Sandy and her husband, David, were between gigs (to use the term I have learned from my actor son), having just finished the movie Fifty Shades of Grey. As a team, Sandy and David are responsible for the “look and feel” of a movie, Sandy in particular for set design. You might recall that Sandy and David were nominated for a BAFTA (that’s the Brit equivalent of an Oscar) for Inglourious Basterds. Inevitably, they are particularly noted for their work with Quentin Tarantino. Elly’s notes consisted mainly of a capital-letter exhortation to EAT CAKE NOW, which we duly obeyed, while Amy Broaddus MacNelly received yoga instruction from Louis Tenenbaum ’72 on how to breathe deeply and cope with a ’72 reunion. Two Abbot women from ’73, Amanda Cobb and Betsy Miller, also joined our celebrations. Beth Urdang Shiro couldn’t come for the very good reason that she was celebrating, with her daughter Faryn, the first birthday of granddaughter Abby. Liz Padjen and Tad Gillespie ’73 were at a boat show instead. Maud Lavin was well into the first term of the academic year at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. She was up for a reunion in NYC, and we couldn’t convince her that a direct flight to Boston was just as quick and that getting to Jon’s in East Sandwich from Logan was actually faster than going from JFK to Manhattan. Next time! Marna Parke Borgstrom was otherwise engaged, and Sarah Richardson Bearden was at a National Association for Holistic Aromatherapy conference in Seattle. Brenda Friend Brandt, Meredith Keller, Angie Deitrick Duffy, and Libby Spader Naficy were all too busy with work. We wanted all of you; I only mention those whom we almost, but not quite, convinced to come. I tacked on a few days in NYC and had a chance to visit a little longer with some of the guys from PA ’72. Bill Boak ’72 very kindly drove me back from the Cape, Bijan Amini ’72 wined and dined me in his inimitable style, and Andy Russem ’72 and I talked about our kids at a sidewalk bar in Manhattan. Before I dragged myself back to JFK and home, I had tea with Arnon Mishkin ’72, David Schwartz ’72, and David’s wife, Susan. Arnon’s daughter Allison is just back from completing a master’s degree at Oxford, and David’s new venture is a commission to write a biography of the physicist Enrico Fermi, to be published in late 2017.
PHILLIPS Tom Rawson P.O. Box 1361 Eastsound WA 98245 206-632-8248 tomrawson@gmail.com
Apparently once every five years is not enough for the PA/Abbot Class of ’72. Not even once annually will cut it. No, the ’72 crew had to re-une twice this year, ostensibly for the purpose of ringing in our seventh decade. The second 2014 gathering of the clan (the first, in February, was chronicled
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in an earlier edition of Andover magazine) occurred September 11–14 on Cape Cod, and Walter Maroney graciously sent the following account: “So this is old age: The bunch of us dancing in Jon Atwood’s house on Cape Cod, a 1750s farmhouse undergoing renovations, filled with art. As good a metaphor as any for this crew: Old, renewing, full of beauty. How did we ever live past 60? Sheridan Liu came in from California, his hair gray bristles; later in the evening, Liz Hall ’72 found him in the Abbot yearbook, that long black hair spilling down across each shoulder. Richard Darner, back for the first time in decades, came from Houston with a richly weathered face. Sam Butler, a grandfather, father of a 3-yearold, was fresh back from his second daughter’s wedding. He never did make temporal sense, anyway. Louis Tenenbaum, richly bearded and somehow radiating happiness, came up from DC, where he designs and builds living spaces for folks with disabilities. Frank Cregg is still the definitive Nathan Detroit. Jocko MacNelly and wife Amy Broaddus MacNelly ’72 were there. He’s got this glorious snow-white ponytail hanging down his back; he lives outside Philadelphia, teaching and playing music with some of his idols. Doug Hinman is basking in retirement in a house farther out the Cape, with a peace-giving view of the Atlantic. Bijan Amini, who grew up in Tehran, Iran, was so much a member of our class that not even official expulsion worked; he’s a lawyer in NYC, head shaved, who danced all night with the women from Abbot. Jim Johnson is deep into a second career as a bike tour leader, fresh back from Croatia, due to hit western Ireland in another month. Toby Lineaweaver, psychologist, told stories about dogs, living and dead. Tony Hewett and Jonathan Hulbert each looked unconscionably similar to their childhood selves. I envied Tony’s ability to grow that moustache 40 years ago. Over it now. Pete Morin ’73, guitarist and indie novelist, ducked in and out the night I was there. David Harsch ’73, who describes himself as “chief cook and bottle washer” at Seasand Samoyed Sanctuary in Mashpee, Mass., was there. Atwood’s daughter dropped by. She’s 26 and in a graduate theatre program. Ridiculously beautiful, nice to us old folks, and lord, how her father glows in her presence. “Over the long weekend, there was time on the beach; there are photographs of Jocko and Louie doing something that looks like exercise with Missy Baird ’72, Nancy Pinks Bennett ’72, and Julia Gibert ’72, with her new, fashionably mussed haircut growing progressively wilder in the wind. Late in the night, we ate birthday cake and retired to couches, looking through that Abbot yearbook. God almighty but we were young once, younger than Atwood’s daughter, younger than we could ever remember ourselves being. If this is how you get old, I thought, it ain’t half bad. “And at night’s end, I wrapped my arms around Julia, whom I first met on a debate team in junior
high and who lives on a barge in England. ‘I’ve known you since we were 12 years old,’ I whispered at her. Love you dearly, girl. True dat.” Many thanks to Walter for this report. Other PA gents in attendance included Jim Mayock, Andy Russem, and Bill Boak, as well as Dave Swanson ’73. Additional Abbot ’72 representatives were Elly Mish, K.T. Nourse Kiley, and Sandy Reynolds-Wasco, joined by AA ’73ers Betsy Coward Miller and Amanda Cobb. Plans are already afoot for another Class of ’72 birthday bash next year. After all, 61 is a prime number, so once again we will be in our prime— certainly a cause for celebration. Not that we ever had to search far for a reason to party. We want you at the next shindig! Publicity will likely be through Facebook and personal e-mails, so join the Andover/Abbot Class of 1972 Facebook page and be sure PA has your correct current e-mail address. Because apparently, once every five years is just not enough.
1973 ABBOT Jane Cashin Demers 43 Morton St. Andover MA 01810 978-470-1684 (home) 978-502-8733 (cell) jane.demers@gmail.com Noreen Markley 783 Wooddale Road Bloomfield Village MI 48301-2468 248-645-0536 noreenmarkley@aol.com Marcia B. McCabe 10 W. 66th St., Apt. 22B New York NY 10023 917-796-1594 mbmg55@gmail.com
What a summer the Abbot Class of 1973 had! The summer activities kicked off with the Abbot Bazaar on May 31, held on the Abbot Circle. This event was combined with the PA Carnival, a study break during exam preparations. Although many aspects of the Bazaar of our youth were missing (notably the bake sale, the plant station, and the white elephant booth), it was delightful to see the Circle full of students, faculty, and children. The Abbot Hall steps were used as a stage for various musical offerings of the day. The Girls of Abbot film was shown twice during the Bazaar, and many of us chose to see it twice, laughing and crying at the same time. The Abbot Class of 1973 was in the room. Present were Debra Heifetz Stein; Dee DeLucia and her mother, Lorraine; Elizabeth Coward Miller; Jenifer McLean Cooke; Jane Cashin Demers; Phoebe Aina Allen and her wife, Liz; Kristine Tomlinson; Ann Palermo McCready and her daughter, Gaby; and me, Noreen Markley,