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e have a full slate of contributions as the heat of summer has faded and some of our energies feel renewed. Pat Doyle welcomes the beginning of the flu season with a description of Kendal’s procedures related to it, and advice on how residents can minimize their chances of catching the disease. Norman Sissman waxes enthusiastic about butterfly watching and invokes a celebrated novelist in support of this avocation. Muriel Fox interviews Gower Lane, director of Kendal’s operations department. Gene Dubow reflects on the roles that games play in people’s lives, and his own personal participation in some sports. Steve Kanfer reminisces about his friendship with the late great Elie Wiesel. Bill Smethurst recounts a Sleepy Hollow anecdote that took place this summer in Wisconsin! Hubie Wilke remembers some of his old adventures in Saudi Arabia. Marian Weinberg contributes a photograph of some of our wonderful dining staff members, followed by a verse of appreciation. Caroline Persell selected and processed our color photograph covers. On the front is an autumn scene captured by Caroline in Keene Valley, New York. Inside the front cover is a shot of our library’s art book area at the entrance to Clermont, taken by Martin Smolin. The inside of the back cover shows Brazilian artist Roberto Burle Marx’s dining room, a tablecloth he designed, his painting Guarantiba, and one of his gardens; it was photographed by Caroline at an exhibit at the Jewish Museum in New York. The back cover is a route 9W bridge over the Popolopen Creek near Fort Montgomery, New York, captured by Bert Pepper. Enjoy it all!

Norman J. Sissman


Standing Pat As we turn the calendar page to fall, we look forward to Halloween, Thanksgiving, and

the winter holidays; perhaps to a lovely snowfall (not too deep, please!), to family visits… and to THE FLU!

It is, once again, the beginning of flu season – and I happily note that, as always, we have excellent participation by residents and staff in signing up for flu vaccines – our best protection! But, it is also time for my annual reminders on the precautions we should all take – to protect ourselves not only from the flu, but from lots of other nasty bugs like the various G-I viruses and even the common cold. 1. If you are under the weather – stay home. Pattie Munson will be happy to arrange tray service. 2. If your “roommate” is sick – stay home. 3. WASH YOUR HANDS, WASH YOUR HANDS, WASH YOUR HANDS – at least 30 seconds, each time, with soap and water. 4. Use our alcohol-cleanser dispensers, especially as you enter the dining rooms. 5. Cover your coughs and sneezes and use your arm, not your hand. 6. If you have any symptoms of a cough, cold, or any other illness, please do not visit Clearwater, Sunnyside, or Adirondack. I know that neighbors very much want to visit friends who are there. DON’T if you are feeling unwell. 7. If you have visitors who are not well, please don’t bring them to public areas, and ask them to practice careful hand washing while on our property. 8. We strongly recommend that you do not visit other homes where there are illnesses – call ahead, and reschedule if someone is sick. These simple steps will significantly improve the likelihood that we have little or no serious illness at Kendal on Hudson this winter. Additionally, I want to remind residents of the procedures for staff related to the flu season: There is a New York State regulation in place that gives all staff who work in health care facilities (including CCRCs) two choices once the Commissioner of Health declares that influenza is prevalent in the state.


The first choice is to have an influenza vaccine. (Approximately 80% of our staff choose this this option…and our flu vaccine program is already under way.) The second choice is that the staff member opts not to have the vaccine, for a variety of legitimate reasons. Subsequently that staff member must wear a mask whenever in areas used by residents, or in the presence of a resident anywhere in the building. So, you will see staff in the building wearing procedure masks during the flu season, once it is officially declared. Please be assured, these staff members are not sick, they are simply complying with the state regulations. Also, please respect the right of every staff member to make a personal decision about the flu vaccine – we would ask that you do not comment to staff members who are wearing masks about their choice. We will notify you when the Department of Health tells us it is officially flu season…and when it is over. Last year it was very late – beginning in February! Let’s hope for a short and mild flu season…but let’s all do all we can to protect ourselves if that turns out not to be the case. Stay well!

Patricia Doyle

Overheard in the Bistro In several previous Overheard columns I have commented on the avocation of bird

watching and bird watchers of note here at Kendal, and also waxed enthusiastic about the many beautiful species of trees both on our campus and in the nearby Rockefeller Preserve. This month, on to butterfly watching. I realize that by the time you read this, in October, the butterfly viewing season will be over, but it has given me such pleasure this year that I want to share some of it with you. If you are uninterested in butterflies or some minutiae of zoological identification, please read no more! Most butterflies have an adult life span of a week or two, although some may live for a year or more. For many decades I have used a small booklet, An Instant Guide to Butterflies, 3

to identify individuals, but when I produced this on a tour a few years ago, the guide denigrated it as simplified and often inaccurate. So I added to my library Butterflies through Binoculars, by Jeffrey Glassberg, a more authoritative volume. Faced with an unknown, I flip through the 100 or so pages of the instant guide, find what may be what I saw, and then confirm it in Glassberg. Most of you are familiar with the very abundant little white guys and gals that flit about the flowers on our patios and entrance plantings. They are cabbage whites. Males have one very small black spot on their forewings; females have two. The largest butterflies in our area (about 3 inches long) are in the family of swallowtails. They are distinguished by a small tail-like protrusion from their hind wings, in a direction parallel to their bodies. The most striking of these is the Eastern Black Swallowtail, predominantly black but with rows of bright yellow spots that parallel the rear edges of their wings and, even more beautiful, a few bright blue and one red spot on the under surface of its hind wings. The only other black butterfly I have seen this year is the rather indolent, stately Mourning Cloak, without the tail of the swallowtails, but with an equally stunning bright yellow spotted border along the back of its wings, with a row of bright blue dots in front of this. Moving down the size scale we come to a group of mainly orange creatures, several of which have names that I presume are derived from a list of officials of the old British Empire, Monarch, Queen, Viceroy, and Admiral! I presume that most of you are familiar with the migrations of the Monarch: it flies several thousand miles each year between the eastern United States and a specific mountain in Mexico where it congregates with hundreds of thousands of others to breed before returning to the U.S. the next spring. No one knows exactly how Monarchs navigate and survive this incredibly long and difficult trip. Unfortunately, urban development and pesticides have diminished the availability of the monarch’s principal food, milkweed plants, and the species is now actually threatened with extinction. Monarchs are unmistakably bright orange with an intricate pattern of black margins and veins, in which are small white spots. Viceroys are almost identical except for one extra black vein across the rear of their hind wings. Queens are not seen in our area. Smaller orange butterflies include one with my favorite name, the Great Spangled Fritillary. For years I have mispronounced its name; a chance encounter, recently, with a professional photographer near Swan Lake in the Rockefeller Preserve corrected me. The accent is on the first syllable of “Fritillary,” rather than on the second! The “spangle” consists of an intricate pattern of dark brown spots, crescents, and zig-zag lines scattered


over the entire surface of both wings. Other orange beauties, with memorable names but different although equally complex markings, are the American Copper and the American Painted Lady! The smallest group of butterflies that can be observed in our area are the Skippers. Their common characteristics are: a) a length of about one inch or so, b) generally dark brown color, with various types of orange and black markings, and c) their odd posture – when basking on a flower or leaf, their front wings are flat (like most other butterflies), but their hind wings are elevated, forming a V along the lengths of their bodies. There are two dozen or so different specimens of Skippers and nailing the exact type, in the field, presents difficulties similar to those encountered by birders when faced with the myriad types of sparrows. My favorite Skipper around here is the Silver Spotted Skipper; its splendid eponymous marking is irregularly bordered and found on the under surface of its hind wing. One of my favorite 20th-century novelists, Nabokov (the pronunciation of whose name, incidentally, frequently needs correction: the emphasis, as is almost universal in Russian proper names – think Dostoevsky and Shostakovich – is always on the penultimate syllable, i.e., Vlad-DEE-mere Nah-BAHK-off) was a butterfly enthusiast. He once said that if the Bolsheviks hadn’t prompted his family to flee their regime, he might have become a lepidopterist rather than a writer. Soon after immigrating to the United States, Nabokov became a de facto curator at the Harvard Museum of Comparative Zoology and published scientific papers describing his dissections of the genitalia of a butterfly family called the “Blues,” thus clarifying questions about their classification. After Nabokov became financially independent (through the proceeds of Lolita and its movie rights), he fled the United States and lived the rest of his life in a suite in a luxury hotel in Montreux. It is reported that on his deathbed, he told his wife and son that one of his regrets about dying was that he would never again be able to feel the thrill of coming upon a rare and beautiful butterfly along a trail in his beloved Swiss Alps!

Norman J. Sissman Correction: In last month’s column, I inadvertently omitted the names of three stalwart tennis players from the old days: Betty Benjamin, Horst Berger, and Sydney Hines. My apologies!


Gower Lane, Mr. Get-Things-Done Did Gower Lane really carry a cooked string bean to a meeting of the Kendal Dining Advisory Committee? Yes, that legendary event really happened. Gower held up the string bean and told the committee: “Half the people at Kendal think this string bean is undercooked, and the other half think it’s overcooked. Somehow we try to keep you happy.” As Kendal on Hudson’s Director of Operations, Gower maintains his composure through a variety of challenges, including but not limited to the wide, wide range of resident food preferences. Gower came here at the beginning, in November 2004, as our director of dining services. In 2011, when operations director Todd Neavins left, Pat Doyle decided to offer Gower the job as his replacement and called him during his vacation to tell him so. They agreed to a 90-day interim tryout. Gower says he encountered so many headaches during his first two weeks that he wanted to turn the job down. “But it got easier and smoother from then on.” The varied headaches continue to happen, but Gower handles them all with aplomb. Gower was born in Peekskill on November 10, 1965, a date that became a symbol of Unforeseen Mishaps – it was the night of the mighty East Coast Electrical Blackout. He grew up in a family so technically competent that they never needed to hire outside plumbers, carpenters, or electricians. He attended SUNY Delhi in New York State’s Catskill region, graduating with a two-year associate of occupational studies degree in automotive technology, and then went to work as an auto mechanic. But food preparation remained in his background, too. He supported his studies by working at Abigail Kirsch, and also by working in a pizzeria. In 1989 Gower decided to enroll in the Culinary Institute of America, obtaining a degree in Culinary Arts in 1992. While at the CIA he worked for Marriott Hotels, ending up as a lead cook and pizzamaker. After graduation Gower held several sous-chef and executive chef positions and then became director of food and beverages at a Connecticut CCRC, the Edgehill Senior Living Center in Stamford. The next step was Kendal on Hudson. He’s especially proud of the fact that six people now working in KoH dining services (including Gower) are graduates of the CIA. He smilingly recalls that Kendal Corporation suggested he set KoH dinner hours at 4:30 to 6:30 PM and serve blueberry pancakes for dinner. “We soon changed that.”


How does Gower stay calm despite numerous pressures and problems that beleaguer him every day? “I have good people under me, so I know the managing process will work out.” He admits that Project Renew presented him with “a tough two years, with a new headache every day.” The hardest part of the reconstruction, he says, was “inconveniencing residents, and persuading them that this inconvenience was for the long-term advantage of everyone.” Now that we’re nearly back to normal life here, his biggest current project is a switch to

high-pressure natural gas for KoH’s dual-fired burners. “This will mean less wear and tear and breakdown, and will also save us money.” Another major project keeps his crew busy refurbishing apartments that become empty. Gower says his job at KoH is mainly one of “managing people.” KoH has a capable and high-morale staff, with remarkably little turnover. “Our hiring process is rigorous, but it pays off.” It took Gower six months to locate the right replacement for our popular executive chef Sean Whalen last year, but he’s proud of recruiting Jonathan Carafa for the job. “Our terrific sous-chefs Eddy Dias and Mark Schiller kept the place running smoothly while I was searching.” Both Sean and Jonathan have praised Gower as their mentor. Gower works with the executive chef to provide new gastronomic ideas for “our sophisticated clientele, who demand change and variety ranging from home-style comfort foods to gourmet treats.” He is now working with Jonathan to develop theme meals for every month of the year. In response to recommendations from the Dining Advisory Committee and from the Suggestion Box, which our dining staff reads regularly, Gower and Jonathan have also revitalized the Bistro salad bar. (“They think we don’t pay attention, but this proves we do.”) More creativity is appearing in Bistro salads; and standardized ingredients like celery, onions, shredded carrots and radishes are appearing every day. Gower admits that some dining room problems are insoluble, such as long lines when everyone appears at the same time for Sunday brunch. His biggest cost problem is the changing cost of food. He says price tags on fish and beef fluctuate the most. Gower works closely with Pat Doyle, whom he finds “responsive to fresh ideas and innovations.” They’re planning for an influx of baby boomers who will demand “lots of choices” – a trend now facing all CCRC organizations. Gower lives in Cortlandt Manor with his wife, who has worked for 32 years as director of marketing at Fuji Photo Film in Hawthorne, and their two daughters. When a crippling storm hit KoH one Sunday, Gower’s entire family moved in and served Sunday brunch here. Gower manages the largest number of employees at KoH – he and Karen Harvatin supervise two-thirds of all our employees. One of his most important new hires was Gjekote Curanaj, our new Senior Facilities Manager. (His name is pronounced Ja-COTE Tsoo-RON-aye. Do not pronounce the final “e” in his first name.) Gower urges residents to take advantage of the new WorxHub system for repairs, a system that is working smoothly and effectively now. “Smooth” and “efficient” are two good words for our operations under Gower’s supervision.

Muriel Fox


Games People Play When mid-afternoon rolls around, my mind frequently settles on relaxation and the things I have yet to do before my nightly trip to the Bistro. That was the case when one day I got off the elevator on the 3rd floor of Alida and found in the sitting area (the one with the beautiful view of the Hudson) four fellow residents playing mah jong. I kidded them about the sins of gambling but they assured me no money had passed during the game. Instead of thinking about an afternoon nap or getting back to the computer, I started to think about “games.” I knew that mah jong incorporated something called “bams and cracks” because in the 1940s a number of female residents in my Bronx apartment house frequently played it. It occurred to me that I didn’t really know what it was so I immediately consulted the Internet Free Dictionary and found the following: A game of Chinese origin usually played by four persons with tiles resembling dominoes and bearing various designs which are drawn and discarded until one player wins with a hand of four combinations of three tiles each and a pair of matching tiles. Finding that out, I briefly (very briefly) thought I might learn how to play. Reality overtook me and I decided on a nap, hoping that the feeling of seeking further knowledge and even playing the game would soon pass. It did! People enjoy games and get something out of participating in them. I admit I’m just not a games person. In college I tried my hand at bridge and failed dismally. I couldn’t get the bidding straight and constantly got my partners upset with me. I tried my hand at gin rummy with my fraternity brothers and continually lost a good part of what little money I had. There was a time in my early youth when I played Monopoly with my (older) brother. He always wound up with Broadway and Park Place and I frequently found myself in Jail without a “Get Out of Jail Free” card. I was never very good at sport games either. I was too slow and un-athletic with poor hand-eye coordination. At one time I thought about trying something no one else seemed interested in – cricket. I read a little about it but couldn’t figure out what it was or how a score was achieved. Lately, while I’m now too old to try to play, I thought I’d make another attempt at least to understand it. Wikipedia explains it as follows: Cricket is a bat-and-ball game played between two teams of eleven players on a cricket field, at the center of which is a rectangular 22-yard-long pitch with a wicket, a set of three wooden stumps sited at each end. One team, designated the batting team, attempts to score as many runs as possible, whilst their opponents field. I guess it’s a little like baseball but, clearly, I wouldn’t be better at it than I was at baseball. Things got better for me in my 40s. I tried running, did a lot of it and found that I enjoyed it. I even finished a half-marathon once and loved the idea that “every finisher is a winner.” I did the 8

10K races for a long time but eventually my knees gave out and I had to give it up. One thing it did for me that has had lasting value was that it got me in the habit of getting out every day to do some sort of exercise. So, I’ve become a walker. The hills surrounding Kendal are at times painful to climb but they are terrific for your heart and lungs. The comedian Mel Brooks once said, “I pray every day that my heart should not attack me.” I have the same prayer. However, no longer able to run, I miss the competition even if it was only with myself, and so far, luckily, no heart attacks. Being in my eighties, I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m just not a games person though I passively love watching the New York “pro” teams and, especially, my beloved Kentucky Wildcats on TV. As for my own individual participation, I’ve begun to think about the game of life and the attempt to beat out the Grim Reaper. He’s tough! Daily walking, eating reasonably, and keeping mentally active seems to be working and, at long last, I think I’ve found a game I am fairly good at. I fully realize, though, that my competitor will be waiting for me at the finishline, in essence telling me that he was the winner, not me. I take solace in knowing that no one else has beaten him either. However, since I still believe that “every finisher is a winner,” I’m at peace knowing that coming in second in the marathon of life isn’t so bad. Thinking about the game of life, I seemed to remember songs about “the games people play.” I found one by Alan Parsons and Eric Woolfson. It starts:

Where do we go from here now that all other children are growin’ up And how do we spend our lives if there’s no-one to lend us a hand I don’t want to live here no more, I don’t want to stay Ain’t gonna spend the rest of my life, Quietly fading away

It seemed to me that while the song is in one way a sad lament, it is perfect as a theme song for Kendal on Hudson. We have so many people here looking for a way to “spend the rest of my life” meaningfully without “quietly fading away.” There is so much Kendal offers in the way of activity that “quietly fading away” need never happen. In the final analysis there are two kinds of people: those who have decided to be participants and those who sit on the sidelines. If health allows, it’s the same for folks in their 80s and 90s as it is for those much younger – activists and sideline sitters. We’re all lucky here at Kendal. There are many, avenues open, both physical and intellectual. All you have to do is choose one. If you don’t, and sort of retire from the game you, indeed, will “quietly fade away.” No one should let that happen. Remember! Every finisher is a winner.

Eugene Dubow


Elie Wiesel: The Words Will Come When I learned of Elie Wiesel’s death at the age of 87 this summer, I immediately recalled a long-ago phone call. “I wonder if you would do me a favor,” Wiesel inquired. He had recently written a glowing review of my novel, The Eighth Sin, about the fate of gypsies during the Nazi years. We met shortly afterward, when he took me to lunch. It was I who owed him, not the other way around. The favor he was seeking, it turned out, was for me to sign onto Jimmy Carter’s new Commission on the Holocaust. I wondered who the committee members would be, expecting the usual group of senators and congressmen seeking ink. “Myself,” he said, “and some fellow survivors.” I reminded him I was only a writer, not a victim of the 20th century’s central crime. “Don’t you think,” he asked, “that witnesses deserve a witness?” Vito Corleone never made a more persuasive argument. I accepted on the spot, and flew to Poland a month later. I thought it would be impossible to convey the collective dread as our tour bus headed west from Cracow. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the guide announced, “our next stop will be Auschwitz.” And I thought it equally hopeless to describe the amalgam of rage and grief during the visit to Babi Yar outside Kiev. Although upwards of 30,000 Jews were slain at that site by German troops in September 1941, there was not a stone, not a plaque, not a single reminder of what had occurred. A small sign commemorated “Russians” who had been executed. Elie was having none of it. He and his colleagues ringed the place with inscribed yellow ribbons. They stated the historical truth in Hebrew letters. There were many other side-trips to the killing fields, and I continued to wonder how all this could be communicated to readers who, like me, were not present – perhaps not even alive – during the Nazi years. But Elie promised, “The words will come when you need them.” And so they did. The piece ran in Time and was widely reprinted. Thus began a long friendship with the man who continued to write moral statements in his novels and nonfiction, and to speak them to heads of state. In 1984, for example, in an effort to embrace the democratic Federal Republic of Germany, Ronald Reagan announced that he would visit Bitburg, a cemetery where Nazi SS officers were buried. Before a televised audience Elie faced the Chief Executive: “I implore you to


do something else, to find another way, another site. That place, Mr. President, is not your place.” Reagan went anyway, but stayed only 10 minutes. A visit to the site of the BergenBelsen concentration camp was hastily added to the official schedule. Reagan stopped there for an hour. Two years later, Elie won the Nobel Prize for Peace. Every cent of the monetary reward went for scholarships to needy students, regardless of religion or ethnicity. Those who accused Elie of an obsession with the Jewish Holocaust, when there had been so many other genocides in the 20th century, deliberately distorted the record. In fact, he spoke and wrote many times in defense of victimized leaders like Nelson Mandela, Andrei Sakharov, and Lech Walesa. “Of course,” he insisted, “we must remember the suffering of my people. At the time of their greatest suffering no one was there to help them. This is why I speak for the voiceless – the Ethiopians, the boat people, the Mesquite Indians, the Argentinian ‘desaparecidos’ – and yes, the Palestinians. At times the list appears to be endless.” But in those days his energy was endless as well, and he advocated for all of the deprived and disenfranchised. Those actions did not diminish until he entered his eighties. Even then they remained formidable until he underwent a quintuple bypass four years ago. “When I wonder about God’s miracles, I have only to look in the mirror,” he told me shortly after the procedure. “I was a frail child, brought up in the ghetto of Sighet, Romania. Every Easter I was beaten up by Polish youths. At the age of 16, I was taken to Auschwitz along with my siblings and parents. My father and I went on to Buchenwald, where he perished. “When American troops liberated the camp I went to France, and became a journalist for an obscure almost penniless paper. It sent me to interview Francois Mauriac, the Catholic intellectual. He went on about the suffering of Jesus until I cried, ‘There were Jewish children who suffered and died in terrible agonies, why don’t you talk about them?’” “I ran out of the room, embarrassed at my outburst. But he caught up with me at the elevator. Now he was in tears, apologizing and urging me to write my story and theirs. I did, in Night. Not a big seller at all. “After that came other books. I moved to New York. There I was run down by a taxi. I survived that, too. I kept writing, lecturing at the 92nd Street Y, teaching at Boston University. I married, had a son, grandchildren. One day I received a call from Oprah Winfrey, then the most prominent name in television. She had a reading club, and she had selected Night. It became an international bestseller. “Who knew all this would happen to an obscure, underweight boy who was marked for an early grave decades ago?”


That child looked out at me from the seamed face of a pained and weary Laureate who had seen too much but still hadn’t testified enough. “With all the honors, all the experiences,” I inquired, “how would you like to be remembered?” “As a melamed,” he answered without a moment’s hesitation. “The Hebrew term for teacher. It is the highest calling known to humanity.” There are more than 50 books of nonfiction and fiction that bear his name. All of them remain in print. The Elie Wiesel Foundation college grants continue unabated. The Wiesel Center for Jewish Studies has become a permanent part of Boston University. Elie’s wish will be granted.

Stephen Kanfer

Sleepy Hollow Is Nationally Known! Bix and I were returning from our family chalet in rural and rustic northwest Wisconsin. The first night out we stayed in Janesville, a moderate sized town about 30 miles south of Madison. (If Janesville has even a dubious claim to fame, it’s that it is the hometown of Paul Ryan, Speaker of the US House of Representatives.) After checking into a dog-friendly motel that would accommodate Missy, we stopped at a nearby bistro for dinner. Our waitress was a very cute young woman sporting a few tattoos. She asked where we were going. We said a small village in Westchester County, New York, called Sleepy Hollow. To this assertion she replied, “I’ve never been there but I’ve always wanted to go. My name is Kristina Van Tassel and I think I must still have some relatives there.” Wow! It seems as if the Headless Horseman has wended his weary way up to Interstate 91 as well as to Broadway near the Old Dutch Church!

Bill Smethurst


Arabian Nights --- and Days Hubert Wilkie, one of Kendal’s longest residing residents, had a long and distinguished career as founder and CEO of a firm that pioneered the concept of integrating custom-built audiovisual systems with building and interior designs. The history of this endeavor has been well documented by newsletters written by Hubie’s wife and partner, Jackie. Among the many Fortune 500 companies, governmental and educational entities that employed the services of Hubert Wilke, Inc. was the kingdom of Saudi Arabia. We are pleased to reprint some of Hubie’s reminiscences of his experiences there. One of our firm’s main objectives during the 1973-75 recession was somehow to get enough business so that we could afford to hold onto our very highly specialized and extremely dedicated staff. By 1974 most construction projects in the United States and even Europe were drying up. But the one area of the world where things were still happening was the Middle East. Those of us who ventured forth to these lands, unknown to many in those days, have quite a few tales to tell. My first night there, in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, found me in what had to be the last hotel room in town, at the Asia Hotel. The bed sagged almost to the floor; overhead the bare electric light bulb hung down from one threadbare wire. Paint peeled throughout and the toilet facilities consisted of a hole in the floor in an area down the hall. That was in some contrast to my next visit to Jeddah, a year later, when one of our United States clients, Merrill Lynch, loaned us their villa at the Kandara Palace Hotel. After the Asia Hotel, the Kandara was indeed a palace. On this second visit we also found that the most enjoyable recreational treat in the city was snorkeling, only a half hour away, in the Red Sea, which is anything but red! On my second day in Jeddah I visited the American attaché, hoping that he might know an architect or someone else who might be interested in the services we had to offer. After about twenty minutes of explanation and discussion, the attaché said he was sorry but he just couldn’t think of anyone who might be of help, and he offered to get me a taxi back to my hotel. As we walked down a long corridor, he suddenly stopped and remembered that, in a meeting the previous week, he had heard something about a new building being built that was to have a special room for meetings of some kind. He didn’t know any details, but told me that the man in charge of everything was Hisham Nazer, the minister of all planning in Saudi Arabia. I, of course, quickly asked where Nazer’s office was and the attaché asked a driver to take me there. Upon entering the minister’s office I was greeted by one of his aides, a young man, Harvard educated, speaking perfect English. At first he was more interested in how the Yankees were doing, but after a few minutes of providing him with this information, I told him that the


American attaché had suggested that the minister might be interested in talking with me about his newest building. After some further explaining about what the Wilke firm did and mentioning some of our previous clients whose names I was sure he would recognize (President Johnson, Merrill Lynch, Exxon, IBM), he smiled and said that he thought His Excellency, the minister, might be interested, but that he was in Riyadh for the next several days. After a telephone call, I quickly agreed to an appointment with His Excellency at 10:30 AM the next day. On the flight from Jeddah to Riyadh, I sat next to a young Yemeni. It was futile to attempt a conversation – or so I thought – until halfway through our flight, he turned to me and said in perfect English, “Where are you from in the States?” He turned out to be a translator in Riyadh; his name, Muttahar Shehab. His sense of humor was exceeded only by his hospitality. He went with me in search of a hotel room, and after the fifth hotel clerk said there was nothing available, my newfound companion invited me to come home with him. His wife was out at a late meeting, so we drank tea and talked until Muttahar asked me if I knew Twenty Questions. I did, and so into the night we sat and played Twenty Questions, until I wearily set my head to rest on a pillow on their couch. Muttahar and I kept in touch over the years. We tried to help him get into several American universities and finally he was admitted to the University of Colorado. A couple of years later, he and his wife and newborn son paid us a visit while on their way to Oxford University where he, through his sheer determination, reached the educational objective of his life. During my meeting with Minister Nazer, which was interrupted by his daily prayers, he told me that he already had a proposal from a Japanese firm. He was interested in one from us, but had little time to decide. Did I ever need to think fast! -- but I came up with a cost projection that was safe enough to make it all possible. In the end, we got the job; there was no signing of papers, just a handshake. It turned out to be the most flexible, up-to-date, and sophisticated complex in the Middle East. Several additional projects in that country followed. My recollections of Saudi Arabia will always be tempered by the fact that I happened to be in Riyadh on March 25, 1975, when King Faisal was assassinated. That afternoon I took a cab around the city and the sense of loss that seemed to engulf the people reminded me of that day in New York, in 1963, when word of John F. Kennedy’s assassination spread a sense of deep sorrow over the streets of Manhattan.

Hubert Wilke


The dining staff does many things To satisfy digestive whims Of residents—and their guests— For individual requests. They serve, they clean, remove your plate, And vacuum at the stroke of 8! But after that, let it be known We’re gone, and they are left alone! They join together without reserve; Enjoy the meal they all deserve. Cell phones in use without cessation, Interspersed with conversation! Our gratitude, beyond a doubt, To “kids” we couldn’t do without. We wish success as they pursue Whatever in life they wish to do!

Marian Weinberg


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Dentistry, as with other health services, is rapidly changing. Technology is constantly improving, allowing us to deliver quality care in less time and with less stress. Most importantly though, dentistry is still an art as well as a science. As a health service, the patient care is provided not only by the doctor, but by the entire office staff. Dentistry as a health service means properly placed restorations and courteously answered phones. Rapidly changing technology will not change this philosophy of service.

Peter J. Zegarelli, DDS - General Dentistry 87 North Broadway • Tarrytown, NY 10591 • 914-631-1800 Website: • Email: The Zegarelli dental office has been located in Tarrytown since 1982. We have been serving KoH residents since the Kendal opening day in 2005.

BOSTICK, MURPHY & COMPANY CERTIFIED PUBLIC ACCOUNTANTS P.C. Individual, Business, Trust and Estate Tax consulting, planning and return preparation We will meet at your home, office or at our location in Mount Kisco William G. Bostick, CPA, CVA Patricia A. Murphy, CPA, CVA, CFP, CHFC, PFS, CGMA 113 SMITH AVE. MT. KISCO, NY 10549 (914) 666-6336 (914) 666-0396 fax

We can assist you with your hearing loss, hearing aids, nasal and throat problems, and allergies. Michael Bergstein, MD, FACS

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Board Certified in Otolaryngology, Balloon Sinus surgery and Sleep apnea

Jill Zeitlin, MD

Board Certified in Otolaryngology, Specializes in Hearing Services

Fellowship Trained Laryngologist, Voice and Swallowing Disorders

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Board Certified in Allergy and Immunology

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P H E L P S Donald R. Reed Speech & Hearing Center

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Institute for Voice and Swallowing Disorders Craig H. Zalvan, MD Laryngologist

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A few doors from C Town. Free parking in the back away from traffic. Knowledgeable and friendly staff will answer questions and help you select from the largest and most unique display in the Rivertowns. ❖ Competitive pricing and discounts. ❖ I look forward to having you join our many Kendal customers. John Sarofeen, Proprietor

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Angels on Call is pleased to announce that we have opened a satellite office located right here at Kendal on Hudson in the main building on Level C

Angels on Call has been a favorite of Kendal

Call 845-628-2255 today to discover why residents for over 10 years

Offering multiple services to augment the lives of you and your loved ones RN/LPN Services In-Home Assessments by qualified RNs Medication Pours HHA/Companion Services Attentive and experienced Home Health Aides carefully supervised and monitored by an RN Assistance with Personal Hygiene and Grooming Nutritious Meal Planning and Preparation Medication Reminders Companionship Respite Care Exercise Additional Services Escorts to Doctor Appointment/Shopping/Errands Conscientious Pet Care and Plant Care General Tidying and Trash Removal* Laundry and Linen Changes

Angels on Call, a passion for providing quality homecare to extend the independence of all Kendal residents

Call 845-628-2255 or email us at today to experience the best that home health care has to offer

* Angels on Call is not a home cleaning service. However, if such services are required, we would be delighted to make an appropriate referral

Kendal View Journal, October 2016  

The literary magazine created by residents of Kendal on Hudson.

Kendal View Journal, October 2016  

The literary magazine created by residents of Kendal on Hudson.