till we had 50 bucks.  And I'm sure there were dozens of other things I didn't think of that other people simply took care of.  So I've been taught to say, "You're welcome," when people say, "Thank you."  But, hell, it just ain't all me.

There will be photos online.  Mary Ferranti took some.  Jay took some.  Peter took some.  Stu Borman will eventually post them on the class photo site, and some may make it to Facebook.  But first, Stu and Elize have to get back to Washington, and they have other stops along the way

There's a bit of a letdown after a weekend like this, and as Neil was sitting on the couch in the restaurant lounge at nearly noon on Sunday, he said, "I can't believe we've gotten to the other side of this reunion so quickly.  It seems like we just checked in."  Yep, and maybe that's why I'm writing this on Sunday night, instead of waiting till I'm back in LA.  It's not that I'm worried about forgetting something.  I just want to make it last a little longer.


Rich

  
The South '65 e-mail addresses:  reunionclass65 . blogspot . com  (please remove the spaces) 
  
The South '65 photo site:  picasaweb . google . com/SouthHS65  (ditto)
Update 4-21-15

Hi,
 
First, obviously, the reunion’s this weekend.  We have about 40 people coming, and it should be a lot of fun.  If you suddenly decide to stop by, we’ll be in the restaurant just off the hotel lobby starting at 6 PM, both Friday and Saturday nights.  Saturday, during the day, and Sunday morning, people may just be hanging out.
 
My phone number is: 818-667-5271
 
If that doesn’t work, Dennis Shapiro’s phone number is:  516-395-6936
 
Using one of those numbers, you should be able to reach us.  These numbers and several other people’s cell phone numbers will also be temporarily listed online on the class of ‘65 site.  That address, as usual, is: reunionclass65 . blogspot . com  (please remove the spaces)  The phone numbers are the first entry
 
The latest addition, from Rosemary Mercurio:  I just found out about the reunion from Joan Aries Clevin.  I’m interested in going, but the only night I can is Friday, April 24th.  Hope to see you all then.
 
The latest regret, from Barnet Kellman:  I'm very disappointed that I can't make the reunion, but I send my love to all.
 
Also, from Emily Ferber Sondheimer:  Sorry to miss the reunion, but we'll be out of the country.  Regards to everyone. 
 
And from Marc Jonas:  My brother Jeff's wedding in Del Mar, California, will prevent my attendance at the reunion.  Best to all my fellow Falcons.
 
An important question from Les Glasser:  Please send me the name and address of the hotel.  I thought it was the Marriot Windwatch but that's now a Hyatt Regency.  There's also an Islandia Marriot.
 
[Rich – As I wrote Les:  Yep, the old Marriot Windwatch is now the Hyatt Regency.  It’s the same hotel we used for our 37th and 45th reunions, just with a different name and part of a different chain.  It’s now:
    Hyatt Regency Long Island, 1717 Motor Parkway, Hauppauge, New York, USA, 11788]
 
The present reunion list: 
 
Joan Aires Cleven                       Friday to Sunday             Hotel 
Alison Altman                            Saturday to Sunday         Hotel 
Jay Berliner                               Saturday night 
Stu Borman                               Friday & Saturday                             and wife Elize 
Barbara Brill Frohman                 Saturday & Sunday 
Carol Bunim Okin                       Friday &/or Saturday       Hotel          and husband Bob 
Peggy Cooper Schwartz             Friday to Sunday             Hotel          and husband Les 
Rich Eisbrouch                          Friday to Sunday             Hotel
Ellen Epstein Silver                    Friday to Sunday             Hotel 
Mary Ferranti Khan                    Friday & maybe Saturday Hotel          and husband Bashir 
Alan Finder                               Saturday & Sunday          Hotel 
Henry Gabbay                           Friday & Saturday night 
Peggy Galinger Menaker            Saturday to Sunday          Hotel 
Les Glasser                              Friday & late Saturday 
Neil Guberman                          Friday to Sunday              Hotel 
Art Halprin                                Friday to Sunday              Hotel 
Marilyn Horowitz Goldhammer    Friday to Sunday              Hotel 
Stu Kandel                               Friday & Saturday
Ira Levy                                    Saturday & Sunday           Hotel 
Laura Littner Fulton                   Friday & maybe Saturday
Rosemary Mercurio                   Friday night
Martha Morenstein                    Saturday to Sunday          Hotel
Jeryl Monsees DeNoie               Saturday                                        and husband Bayard 
Allen Moss                               Friday to Sunday              Hotel 
Valerie Nelson Gillen                 Friday to Sunday  
Dennis Pizzimenti                     Saturday & Sunday          Hotel        and wife Benette
Peter Rosen                             Friday to Sunday              Hotel 
Larry Rugen                              Friday & Saturday 
Irene Saunders Goldstein           Friday to Sunday              Hotel       and fiancé Jerry  
Bernie Scheidt                          Friday to Sunday              Hotel 
Dennis Shapiro                         Friday to Sunday 
Ray Sinatra                              Saturday night
Robin Singer Taylor                   Saturday & Sunday           Hotel
Mary Sipp Green                      Saturday & Sunday 
Danny Stellabotte                     Friday to Sunday
Jay Tuerk                                 Saturday to Sunday           Hotel
Jane Wolff Katz                        Friday to Sunday               Hotel
Mark Yetman                           Friday or Saturday
 
[Rich – On a related subject, here's the note I sent to Evelyn Roedel Read last Wednesday about the proposed Irving Saffrin Science Scholarship:
    I just spoke with Liz King Giordano, the scholarship coordinator at South.  A fast question:  are you comfortable with this being a scholarship in Irving Saffrin's name which can be awarded to any graduating senior who has excelled in science or plans to major in it in college?  Liz thinks it would be hard to pin the award specifically to a biology major.
    Liz also said she can get the scholarship request on the agenda for the school board meeting in mid May, so if the board approves the scholarship -- and there's little reason the board wouldn't -- it can start to be awarded this June.  That would be great.  Please let me know your thoughts about the award criteria .  Thanks.]
 
Evelyn wrote back:  I think that any student going into science or even some branch of teaching would be in line to earn a scholarship with Mr. Saffrin's name associated with it.
    I taught a lot of "science" to my first graders in 34 years.  We planted seeds yearly in compost that we obtained from the Holtsville Ecology Site.  I had yearly pole bean contests to see whose bean reached the top of the pole first to get the "Green Thumb Award."  Every morning, the children ran to the window to see how tall their plants had grown from the previous day.  Jack and the Beanstalk became more "possible.”
    We also hatched chicken, duck, and peahen eggs in our classroom.  I had a mini farm at home on my two acres and brought in baby goats, turkeys, chickens, and rabbits.  We saw chickens lay their eggs right before our eyes and heard them cackle at their proud moment.  We felt the fresh and still warm eggs.  My pet turkey came to school in November and spent the day in a mesh playpen.  Classes came down, one at a time, and learned how the farmer had to teach the baby turkeys how to eat by putting shiny marbles in the feed.  They pecked at the shine, and their beaks slipped off the marble into the food.  Dinner.
    So much of my enthusiasm came from the leadership of Mr. Saffrin, so it's good to know that we can honor him.
 
[Rich – Another supporter wrote in, offering to support the scholarship for an additional year, so now we have three full years.  This supporter preferred to remain anonymous.  Since I told Liz King Giordano we’d like to promise five years of the scholarship, that means we’ll have two additional years to raise money for when the times comes.  But since we’ve been successful with the Booker Gibson and Vince Tampio scholarship fundraising, I think we can add in a third award.
    The donations clearly don’t have to be as big as these two.  Most of our donations range between $25 and $50.  I was also asked if the scholarships were set up as a 501 [c] [3] so the donations would be tax deductible.  As I’ve said before, we aren't a registered charity.  When we started these awards, several of the accountants in our class investigated setting up a charity.  But the scholarships are relatively small, and so are the donations -- it's just a group of old friends sending a little money back to their old school -- so creating a charity seemed unnecessary.
    Still, I can write a letter saying how much a person has donated toward the scholarships.  Other people have used these letters to take a deduction.
    One more note:  I just sent the checks for the 2015 Booker Gibson and Vince Tampio scholarships to Liz King Giordano.  She sent me the names today.  I should be sending her an additional check, for the Irving Saffrin scholarship, in mid May.]
 
Finally, it's supposed to be cool and clear this weekend on Long Island.  Sounds terrific.
 
 
The class of '65 50th Reunion:  Friday, April 24 through Sunday, April 26, 2015, Hyatt Regency, Hauppauge. 
 
We’ll be meeting in the restaurant just off the hotel entrance lobby from 6 PM onward, Friday and Saturday nights.  Everyone's welcome.  No advance arrangements needed.

If you still need a hotel reservation:  Go online to hyatt.com, click on reservations, choose Hauppauge, and enter the reunion dates.  With an AAA card, an AARP membership, or using several other organizational connections, you can get the lowest price.  You can also cancel some reservations if you need to.

The South '65 e-mail addresses:  reunionclass65 . blogspot . com  (please remove the spaces)

The South '65 photo site:  picasaweb . google . com/SouthHS65  (ditto)


Rich