Reunions at the White Horse

Hi all,

Well, the good old White Horse was jumping with joy yesterday as twenty fine Manumitters came together to celebrate “just-like-family” ties. A picture of our Host Dylan Thomas was on the wall. Ira Deutsch entered twice, that was nice, Olive’s Larry Johnson brought his good chemistry with him. Ray Raphael (now pronounced Raphael) was taunted into coming and had a great time with his old pal Wallyanna Wallace Thompson Watson Whatever, the third, who came three thousand miles and seemed thrilled to be in the Apple as well as with us. My friend Flynnny, Judy and her warm sister Liz came together and left separately. The Pawling reps “Moms Rosner” and John Weinstock fit just fine. And “No Mas” Steve insisted on stories we couldn’t relate to, but, he is ours and there was that photo of him and his arms full of the lovely Judy Van who brought a friend, Nancy, and then made gargoyle faces through the window as she departed. De nice Denise was so happy to be back at school. The movies Ms. Linda Silber Burton, who did she marry?, is now

designing, er, houses, too. Sagacious Mike Speer got his brain picked by me on the underlying traumas of 1957 during which I sailed merrily, merrily above the storm in what I remember as a great year. And we were thinking of ways to put on paper this beautiful insanity called Manumit. Sturdy, er, Mr. Scharf wanted to get in on the paying of the bill, but, NBC’s stellar Sue beat him to it and left with her favorite bodyguard, Lightnin’ Lou Haber. I went a few rounds with tough Thelma

Adelman who took good care of my baby brother lo those many years ago. She’s easy, though, and knows stuff. Beautiful Bianca Binky withstood more exclamations of love from someone. Sweet Sue Powers represented the unfaculty nicely and Alan Essner nearly missed the whole thing because he was getting mugged by his dentist. He didn’t see his girl and had to settle for bashing Dubya around with me. And thanks wise Judy for your unfailing presence even though I know that you are secretly trying to make me a better person.

C’mon everyone – it’s really fun.

 love, JK


Dear John,

Eloquently stated, my friend. It amazes me that no matter how many times we share those hundreds of untold and retold stories of our past, it never gets stale. It’s like those PBS fund raising shows where musical groups come on stage and sing all of those songs we’ve heard so many times before — they continue to light me up and make my day. Ditto our Manumit gatherings — my

pulse quickens, and I slide into a delicious comfort zone. Well, maybe the beer helped just a little…

Anyway, when we all departed out of the White Horse, John, Ray, Charlie Gardner, and I headed uptown on Eighth Avenue, we four cloned together as if we were crossing the quad on our way to the main house. Charlie peeled off at fourteenth street, headed for the subway, John did likewise at around twenty-third, and Ray and I continued our trek all the way to my hotel on seventy-seventh at Broadway. What did we all talk about? I don’t remember a word. It was all about four old friends together once more, sharing precious time together. And as I age, time for being with friends has

become my number one priority; traveling three thousand miles for that experience? Less than a trifle…

Peace, love, and quality time with family and friends during this holiday season…

Love and Apples to All,



Wow… what a super email, so well expressed. Perhaps one meeting day we should have a Manumit walk? Walking with friends in NYC has always been a great feeling… but with friends from half a century ago… priceless.

Judy Van


Dear Judy,

What a great idea — the next time we meet in the city, we take a stroll here and there, ebbing and flowing along familiar pathways we have traveled before when on vacation from Manumit. I remember a time during Christmas break when a group of us (Hildreth is the only person whose name I recall — major crush at that point of my life), went ice-skating in Central Park. We met somewhere in midtown and walked all the way to the rink, our ice skates clanking around our necks. Afterwards, we walked out of the park and had sodas and hot dogs (dietary mayhem by today’s standards). Such sweet innocent times…

Anyone else have a memory of walking with Manumit friends in New York?

Bye, Judy. Sorry that we didn’t have an opportunity to talk while meeting at the White Horse; next time, okay?



Wow! It was musical and it was spring, too. After what seemed like a thousand feet of snow and sub-zero temperatures a dozen magnificent Manumitters came to town and actually brought spring with them. It was positively balmy as we walked down the avenue to visit a possible new venue for our laugh-filled gatherings. And the music! Some of it came from Aulay, who bombed in from that state of confusion, Ohio, pretending he had, harumph, you know, other business, but, really came

just cause he loves us. He sang a thundering duet with the lovely Charlie Gardner, who had other states on his mind, too. Charlie sings loud, talks soft. Lovable Lou Haber was there interjecting thoughts about someone he knows at NBC. I asked Ricardo Marlis what he had been teaching in NJ, but, got no answer. Mysterious. Another mystery had Ferdie trying to figure out the Nabokov story; who was which, and were they related, kind of stuff. I guess he knows, but, I still don’t. My

guardian, Judy Wise, has never missed. And I want to know how come her husband didn’t change his name to hers. Ira Deutsch always sits far from me (maybe because he called me a goober in an e-mail) so I don’t know what he talks about; he smiles and that’s what matters. And beautiful Bianca, sitting next to me, somehow, told of how she felt traumatized at the first Cedar meetings; its not believable, I think serene, especially today as she withstood the coarseness of Steve (NO) Maas’ jokes. C’mon Steve, enough of name-dropping and show biz crap. We love you as you are; no proof required. Pawling was represented by John Weinstock whose family history reminds us of how Manumit started. Thanks for him. And Sweet Sue, our beloved english teacher; how could

she have withstood the barrage that was us; she must be brave Sue, too. Our waitress had courage but, was a little confounded and somehow thought we were elderly foreigners. Perhaps,I suggested, you thought we were senior Syrians?

Can you make a Friday late in April?

 Thanks all, JK

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