D AV I D PAT R I C K C O L U M B I A ANIMAL RE SCUE FUND OF THE HAMPTONS HOSTED “JEWELS OF SUMMER”
David Yurman and Jay Gladstone
communities. While I never met the man, I was always aware of him because so many people referred to him by his nickname with apparent respect and affection. I never heard a suspicious or unkind word uttered about him, which is unusual for someone with such a high profile in the corridors of power. Among those who posted notices mourning his loss were the Board of Trustees of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Solomon R. Guggenheim Foundation, the Board of Trustees of the Educational Alliance, the Weill Cornell Medical College, the Board of Trustees of Guild Hall of East 28 QUEST
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Hampton, the Board of the Lincoln Center of the Performing Arts, the Prospect Park Alliance, Riverdale Country School, Hunter College, the UJA-Federation of New York, the Board of Trustees of Alvin Ailey Dance Foundation, the American Friends of the Israel Museum, and dozens of individuals who either worked with him over the years or were his friends. They remembered him with abundant gratitude and friendship, describing him with words and phrases such as beloved, mentor, a major force, shaped the skyline, invaluable, a great man, generous, a man who treasured his family, the smartest man
Alana McCarthy and Hailey Baldwin
Faran Cohen, Marcy Czeizler and Jayme Cohen
in the room, a great friend, a loving father and grandfather, a joy in travel, a visionary, and steadfast. I only knew Mr. Lindenbaum by name, which I heard often in passing conversation and always in the kindest tones. I didn’t even know until recently that he was a lawyer—obviously an important one. His area of expertise was real estate and he was a revered friend to many. He was evidently the go-to guy, the man who could make things happen. His word could clear the path for development, for assistance, and he kept the wheels turning in the city. Every community that is healthy
and vibrant has a Sandy Lindenbaum, if they’re lucky. New York was lucky. Another individual who was held in high esteem and was well-known in cultural and social circles on both sides of the Atlantic was Elizabeth Fondaras, known as “Liz” to her many friends. She died at her home at 2 East 70th Street. Liz turned 96 last March and, despite handicaps created by the vagaries of old age, I saw Liz only a little more than a month ago at the ballet. She bore a certain resemblance to Edith Wharton: an American bred in another age who moved in society and adopted France as her second,
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Rita and Frank Castagna with Gene Pressman