Pictures of the 2012 Reunion (and others)

Some of these links take you to outside websites where people have collected and posted their pictures.

George Gough’s pictures include some stunning pictures of Scarsdale buildings and scenery, as well as people at the reunion

Judy Epstein’s pictures show people socializing at the evening events

Eric Taussig’s pictures

Dan Smith’s 1955-6 pictures of Edgewood. Black-and-white pictures were taken circa 1955; the color pictures a year later, on a school trip to Old Sturbridge Village.

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Classmate directory

The classmate directory is now one of the menu items in the menu bar just above this posting. The page is password-protected. The password is the name of our newspaper, is six letters long, all lower-case. The password also fills in the blanks in “_ _ _ _ _ _ and white, fight, fight!” If you can’t access the page, contact or

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Index to Classmate Bios and Memorials

Alphabetized by last name as of 1962. One Anonymous, and: Douglas Anderson, Alan Biller, Marilyn Bankart Tucker, Ellen Beskind Safir, Susan Brewster McClatchy, Metta Brice Roberts, Roger Burnell, Betsy Clark Kubie, †Brian J. Clune p.1 and p. 2, Mark Coler, Robert M. Cohn, †Roger Copland, Anne Snowden Crosman, Barbara Eisler Wood, Robert Eisenberg, †Gwen Fleece Kennedy, Joan Flesch, Nancy Foley Ennis, James Frauenthal, †John Friedman, Jay (Joan) Geisenheimer, Carrie Gelfan, Peter Glankoff, Dan Goldenson, Michael Harrison, Jeff Hoffman, Mel Hertzig, Randy Kehler, Suzan Kress Goldhaber, Don Kubie, Connie Krosney, Kathy Legg, Fred Lowenfels, Dick Lynton, Len Marks, †Peter McLean, Kevin McMahon, Su Medwick Egen†Mike Pescatello, Alison Raphael, Ellen Reid Dodge, Norm Reynolds, Betsy Romberg Bernstein, Pete Salinger, Ron ShiftanDan Smith, Bill Speaker, Joan Strassburger Goldfield, Jean Tami Dormer, Eric Taussig, Nina Totenberg, Ellen Pollack Tower, Mark Unterberg, Jane Weinberg Butcher, Barbara Weinberg Neufeld, Marilyn Ruth Welsh, Pres Winslow, Dave Wyler, Sevinc Yongacoglu Hogrefe

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In Memoriam: Peter McLean

Thanks to Prescott Winslow for sending this in… Source

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Peter McLean, 69, of Wheaton, Ill., died peacefully at home, July 8, of complications from thyroid cancer.  He was a longtime former resident of Brookfield.

Born in Bronxville, N.Y., he is survived by his wife Susan; his sons Peter, and his wife Megan, of Newtown and Shawn, and wife Jody, of Trumbull; and five grandchildren. A brother, Theodore, and a sister, Carol Reiman, predeceased him.

During his 30-year career with 3M Company in Manhattan, Mr McLean held a variety of positions in sales and marketing in numerous divisions. During his last ten years at 3M, he worked as an industry expert on PQM principles and specialized in assisting companies in quality improvement programs.  He was a frequent speaker at industry conferences and events.

He spent the last 17 years of his career working as the chief operating officer of Continental Web Press of Itasca, Ill., with offices in Manhattan until his retirement last September. He received numerous industry honors and business awards over his career, including The Good Scout, The Luminaire Award, The Gold Ink, and Printing Impressions/RIT Printing Industry Hall of Fame induction.

Always an avid NY Giants and NY Rangers fan, Mr McLean prided himself on having been the quarterback at Scarsdale High School. He was on the board as a founding member of Berkshire Youth Hockey Association. He also helped start the hockey program at Immaculate High School, and devoted several years of volunteer hockey coaching.

He enjoyed traveling in his later years through interesting parts of Europe and Asia. Energized by his work and social networks, he was always known for his kindness, impeccable manners, and a well-timed joke. He could always be counted on to find humor in the face of adversity.

Everyone who knew him will miss him terribly.

At his request, the family will hold a private service, and hopes that those who mourn his passing will find ways to celebrate his life, and share some kindness.

Memorial donations may be made to the University of Chicago Cancer Center, c/o Callie Johnson, 130 East Randolph Street, Suite 1400, Chicago IL 60601,  to benefit research.

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Classmate Marilyn Welsh’s reunion recap

Marilyn Welsh sends us her reunion memories in the form of poetry.

Going Home, Scarsdale

Going home, childhood home memory distant
In sleeping dreams house I revisit, seen
On surreal stage, visit without intent
Going back soothes, warms waking morning scene

Going home comes true, return trip excites
Anticipation, re-seeing old friends
Classmates at high school reunion ignites
Faces, names in peopled past, brain sends

Recall signals, child-playfun returns in
Dance, music, greeting old friends, meeting new
Mingling, friendships renew, deepen, begin
Forum: equity, privilege, conscience ensue

Touring school, town, view my childhood address
Glimpses flash in eyes, child resurfaces

October 14th, 2012
Copyright © Marilyn Ruth Welsh

Dedicated to Members of My Graduation Class
Scarsdale High School, New York
Celebrating our years together
SHS Reunion, October 5-6, 2012

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In Memoriam: Kevin McMahon

Prescott Winslow writes:

Kevin McMahon was a member of our class for freshman and sophomore years. He was a wrestler and a lacrosse player. Like Randy Kehler, he finished the last two years of his high school education at a private school, and like Randy, went on to Harvard. Randy was my freshman roommate and Kevin was my roommate for sophomore and junior years. After finishing Harvard Law School, he practiced law in Seattle.

In February of 1990, Kevin and his brother Tom were killed in an auto accident in Montana. They had just finished a skiing vacation with their brother Richard. Kevin had three children, all of whom I’ve met in Seattle.

I stay in touch with his widow, Pam, who was his girlfriend during our years as roommates at Harvard. Kevin had the amazing capacity to write, from scratch, ten-page term papers the night before they were due. Memories from his wrestling and lacrosse teammates would be most welcome.

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Classmate Sevinc Yongacoglu Hogrefe

Here comes a delayed bio…I joined SHS’62 late anyway so I keep to tradition…

I have followed the life stories of all with joy and interest.  I had the Bandersnatch next to me to check the names with the pictures. As most of you know, retired people never have enough time and I kept on delaying my letter until the day when I would have more time! Finally that day has come. We are on vacation in Sri Lanka on our way to a meditation course in Thailand.  So, I am happy to re-connect with all of you after all those years.

Where do I start?  Do you remember the Turkish AFS student who joined your graduating class in 1961-62?  That year was one of the most memorable and defining years in my life.  I remained close to my American family—especially my AFS sister Susan Brewster—for the last 50 years.

In 1962, after my American family saw me off after my year abroad and Father showed me the echoing corner of the NY Grand Central Station, I left with the other AFS students to get to know another side of USA and then returned home to Turkey. I got accepted to the prestigious Robert College to study Chemical Engineering and got my degree at the end of four years.  But I had no idea what I do with the degree. So I left for Austria for a month to learn German—to supplement my English which was/remains a useful joker card anywhere in the world. Afterwards with very little money in my pocket, I travelled to London and Paris and then returned home to Istanbul. I got a job as a chemist but was not happy; so, I took a course to become a tourist guide in Turkey. I got the degree but had to wait some months before we (the new guides) could start working. Meanwhile, the winds of fortune sent me to Robert College on a private visit where I ended up with a job as an assistant in the Chemical Engineering Department where I started my Masters degree. After graduation, I began working as an instructor in the Department and loved teaching college students. Meanwhile Robert College became the Bosphorus University, which meant that I needed a PhD to be able to teach further. So, once again, with fate and friends showing the way, I got accepted to the PhD program at ETH, the prestigious technical university in Zurich. Environmental issues were just getting important at the time and the chemical industry had started cleaning up its processes. I decided that an environmental thesis would enhance my teaching at the University.

On my very first day at the ETH I met this nice German guy in our research group. At the time, I did not know that my life was going to change in a totally different direction as a result of that meeting. After I got my PhD and returned to Turkey, Wolfram proposed and took me back first to Switzerland and then to Germany. We have now been married for 29 years—during which we combined our professional careers with extensive world travel. When we are not travelling, we live in a small town called Loerrach, next to Basel, in this lovely German-French-Swiss corner of Europe .

After I retired from my job at the Scientific Information Center of a Chemical factory in Germany, Wolfram got a job in Singapore for eighteen months. This gave me another chance to start something new. I joined the “Friends of the Museums” and attended a course at the Asian Civilizations Museum to learn the four cultures that make up Singapore. I enjoyed becoming one of their Docents and was sorry to leave Singapore before I could start practicing my new hobby.  I loved being in Singapore since it was very easy to find something interesting, useful and fun to do. Once again knowing English was a great help.

There are times when I look back and ask if I really am one of the oldies (goldies), but the 50th anniversary of our graduation makes it hard to tell stories about being “young at heart”.

Thanks to my AFS sister Susan’s organisational abilities, we celebrated our 50th and 60th birthdays (we were born three days apart) in France with our husbands, Turkish sister, brother and his family. Throughout, we have managed to keep our two families connected. My American family and Susan made it possible for me to visit them a couple of times. I would start in Rhode Island where Mother and Father had moved after his retirement; then, depending on where other family members lived, I would travel to Boston, Canada, Colorado, California, Maine, Mexico, Puerto Rico, Washington DC and then fly back to Turkey or Switzerland. Once, I even had a nice one night stopover  at Jane Weinberg’s parents home in Scarsdale.  Another time, I ran into Jan Modin in Sweden on my way from Finland!

It is a pity we had no email at the time and we could not keep in touch. I was never one to write letters. Communication has gotten so much easier with SKYPE, phones and email. I am sorry I could not make it to our 50th reunion but hopefully I will be there for the 60th (Perhaps it should be the 55th since time is always getting shorter!) I would really have liked to catch up with all of you…. I wish us all many healthy and happy years.  Many thanks to all who organized this wonderful opportunity to reconnect!

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In Memoriam, Brian J. Clune–from Richard Marks

Richard Marks sends these thoughts about Brian J. Clune:

After the reunion, I responded to an email from Betsy Romberg Bernstein. She asked to hear from those of us who served in Vietnam and who made different decisions from most of our class. I served in Vietnam in 1971 as an Army captain in Military Intelligence. Betsy and I are talking.

As far as I know, only two from Scarsdale’s class of 1962 served in Vietnam. Brian Clune was the other person to do so, as most of the class knows. The emails posted on the reunion website acknowledge Brian’s service and his death in Vietnam in 1966, but those who posted remembrances of Brian knew no details.

As part of thinking about the questions Betsy asked, I realized that all of us ought to know more about Brian’s death. I looked for an after-action report, and the results are here (below). Brian was an infantryman in the 7th Cavalry Division. He died in a search-and-destroy mission in the Ia Drang valley in the hotbed of Vietnam’s central highlands.

Search-and-destroy missions were a strategy implemented by Gen. William Westmoreland. They resulted in a significant increase in American and Vietnamese deaths. They were counter-productive both because they alienated South Vietnam’s civilians and because their aggressive tactics got a lot of our soldiers killed for no good military reason.

The after-action report here leads me to conclude that Brian’s unit was caught in the kind for foreseeable battle loss typical of search-and-destroy operations. The NVA knew his unit was in the area. They avoided contact for a week until they could prepare an ambush for a company-size unit. Then the NVA initiated contact, knowing that the Army’s tactic was to pursue aggressively. They drew our men in and executed the ambush.

In 1968, when Gen. Creighton Abrams took over command in Vietnam, he immediately stopped search-and-destroy missions as the central tactic of U.S. operations. For Brian, that was two years too late.

I did not know Brian in our time in Scarsdale. I can’t recall if we ever even nodded hello to each other. Reading postings from Peter Salinger, George Gough, and Roger Burnell brings back recollections of Brian that fit what little I knew of him then. Our bond is that we were in school together for four years, and that we both served – Brian probably by virtue of the draft, thrust into a situation most of our class could and did avoid, and for which few of us were prepared.

Our classmates should know these details of Brian’s service and sacrifice, of his death far away, in a very lonely, surreal, hot, desperate and dangerous place. If you get to Washington, DC, visit the Wall, and find Brian’s name. I choose to believe he fought and died bravely, and I hope that, when the end came for him, death was instantaneous.

Richard Marks adds this material: from the Virtual Wall:


Brian J. Clune

Private First Class
Army of the United States
Scarsdale, New York
September 04, 1943 to August 08, 1966
BRIAN J CLUNE is on the Wall at Panel 9E, Line 111
See the full profile or name rubbing for Brian Clune

  Home of Record:  Scarsdale, NY
  Date of birth:  09/04/1943

  Service:  Army of the United States
  Grade at loss:  E3
  Rank:  Private First Class
  ID No:   51585892
 MOS:  11B10: Infantryman
  Length Service:  00

  Start Tour:  05/02/1966
  Incident Date:  08/08/1966
  Casualty Date:  08/08/1966
  Age at Loss:  22
  Location:  Pleiku Province, South Vietnam
  Remains:  Body recovered
  Casualty Type:  Hostile, died outright
  Casualty Reason: Ground casualty
  Casualty Detail: Gun or small arms fire


ON THE WALL  Panel 9E Line 111

A Note from The Virtual Wall

On 01 August 1966 units of the 1st Battalion, 7th Cavalry, were inserted into the Ia Drang Valley for a search-and-destroy operation named PAUL REVERE II. Although ample evidence of the enemy’s presence was found during the first week, 1/7 Cav had little contact with enemy forces.That changed shortly after noon on 08 August when “A” Company made contact with a large enemy force near Landing Zone JULIET. The 3rd Platoon was on point and made the initial contact with the NVA. They aggressively pursued and were immediately hit by several enemy heavy and light machineguns, cutting them off from the rest of the company. Most of the 3rd Platoon was able to exfiltrate back to the “A” Company perimeter, where the company found itself under very heavy attack. By 1500, artillery and air strikes had discouraged the NVA, which broke contact and withdrew into the jungles.The price paid by “A” Company was very high – 25 dead, 36 more wounded. The dead were

  • A Co, 1st Bn, 7th Cavalry
  • SP4 Clifton E. Bennett, El Monte, CA
  • SP4 Judge Burroughs, Buffalo, NY
  • PFC Orrie J. Buskey, Champlain, NY
  • PFC Brian J. Clune, Scarsdale, NY
  • PFC Donald L. Corbin, Swedesboro, NJ (Medic, HHC with A/1/7)
  • PSGT Melvin F. Floyd, Amarillo, TX
  • PFC Charles R. Greene, Lake Ronkonkoma, NY
  • PFC David C. Hampton, Oklahoma City, OK
  • SSG Martis L. Haynes, Vanderbilt, TX
  • PFC Douglas W. Jones, Lowry City, MO
  • SP4 John J. Kolz, Thayer, MO (Medic, HHC with A/1/7)
  • PFC George E. Matuscsak, Kearny, NJ
  • PFC Alfredo Ostolazo-Maldonado, Santurce, PR (Medic, HHC with A/1/7)
  • PFC Mark E. Parker, New York, NY
  • SP4 Derek B. Pope, Alameda, CA
  • PFC Richard W. Power, Southwick, MA
  • SP4 Charles R. Powers, Thayer, MO
  • SP4 Richard W. Roy, New Britain, CT
  • SP4 Donald A. Sherrod, Knoxville, TN
  • PFC John H. Shetters, Cowan, TN
  • PFC Frederick Stafford, Philadelphia, PA
  • PFC Bradley H. Tate, Pearisburg, VA
  • PFC David L. Thorpe, San Andreas, CA
  • PFC Jack A. Welch, Chicago, IL


Battalion Command Sergeant Major Richard Schaaf had volunteered to accompany Alpha 1/7 on the operation. He and his friend, Platoon Sergeant Francisco Roig of the 3rd Platoon, were instrumental in extracting the 3rd Platoon from the ambush site. SMAJ Schaaf was killed while providing covering fire; PSGT Roig survived. Both were awarded the Silver Star for their actions.

Richard includes this reference from Wikipedia:

Ia Drang Valley

Coordinates13°35′N 107°43′E

The Ia Drang Valley is a valley located about 32 miles south west of Pleiku in the Central Highlands of Vietnam. It is mostly known for the Battle of Ia Drang that took place in November 1965 during the Vietnam War. The word “ia” is a word of the montagnard, or Người Thượng, people meaning “river.”

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Anne Crosman’s 50th Reunion Report

Anne sends the reunion report which she wrote for the Scarsdale Inquirer. (Note: slightly revised by Anne, Nov. 1st):

By Anne Crosman, class member

With gasps, hugs, and hearty handshakes, more than 100 members of the class of ’62 gathered to celebrate our 50th reunion October 5 and 6 in Scarsdale.

We represented about one-third of the graduating class. Many had attended previous reunions; the last one was the 40th. Some had forgotten names, so we had to check each other’s name tag bearing a high-school photo. “Oh, you’re….” we said, laughing good-naturedly.

Our brains appeared as sharp, and our speech as articulate as ever. Our jobs, travels, and adventures were as interesting and varied as before. “How lucky we are,” said Sue Lipin Markatos, a NY real estate agent, “given the state of the world and all its chaos, to come here and see our old friends again. This is our history, this is who we are, in spite of, or because of our education here, and the pressure to get good grades.”

We met first on Friday afternoon to hear classmate Jeff Hoffman describe his career as a Space Shuttle astronaut. Speaking in the high school’s Little Theater, Hoffman, now a professor at MIT, flashed big-screen photos of himself covered with wires, before donning a bulky astronaut suit. “I don’t usually show pictures of me without clothes,” he joked. “But I wanted you to see all the monitors hooked up to my body.” He was naked only from the waist up.

More photos documented Hoffman’s space walk to repair the Hubbel telescope. Then, to fully enjoy the experience, he removed his gigantic, gloved hand from the mother ship, and floated in the great void, with only a single steel wire connecting him. “An amazing experience,” he said quietly.

That night we dressed for cocktails and dinner at the Metropolis Country Club in Hartsdale. We got re-acquainted with old friends and made new ones. It was simple: no need to give backgrounds. We had grown up together. The conversation noise level was deafening.

We talked with gusto and a sense of humor unparalled in my memory. Were we all “better with age” or was I just more appreciative? I believe we have mellowed, and are more open to listening and sharing than we were as self-absorbed teenagers.

I learned that Joan Strassburger Goldfield, a retired NY public school teacher, and Gayle McKnight Hanset, a coach and mentor in Idaho, had donated a kidney to their ill husbands. Roger Burnell is now in his fourth career — as a commercial estate developer near San Francisco, and has been a vegetarian for 37 years. John Nimmons, vice president of our student council, practices sustainability law in nearby Mill Valley, CA.

On Saturday, a student guide gave us a tour of the high school. We were surprised to learn that it has no Wi-Fi, and that everyone must take class notes by hand. The students have also planted an organic garden on the Post Road front lawn.

We attended a roundtable discussion led by David Wyler, a retired physician in Rhode Island, and Randy Kehler, a Massachusetts activist who works on documentary films and leads seminars on non-violence. Kehler became well-known for defying the draft during the Vietnam War, went to jail for it, then refused to pay federal taxes, which resulted in the federal government’s seizing his and his wife’s home.

He and Wyler asked, “What were some of the values, beliefs, and perspectives on the world that we came out of SHS with, 50 years ago? How have they changed, if indeed they have, and which circumstances and experiences brought about the change?”

Philanthropist Andy Potash, a retired NY insurance broker, answered, “Scarsdale High School gave us an extraordinary education. We learned a lot.” Agreed Kehler, “I thought Scarsdale was a wonderful place to grow up and go to school.”

Betsy Romberg Bernstein, a retired teacher and psychologist in Vermont, said, “Growing up in Scarsdale, I knew life would be happy, and things would be possible. I learned there’s a lot of work to do in the world, and we were expected to do something about it. We all have done really interesting things.”

Some people noted the occasional teacher who was not “all there,” and the lack of black and Asian classmates. But generally we concluded that our lives were very good indeed because of the stellar education we had received. So stellar, in fact, that Suzan Kress Goldhaber, a retired NY reading/writing specialist, hit a nerve when she asked, “How many of us were – well, embarrassed to admit that we were from Scarsdale, because of its reputation?”

We all laughed.

“At that time,” recalled Bill Speaker, a retired oil and gas engineer in Colorado, “Scarsdale High School was one of the top four high schools academically in the country.” The town’s median income was high. The Scarsdale Diet Doctor Herman Tarnhower, later put the town on the map when he was murdered by his mistress Jean Harris.

Many of us acknowledged that we had tiptoed around telling people that we were from Scarsdale. “I used to say I was from Westchester County,” said one. The group laughed appreciatively. “I said I was from a very, very small community north of New York City,” said another. The laughter grew louder. A third classmate brought down the house when he admitted, “I used to say I was from White Plains!”

Len Marks, a California physician, reacted differently. “I was proud of being a Scarsdalian. I’m a pediatrician, and I know that kids need a base. Scarsdale gave me a base on which to grow. Our classmates were a wonderfully heterogeneous group. Once the tunnel opened up and we were out in the real world, there were many roads we could follow.”

Ellen Reid Dodge, who lives in Connecticut, said, “Growing up in Westchester was a privilege. I went to SHS because my father taught here, but we lived outside Scarsdale, in Ardsley and Mamaroneck, so I didn’t have a real sense of community. I found it in the anti-war movement and a hippie community, but I always worked as an urban planner in a straight job.”

Jean Pascoe, a Massachusetts artist, stated, “You hit the nail on the head!” when Anne Crosman, an Arizona journalist, said, “SHS was a bubble. Only after I finished an all-women’s college and went to a co-ed graduate school in Washington, DC, did I see the real world. Somehow I was able to handle it. My high-school education had done that.”

John Severinghaus, a psychiatrist in Vermont, confirmed, “Our education taught us to think openly and critically about how to deal with the bigger world beyond the bubble. Today, critical thinking and genuine intellectual pursuit are dismissed as elitist.”

Dick Lynton, a Colorado lawyer, added, “When I got out of Yale Law School, I thought in terms of ‘How much pro bono work can I do in my job?’ We were just ahead of the Baby Boomers, and since then, consumerism has become worse. I always tried to stay true to my own values.”

Neil Ross, a financial services consultant in Colorado, summed it up. “Our foundation gave us an opportunity, in both a global and a microscopic way. If we can think of one thing to do in the future, we can leave a legacy to the world.”

We discussed other issues – the Vietnam War, the anti-war movement, and the Scarsdale Golf Club’s decision to forbid a man with Jewish heritage to be a debutante’s escort at the club’s annual Holly Ball. At that time, the club did not allow Jews to become members. Pete Salinger, a retired senior health care and housing expert in Maryland, said, “I was Jewish, and there were times I was called names. Once I was beaten up because of my religion.”

Marilyn Welsh, a Massachusetts educator, recalled, “I was at St. James the Less Episcopal Church when Father Kempsell stated that anyone involved in the golf club incident should be excommunicated. In our senior year, I heard a speaker who had been on the Freedom March in Alabama. Actors Ossie Davis and Ruby Dee were invited to talk to us. Ossie said, ‘Have you noticed there are no black people as bank tellers or workers here in Scarsdale?’ That was an eye-opener.”

After the roundtable, some of us went to lunch at a village restaurant. Others played a round of golf at Quaker Ridge Country Club. A few took a yoga class, led by Crosman. We spread mats on the high school’s North Field, and did our poses under a giant tree. Lean and flexible, Fred Lowenfels was the only man in the group. He practices yoga regularly in NY, where he is a corporate lawyer. Lowenfels was editor-in-chief of the school newspaper The Maroon in our senior year.

The reunion was more than serious talk. On Friday night, several of us, including Bernstein and Eileen Kohl Kaufman, members of our high-school’s illustrious drama club, acted out a rollicking radio mystery play, “The Fatal Cup of Tea,” written by classmate Dan Smith, a computer software engineer in Massachusetts. On Saturday night, at the Scarsdale Golf Club, we jumped onto the dance floor and did the Jitterbug, Twist, Stroll, and all the slow dances to a DJ’s music of the 1950s and ‘60s. Remember how some guys crushed us girls to their chests? Quaker Ridge science teacher Nat Sloan, a guest, was the best dancer there! Someone mentioned that he had been an Arthur Murray Dance instructor.

I introduced myself to Prescott Winslow, our senior class president, to whom I hadn’t spoken two words in high school. We agreed to meet later in Arizona, where we both now live. Believe it or not, he lives in the town of Winslow, where he does community work and has run for the State House of Representatives.

We dressed up – many of the men wore handsome suits and ties, and the women elegant outfits. Some showed off sparkling jewelry. One included an intricate necklace and bracelet, made and worn by classmate Sharon Alexander Zoffness, a NY artist. We ate delicious roast beef, salmon, pasta, salads, and chocolate desserts, and drank good wine and spirits.

We told stories. Hoffman said he had climbed the Matterhorn in Switzerland four times, the first time with his father, and later with his son. Michael Eliasberg, a California lawyer, reported that he spent one month every year in France. “I love French food!” he exclaimed. Nancy Griggs Berry, a teacher in North Carolina, spoke enthusiastically of an upcoming Methodist Church class that she’s teaching on American immigrants.

Reunion co-chairs Barbara Wile Schwarz, a retired NY teacher, and Bob Cohn, a NY magazine publishing executive, praised their organizing committee, then introduced Winslow, who said, “I was touched by the comments of classmate Dan Horowitz,” a NY magazine advertising salesman. “Dan wished he could travel 50 years back in time to reassure his anxious teenaged self that things would turn out better than he could imagine.

“His comments prompt me to say that, although I’m not one to dwell on regrets, I have a recurring ‘fantasy do-over’ of traveling back in time to relive my high-school years, embodying the essence of these two sayings.

“One is my own variation of a statement attributed to Plato, among others. ‘Be kind, for everyone you meet may be engaged in a hard struggle.’

“And the other is from the Dalai Llama. ‘Be kind whenever possible. And kindness is always possible.’”

We applauded his wisdom, then returned to talking and dancing. At last we said lingering goodbyes, promising to stay in touch and to meet again – at our 55th reunion.

Anne Crosman is a journalist and author who lived in her family home in Scarsdale before moving to Sedona, AZ in 2006. In high school, she was a reporter for The Maroon newspaper.

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Classmate Carrie Gelfan

Carrie Gelfan

I missed our 50th, but I am so enjoying reading everyone else’s bios and looking at the photos that I am inspired to include my own brief bio for those of you who might remember me. Though I wasn’t able to attend the reunion, I was fortunate to be able to meet Betsy (Romberg) Bernstein for lunch on her way down from Burlington to Scarsdale, so we had our own private 50th reunion!

For most of the past 50 years I have been living a relatively low-key life in Southern Vermont. I graduated from Antioch College in Yellow Springs, Ohio, where I majored in art with a focus on painting and photography. After college I spent a couple of exploratory years in California, living in first San Francisco and then Santa Cruz. In 1970 I retreated to our family’s summer home in Vermont with my sister Deedee. We each thought we would take the summer to figure out where and what we were going to do next with our lives. Neither of us ever left.

In Vermont I met my husband, Michael Beh, who is a builder and fine carpenter. Together we built our own house (and barn and studio) in Westminster high on a hill with views over the Connecticut River to NH. We are still living here in the same house. We have two wonderful children who I consider the crowning glory of my life and my biggest joy. Lazlo is now an attorney living in Philadelphia and Maia is a plant pathologist working in Eureka, CA. My only regret is that we don’t get to see them often enough.

Click on picture to see Carrie Gelfan's website

Over the years I have continued to be an artist and from time to time show my work. For those of you who might be interested, you can check out my work at my website I have also had a variety of day jobs, including director of the day care center my children attended, production manager of the New England Bach Festival, admitting patients to a psychiatric hospital, and processing student loans at what was then the Experiment in International Living, now World Learning. I was fortunate that these jobs were not full time and I was able to work them around my kids’ schedules when they were school age.

By the early 1990s I was getting restless. I went back to school and got a masters degree in teaching ESL from the School for International Training right here in Brattleboro VT. My fantasy was that this degree would allow me and Michael to travel the world and continue to earn a living. This dream didn’t materialize, for the most part because Michael had no interest in leaving Vermont, much less the country. My interest had been in working with adults and immigrants. Since there wasn’t and isn’t much in the way of paying ESL work teaching adults here in Southern Vermont, my teaching career was brief. I did have two incredible teaching experiences, one in Morocco and one in Manhattan. I also did a couple of short teaching stints at a local college and occasionally worked one on one with Japanese business executives.

So finally, at age 50, I decided to settle down and get a “real” job. No more non-profits for me. For the past 18 years I have been a real estate broker in Brattleboro. Real Estate is a very interesting though stressful occupation, best described I think as an emotional roller coaster. You are up or down, all depending on whether or not you are making money. I do so look forward to retiring in the near future. But for the time being, if any of you are looking for real estate in southern Vermont, please contact me at

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Pictures from Nancy Ennis

The late John Friedman & Nancy Foley (Ennis) Graduation

See more pictures from Nancy’s elementary and high-school days here

Nancy’s pictures from the reunion are here

More of Dave’s pictures from the reunion are here

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Eric Taussig’s pictures

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