I was at Manumit starting in 1928. And so were you two. My name is Ruth Rosner In those days I was Bunty (a nickname) Klein. My brother Donald Klein was there too. Does this ring a bell with you two? I have been in touch with the Manumit group of past students for two years now and went to the reunion in Woodstock and to others. They are an interesting group, but none of them, except John Weinstock were at Pawling. I had been hoping to find some other Pawling people from my time. How did you find the site at this time? Where do you live. I am smack in the middle of New York City. Donald, sadly, died just this past April. Who are you and what do you do. Where do you live. How old are you. Where have you been all this time. Get in touch and we can take the story from then on. There is a lot on the Manumit web-site. Have you seen it. Best. Ruth Rosner
Don’t remember your dorm leader. Dr. Linville was director part of the year, Nellie Seeds later ( She was divorced wife of Scott Nearing). George Hamilton was the farmer, from Vermont. Small, wiry sort of dried-up guy with masters in sociology and great sense of humor and very new Englandish as per following story. George met with th nurse/dietician every day to tell what stuff was available from the garden for food. The nurse was a gal ( can’t remember name) from Germany and very auotocratic. One hot summer day she was talking to George and he was in his usual olive drab Army work shirt with sweat darkening under his arms and the collar buttoned, as usual. While talking, the nurse reached out and unbuttoned the top collar button on his shirt. Without a comment by either, George reached up and rebuttoned the collar. While still talking business, the nurse reached up and wrenched off the top button and put it in his pocket. With nothing further said, George left and returned several minutes later, walking through the kitchen with the button sewed on and refastened. And nothing was said about the button throughout the incident.
Must be all that rhubarb and kale we gardened and ate at Manumit that now keeps us going. I’m 91 and in very good shape. Not the same shape I was in at twelve, needless to say, but great for my age. Of course, I’ve had two knee replacements, one hip, etc etc I have one daughter and was widowed eons ago. That’s the least of it…I’ve had a strange and merry, and not so merry, chase all these years. Had a big capitalist business career, would you believe, coming out of my socialist background. Is Sidney, Ralph or Mona still alive? Do you have e-mails for them. I’m in the process of writing my memoir/life story. Manumit is a chapter and I would love contact with any of our group still on this earth. As far as I can tell, the later Pennsylvania Manumit experience is not what ours was. I’m going to pick your brains, if I may, for your recollections. I’m sorry you two are so far away. The later Manumit group is completely intrigued with me as an early Manumit pioneer. They would love to welcome you two. I hope we can keep in touch. Ruth/Bunty
” Bunty Klein !! You sure bring up many old memories, and good ones ! I won’t write much at this time, just to tell you I ( and Brother ) are still alive. I am 93 and he is in Scottsdale, still alive and 91. I am in a small town in Wisconsin, near the Twin Cities. I retired on Long Island but my then wife ( since deceased ) was from St.Paul and had four sons here so she wanted to be near them and I had lived so many places I was glad to go where she wanted.
I did keep in touch for some years with Syd Danzis, Ralph Taylor, Mona Shub and Bob Nearing and Nellie Seeds in ways for later discussion. Meanwhile, how about you ? How old, what doing, kids ? It has been a long time and much has happened – good to hear from you.
I am in the midst of writing my “Memoir/Life Story/Journal? So I will take the easy way in writing you by suggesting you go to the Manumit site, where you will find a lot about MY manumit experience. Also Woodstock reunion pictures which will show you how looked I last year. Terrific! If I say so myself. The site, again, http:www.manumitschool.com/ManumitDocs/memories/memories.htm If you don’t want to do this okay. Sam you said you have a lot of recollections. I remember building the swimming pool and the silo fire, and getting the horses out. And plowing our big truck garden with Scott Nearing . And there was the time when my house mother said to me “What were you doing in the hayloft with Sam?” I said: “Itching hay”. She said: “I don’t think so…”. Put your stories together. and send them to me. I AM interested in what became of the people I was at Manumit with. And I thank you, Sam for news of Syd and Ralph. Also I have the book “Threescore” which I bought on the internet. Abe, to answer your questions…yes, my maiden name was Klein. My nick-name was Bunty. Sam, you asked. My mother, Gertrude Weil Klein was, among other career things, one of the first women elected to the New York City Council in 1945, I think. In 1937 my mother said to me ”If you don’t get married you’re going to end up in the gutter.” So, I ran away from home. Boarded the SS Champlain. To my delight found Ernest Hemingway with a load of ambulances, heading for Spain. (Spanish civil war raging.)He wasn’t nearly good a kisser as Victor Himmelfarb, one of the many volunteers in the Abraham Lincoln Brigade, also on board. I did get married in 1938 to my mother’s pick, one Lester Rosner. He died many years ago at the age of about fifty of a massive heart attack. We were divorced before that. I never married again, but there were many men in my life, several of them married, just not to me. One more note. Maybe all this is “too much information” If it’s not and you want to read stuff I’ve written about my life, let me know and I’ll forward it to you. But one thing about me that is all encompassing and extremely significant is that I am a recovering alcoholic. I drank alcoholically for over fifty years. I am sober now for twenty years, in AA. You said, Sam that Ralph was an addict. I felt for many years I was an “abandoned, sent away from home, unloved thing.” Vodka was my defense and shield. Don’t know where you guys came from and why you were sent away from hearth and home? If you’re not reeling from all this ( remember doing the Virginia Reel and other folk dances…) let me hear from you. Ruth/Bunty
dear ruth/bunty or bunty/ruth.
its a genuine pleasure hearing from you after all these years. sems like yesterday when we were bouncing around trying to sword dance. sam has given you some basics and i really have nothing significant i can add or subtract from what he has said. i graduated from high school in ny in 34 and thought i wanted to be an acft mechanic.went to a state sponsored school in albany, stayed for 2 weeks,left when i found i knew more than the instructors i piddled around for some years,found out the air corps had a air mechanic school in Chanute Field illinois,paid my own way to rantoul and enlisted as a slick sleeved 21bucks a month private and stuck around for 30 years. became a staff sgt, was commissioned 2nd lt. went to flt school,became a bomber pilot,then a fighter pilot,wound up in korea,flew 104 combat missions,got 7 air medals,2 distinguished flying crosses and a chest full of other ribbons and citations,stuck around for a while and retired as a lt.col in 69 and here i am. married a great gal in 41 lost her in 99, had a great daughter in 42. I’m a poor typist and succeeded in tiring myself out. please please keep in touch. incidentally i have been known as al for many years. long story but not interesting.
To answer some of your questions. Our folks ( like practically everybody at Manumit ) were divorced when I wa about eight and Brother two years younger. Or father was a machinist and a good one from the Ukraine ( former USSR) where our folks left in 1913 before my father was to go into the czarist army. Our father was an orthodox Jew. Our mother came from a middle class family. Actually, she came into this country illegally, as we found out much later. My father was supposed to bring his sister with him to marry and compensate the guy that furnished the travel money. Some idiot told them the nearest port to Memphis, Tenn. was Galveston, TX so they were on the ship from Hamburg for something like six weeks. The sister refused to leave so my father insisted our mother come instead. You can imagine how mad the benefactor must have been. We were born in Memphis. Our mother was always a wild one and when I was six she took off for Chicago, leaving Pop. He followed. She left and went to New York, where she had a half-brother. Pop followed. They got divorced there. Pop married a woman from Philadelphia and our mother proceeded to cover the field of Jewish intelligentsia/communists in New York for many years. Eventually marrying a Welsh guy high in the communist party and had another son after 20 years and moved to California. She got an RN license in NY in some fashion. Both folks were interested in the Labor field though neither was union. Mom was introduced to Manumit through the Saroffs and was glad to get us out of her hair though she was always a loving but uninvolved mother.For some reason neither my brother nor I ever had the impression that we were not wanted but we were always close and I think we raised each other. Manumit experience later. Wish we were there and could attend get-together’s with the gang.
Here are some other old-timers names for you to remember: Gladys Poppe, Charley Rotkin, Gerry Hochman, the nurse Stella Lundelius who married Wally Sassaman while there and of course Ezra Feinstone ( became Ezra Stone, Radio and TV star ). The black cook, Edna (?) White. Bob Nearing, adopted son of the Nearings. John Scott ( son of the Nearings who later was personal reporter for the publisher of Time/Life and married Russian girl, Masha). Molly ( Mona) Shub. Connie Deacon, “Sparky” Rosenthal, went on to become famous Broadway theater lighting expert and died young. Mickey McGuire. Animals: The dog, Bessie. Pet sheep, Marco and Polo. Blind horse, Tom. Farm horse team, Molly and Dolly, and later another team, Rock and Rye. The little kids pet rooster, Squinteye the Pirate
I’ve e-mailed Anita. You should have a copy. You were in Manumit a year earlier than we were. I don’t remember Elsa. Love your stories about her. I have one regarding the big table and eating manners. Sally Cleghorn was at our table one day when we had hotdogs on rolls for lunch. Sally insisted we had to eat them with fork and knife. Revolt ensued and we ran out and sat on the big house steps. and ate them out of hand. Margery Newcomb Wilson was my “dorm leader” who suspected us as up to no good. I think we kids were big on rebellion. I remember once we decided to set our own bed-time and have a memory of all of us being chased down the road. by the faculty trying to herd us back to bed. I’m looking at a print-out of“ The Manumit Year Book” “Manumit Staff & Student List – 1927” In 1928 as faculty besides Nellie Seeds ands Henry Linville. I remember George Hamilton Stephens (can’t remember his first name) is two daughters were students…Hope and Faith. Do you remember Byron and Gordon Linville. Tanis Tugwell. Gesa Saroff, Clara Szabo. Dorothy Costrell. Irving Romer. They were all therein my time, starting in 1928. ob he 1927 list, I see you listed in Group Four, with Roelf Taylor, Gordon Linville, Sascha Winnick, Sydney Danzis, John Hawley. In Group Two is Abraham Nooger, along with Ian Ballentine, Byron Linville, Leon Rosenthal, John Thompson, Henry Linville, Nancy Muste, Adele Lubin. Anyone ring a bell? No the bell is still there. More to follow. Ruth
Typo in last message…of course it was PITCHING not itching hay we were doing. Sam, about Ralph and Syd…I just now had this flashback about when I was a dancer in a Gluck-Sandor group and we were doing “Petrouchka” at some studio above a garage in the East 50’s. I don’t know the year. And Syd and Ralph came to see me perform. And Ralph was wearing a cape. And they both had canes and cigarettes and swaggered in. Bon vivants, men of the world. Ohmigod. Were they by any chance gay? Why do I ask that? I have no idea. Ruth
They were not gay !! Before I forget – I do not have your e-mail address, have been writing basically using the ” Reply”. Please send. Meanwhile, it is truly amazing to find what was going on simultaneously between us all, without our being aware of it. For instance, Syd Danzis was an incurable romantic, thought Beau Geste was the greatest and yearned to join the French Foreign Legion. He decided to go to Spain to fight in the revolution and persuaded my brother to go along. Brother and I were spending a lot of time with Dib ( Later to become my wife ) who insisted we finish High School. I went to Stuyvesant, he to Haaren Aviation. I graduated in 1933, he in 1934. He told Dib of the Spain plan but not me,and she notified the State Department and when He and Syd went up the gangplank of the boat to France, a State Dept. guy was there, confiscated their passports and ordered them off. They were furious and when Brother complained to Dib she told him ” If you want to fight, join the US Army”. He went and joined the Air Force as a mechanic, went thru three wars as a pilot and retired thirty years later as a Lieutenant Colonel. This was all going on while you were likewise involved.
My e-mail address is firstname.lastname@example.org. Anita, have you been getting all, or most, of the e-mails we have been sending back and forth ? I ask because at some point Sam said you were interested. I’d like to keep you in the loop as the daughter of a Manumit person. Don’t have time now, but talking about the Spanish Civil War. In August, 1937 I boarded the SS Champlain…not on my way to Spain, but to Russia. On board was Ernest Hemingway with a load of ambulances. Also a bunch of guys, members of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade, on their way to fight in Spain. The Champlain was known as a “bateau rouge” and there was much merriment with the crew, all of us singing the Internationale. By the way, Victor Himmelfarb, from Canada, was a better kisser than Hemingway. Also there was a guy from the Moscow Daily News. Never got into Russia. Stopped at the border from Finland, because Stalin was in the middle of purging friend and foe. No tourists allowed. Off to Sag Harbor for the weekend. Arise ye prisoners of starvation… Ruth
Thanx – had a great holiday with friends.A few more names to add to the Pawling roster: Gladys Poppe, Connie Deacon, Louis Lipshitz, Dick Taylor and wife ( Mormons, he Maintenance, she Nurse/dietician ).Gerry Hochman. Mickey Maguire.Paul Droste ( teacher). Bill Anderson ( Built dormer on Clark House, up the road from the old mill. Meetings: Several years after leaving Manumit, I ran into Leon Cartmel, he was an Anglican priest in Upstate NY.40 years after leaving Manumit ran into Wally Sassaman working as computer programmer in Rochester NY for 3M plant and divorced from Stella Lundelious whom he married when at Manumit.Helen Danzis married Bill Chaiken after they left Manumit.
I was lucky in that I fell in love with Connie’s mother at 16 while in Manumit and she was my concentration for the rest of my life. Did I ever tell you that story? She was 26 years older and made me finish high school and then college and finally married me and we lived together almost thirty years.I have many vivid memories of Manumit and all happy ones. There must have been others but all very minor, like the time our father sent us a dollar spending money and Brother used it to buy a flashlight without telling me and I bawled and Sparky Rosenthal soothed me and persuaded me it was really nothing.Couple more names: Barbara Lee, Gwendolyn Jones
One harvest season, Sid Henderson, the farm manager, acquired a number of corn shuckers, fingerless gloves with a leather pad in the palm and a small steel hook projecting from it. It was a great help shucking the dry corn leaves but, as usual, one of the smart boys discovered a new use. It could be used, with a sweeping gesture, to rip open knicker flys. Sometimes the buttons flew off,this was before the invention of zippers, but they could be sewed back.One of the boys dared Sid Danzis to rip Jean ( Sparky) Rosenthal’s fly since she rarely wore dresses but mostly the boys ” uniform” of brown corduroy knickers and long black cotton stockings. Not one to take a dare, Sid waited until Sparky came out of the dining room and walked up to her and with a sweep embedded the hook in her fly. Unfortunately, since she had no use for it, she was in the habit of sewing her flys shut and the hook got stuck, For several minutes that must have seemed like hours, Sid struggled with his palm flat against her crotch trying to back off, while she stood there with her hands on hips and told him to his face what she thought of him.He finally got free and and took off running. He never lived the story down.
First of all, Al, let me thank you for your offer. You are not only a good-looking old geezer, but a generous one. I am appreciative. I may even take you up on part of the offer to help. As I just wrote Anita, I am very drawn to the idea of seeing you all. Give me a little time, please, I am thinking of what you wrote some time back, about your time as a fighter pilot and all those missions you flew.. And came out alive. I find that most people these days don’t seem to know we were in Korea . If I remember correctly, we lost some 50,000 men? In November, 1938 I married Lester Rosner. The war years I particularly remember were World War. My husband (a lawyer) did his infantry basic in Spartanburg, South Carolina. I was there too. Then he became a 2nd Lt somewhere along the way. Never left the States, was around various bases in Texas etc. I was sort of a camp follower. Up to a point. Then I returned to New York City, which was a riot of soldiers, sailors marines, American and foreign. One reason I returned was because I was afraid I was too out-spoken to suit the taste of the base commanders wife at one place. Didn’t like her ordering us around. Rationing meat, sugar, scotch, silk stockings. Rolling bandages. Saving scrap …we were all involved. And Lester’s younger brother, Jerry, was killed in one of the North African landings. Lester died of a massive heart attack when he was about 55 years old. By the way, speaking of wars, I have a whole story about how in 1937 I went to Europe aboard a ship with Ernest Hemingway and members of the Abraham Lincoln Brigade on the way to fight in Spain. For another time perhaps. Best. Ruth
As I remember the Manumit motto or creed it was:Education is Life not Lessons. Was there a similar one for the PA campus ?The laundry at Manumit, Pawling, must have been built in the Summ When we came back in the Fall,Dick Taylor – the maintenance man, told us he was leaving and showed my brother and me how to make wire connections in the electrical system. In those days the two insulated and one bare ground wire were protected by flexible steel housing. This was called “BX”.To make a connection one had to cut the housing with a hack saw, remove the insulation on the wires, twist the wires together, solder them and then cover first with rubber insulating tape and then with a wrap of friction tape – a tough process. At one point I was holding the BX and Brother was sawing the covering when the saw went through the metal and into the wire – there was a blinding flash, the saw blade was burned apart and the halves welded to the frame. When we recovered from the shock I looked at him and said ” I thought you pulled the fuse”, he looked at me and said ” I thought you pulled it”. After that we both went and pulled fuses together. We wired the entire house for lights, professional washer and ironer and mangle,and power outlets, I think the only drier provision was inside or outside hanging lines.Remember, we were only 14 and 12 years old. The insurance inspector could find nothing wrong with the job. We had no supervision.
Laundry? Go onto the Manumit Pa site and you’ll find reams of stories about how the effete Pa people boxed and sent their laundry home and so forth. Your piece below now makes a mockery of MY recollection that we Pawling kids beat our dirty clothes on the rocks around the swimmin’ hole. Or in the summer, just soaped our clothes while we were wearing them jumped in the pool to rinse them off. Your version seems like the real one, but I still like mine best. Ruth
hope the series I sent aren’t too much trouble. Didn’t know how to get you the exchange between the Nooger boys, Al’s daughter Anita and myself. It has been so much fun for the three of us. I am now invited to visit Al and all of them in Arizona in January. None of these stories have been sent to the Manumit list. Don’t know if you want to do that. And you said something about connecting the Ruth Rosner and Sam Nooger sites?? We were totally floored when you put up Abe (now called Al) and Sam’s addresses. Most likely the only early Manumit Pawling people extant. Wouldn’t it be great if someone else popped up? Not likely. Much appreciation for the work you do to keep us all together. Ruth Rosner
Lizzie Swing came down with something diagnosed as Scarlet Fever and the school was quarantined for three weeks. No one could come or go and the farm milk couldn’t be sold. The milk was separated and the skim fed to the pigs and calves and we were treated to all kinds of goodies, including the richest ice cream I have ever eaten, almost every day we took turns hand-churning it and as I remember, it left a layer of butter on the roof of your mouth.
Did we write little stories about each other…and then read them to a group gathered in the Music Room? Why do I remember this…”The door opens, and into the room comes Bunty…dancing…singing…and hitting it up. She doesn’t stay long. She never does…” I have used that as an opening in one of the pieces in my memoir… called Hegira…or wandering to a place better than where one is. The story of my life. Oh, that ice –cream. I see us, a bunch of kids, around a round wooden barrel shaped object. Space around the inside for ice, mounted by a metal crank of some sort. In goes the rich milk and I smell strawberries . We gleefully take turns cranking the handles. There truly has never been ice-cream like that. More memories to come. Ruth/Bunty
Scott Nearing visited regularly, to work on various construction projects: dam brook for swimming pool, cast cement blocks and build silo, etc. One day he was working on a project and I was nearby, weeding the vegetable garden. I stood up and said ” It must be close to dinner time, I better go up and wash this dirt off my hands”. Scott came over and put his hand on my shoulder and said ” Young man I abhor dirt. What you have on your hands is EARTH and as far as I am concerned that is the greatest stuff ever created.” I never forgot, Sam Nooger
What I remember most about Scott Nearing is being with him on the truck farm, both of us planting. Me, with the reins of a horse wrapped around me wile I steered and the horse pulled the hand-held plow digging up roots and stones. And who was Bob Nearing? His adopted son? And who was John Fisher. I think he was someone related to Scott. A communist agitator? Am I right that in winter snow we filled a big “sleigh” or cart with hay…Hitched up a couple of horses , and we all piled in and drove through the country-side. A Manumit “troika “of sorts. Did we go on horse-back over-night camping trips? I seem to remember getting poison ivy in a particularly embarrassing and difficult part of my anatomy? Will let you know if I hear anything back from Dorothy Costrell. Mailed to the last address I had for her. It’s over 20 years old. I have no idea if she is still around or not. So glad we three still are. Ruth/Bunty
Answers: Bob was Scott’s and Nellie Seeds’ adopted son. Last I heard he was alive and on the board of The Good Life Center, the legacy in Maine left by Scott and Helen. Their birth son was John Scott who lived in Russia for a while and married a Russian girl and was a special correspondent for Time/Life working directly for the publisher. He died many years ago. Don’t know Fisher. And we did tool around in the sleigh on snow. As to the plowing – I was all of 90 pounds and whenever we hit a large rock I would get flipped in the air and land on the ground. The two horses, Dolly and Molly would look back and one would say ” Has that kid fallen down again?”.
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With the help of Aulay Carlson and an e-mail I sent to the Good Life Center In Maine, we got the address and phone number for Bob Nearing. Spoke first to Jean, Bob’s wife. Then had a wonderful conversation with Bob himself. Bob is 93 and is the son of Scott Nearing and Nellie Seeds, who ran Manumit when we were there. I particularly relished our conversation because Bob said he remembered me as a “cute little thing” who had a “nice butt” I assured him still have a nice butt. Yes. Sam he remembers the photo of Scott you gave him and also the phony Russia leica camera you asked about. He does not have a computer, but you can write or phone him. His address is 170 Center Street, Troy, Pa 16947-1102. His phone number is (570) 297=3805 . Bob then gave me a phone number for Irving Romer.
I than called the number . First spoke to Jane, Scotty’s wife ( Irving is now I. Scott). Turned the phone over to Scotty and we again, as in Bob’s case, were giddy with finding each other. I asked him “do you remember me? “ “Remember you? You were my girlfriend. Have you forgotten those walks we always took up into Cobble Hill? “ So, Sam maybe it wasn’t you when Sally Cleghorn asked me “ What were you doing in the hayloft with….” Fickle woman that I am, I didn’t think it was with Irving.
Irving’s address is 130 Pompano Road Yarmouth Port, Mass 02675 His phone number is (508)362 –2532 His e-mail address is email@example.com. Scotty is 91, my age, we will both be 92 in March There is more but I want to get this out now. By the way, Scotty, Bunty Klein is now Ruth Rosner. Bunty was a nick-name and Klein my maiden name. Do you remember my brother, Donald? I told Jane to go onto www.manumitschool.com
Had another funny one to follow up. Thought of another Pawling Manumit name _ -Louis Lipschitz. Remembered hearing somewhere that he had been the adopted son of Will Durant and wife. Looked up their autobiography and sure enough there he is. He took their name and became Louis Durant. The book never mentions Manumit but college at Cornell and that he was an Army captain in WW II. Tried to look him up – lives in CosCob Conn but has unlisted number. He was in Manumit in 1928.
Do you remember playing a board game on a plywood hand-painted board called ” Landlords”? It was created by a one-tax advocate and introduced at Manumit and later was published as ” Monopoly” and made someone a millionaire ! As I remember it included ” Pass GO and collect pay”, a jail box, railroads, power plants and street names, the only thing it lacked was ” hotels”.
Just glad to hear from you whatever you can manage. Al, as we are all discovering …getting old ain’t for sissies. As for me, for all intents and purposes …limited somewhat as they are at this stage…I am in remarkably good shape. Sort of bionic woman, one of my friends suggested, since I’ve had two knee replacements, two cataract surgeries, and one hip replacement. But I have a lot of friends and I am very much involved in my AA life. As I’ve written before I am a “recovering alcoholic”. Drank steadily for some fifty years…all the while having a very good business career…but wrecked my marriage… I have not had a drink for over twenty years and the recovery process is a miracle. I also continue to take writing workshops and am struggling to write my Life Story/Memoir. Also some poetry. I love New York City. I’m smack in the middle of a wonderful, vibrant part of town,. My apartment is on the 24th floor of a building and I see Central Park to the East and the George Washington Bridge to the North. Love. Ruth/Bunty P.S. Anita referred to me as the “energizer bunny of our group. So I’ll sign off instead as ENERGIZER BUNTY
No, I don’t remember that game. I think I get confused on things that happened at Manumit and others that were at Pioneer Youth Camp. Does that ring a bell? I know I had a Swiss army knife and we played “mumblypeg with it. Of course there was archery. English and American folk-dancing. “Skiing” down Quaker Hill…did I crash into a barn at the foot or did I make this up. And I have a huge repository of Russian, German, English Scottish …etc etc folk songs. Dirty limericks by the bushel, I know all 28 verses of Stenka Razin (in English) And where did I learn “Solidarity Forever” “Banker And Boss” “Bandera Russo” (Italian). Do you remember any Esperanto. Do You remember at some point we all had our heads measured by some sort of contraption to prove…I have no idea? And I asked you guys before…do you recall we all wrote little bio sketches of each other? Well, still suffering from a bad cold, so I’ll toddle off to my hot toddy (non-alcoholic , need I say.) . Nonagenarians unite…you have nothing to lose …you’re already ahead of the game. Best. Ruth/Bunty
Sam Nooger wrote:
Do you remember a young fellow student by the name of Ian Keith Ballentine ? I remember only vaguely but l do remember seeing the name later as a publisher of paper-back books. Was it Penguin ? or Pocket ?
i remember louis lipshultz (durant). he found out i was at the base at boca raton and dropped in to see me. he was still in uniform awaiting discharge. i invited him to take a ride with me in a p38 we had with a back seat.he came down the next day and we were standing on the main street of the base when a flatbed truck drove by with the the wreckage of a p38 on it. i said “looey thats the p38 i was going to take you up in, a pilot yesterday, lost an engine on take-off and he crash_landed in the trees off base.
Al…that’s an interesting story. Were you saved by what some would say – God – others would say synchronicity – and I would probably say “dumb luck”. Don’t know about you guys but I tend to believe that nothing is really an “accident” that things happen the way they are meant to, and it is how we respond to what is put in our path determines how we get on with our lives. No luck here abut Durant and I can’t find anything on Ian Keith Ballentine, except under Ballentine Books a huge list of Science Fiction. I will admit to being a bit peeved at not hearing back from Romer or Nearing…but I don’t really know what goes on with them and I am grateful the four of us are on the same track. The ENERGIZER BUNTY
MOSES – that was the pet name we gave to big, pure ( almost ) white Holstein bull on the Manumit farm. He died unexpectedly, they said, of swallowing a nail, and was mourned by all. Officially, he was a very highly-rated animal with a grand background. His official name was; Ormsby, King, Canary, Mercedes, I understand a highly regarded ancestry to this day in Holstein circles.
On its face this may not seem to relate to the early days at Manumit but I think it is a great exposition of what Manumit stood for – an example of how the ” Life Not Lessons” motto related. I went through the second year of High School at Manumit since that was as far as it went. Then I attended Stuyvesant High School in New York’s East Side for the final two years. Shortly after I started there I was called to the Office and they told me there was a problem with my record from Manumit. The New York State Regents required every graduate to have had four years of attendance at a course called Physical Training that covered athletics, instruction in proper nutrition, minimal sex education, personal cleanliness, etc. It seemed that my transcript from Manumit did not list any PT classes and for me to be able to graduate on time I would have to take two sessions of PT daily which would put me in the gym for practically four hours a day. My telling them that we did all the athletic things, played baseball, soccer, tennis, calisthenics, milked cows, plowed with horses, fed chickens and pigs etc,etc. and in fact had multiple sessions of sex education with textbooks,oversight in instruction in personal cleanliness in the dorm and instruction in nutrition working in the kitchen as well as plenty of physical exertion from hours working in the garden, didn’t carry any weight. However, one of the clerks pointed out that that for students incapable, for physical reasons, of the rigors of PT, there was an alternative class, namely Music Appreciation. By attending that and the gym every day I could meet the Regent requirement. In passing, the music class was taught by a big Swede named Stoffregen, and was considered the best High School Glee Club in the City. Personally it did not affect me since in testing student voices as tenors, basses,baritones, etc. the teacher pronounced me a “monotone” and told me to shut up, so I did homework there every day.
Another historical bit about Manumit ( Pawling ). On one of his periodic visits Scott Nearing took several kids on a trip to Brewster, NY, about twenty miles south of Pawling, to follow up on a rumor he had heard that a friend of his, Rex Stout, was building a house there using a simple method by utilizing local field stones and concrete for the walls. It utilized cheap and readilly available material, simple labor and fitted well in any natural landscape. Scott was greatly impressed with the idea and adopted it and used it extensivly in projects for the rest of his life. He built houses and barns in his communities in Vermont and later, in Maine, using the technique
One vivid memory I have of Pawling is being treated to a trip one night to a High school in Brewster, with a carload of kids ( I especially remember another was Gladys Poppe ), in a car driven by Nellie Seeds’ friend. It was a reward for some deed ( I can’t remember) but was to witness a performance of the Gilbert and Sullivan operetta named Iolanthe. It was performed by a group of English professionals, I think the famous D’oly Carte company. In any case I was so impressed with the performance that I have ever since been a real fan and have tried to attend wherever I heard of a G&S operetta performance, including the annual ones given by a twin-cities group here.
Here are a couple more as they come to mind.
Manumit must have been very widelycovered, internationally, we had many visitors from all over the world. I remember Indian poet Rabindrinath Tagor, and Raymond Duncan ( Isadora’s brother) from England in his flowing white gown and coterie of blond young women. There were also several visits from the famous engineer, J. Buckminster Fuller, in his famous experimental automobile, the Dymaxion, on three wheels, driving on the front two and steering on the one rear. I remember vividly riding in it to Bridgeport for some reason, with him driving and in the center of town approaching a traffic cop in an intersection and pulling up to ask him a direction, putting his hand on the cop’s shoulder and driving 360 degrees around him without removing his hand , just sliding it around as the car spun.
Among the Europeans who were there were Heinz Hohenwald, Heinz Gechter from Germany, Einar Jensen from Denmark, a nurse-dietician from Germany and one from France, a Cuban who had never seen snow and lots of exchange college students from Berea and U of Wisconsin ( Nellie Seeds and Scott Nearings son John, who later changed his name to John Scott, went to Russia and married a Russian girl and came back as a special foreign correspondent for Life magazine, reporting directly to the publisher) was one.