Writes Lucy - “Hi Art, Dixie and I had two weddings. The first, a mock
one, was in San Diego. The top photo, of Dixie with his children, Diana,
Patrick, and Julia, was taken there. The second, a legal or legitimate one,
was at the New York City apartment of my brother, David Mullman (1969). The
bottom photo, of Dixie and me, was taken there.”
George’s Senior Quote - “A
little shyness is no discredit to any man.”
1965 - Malcolm Dobrow - “Hi Art, I saw the correspondence from classmate Roger
Morris in the last newsletter. He and I roomed together
freshmen year at SUNY Buffalo. We lived in freshmen apartments near the
campus. Besides us there was a football player, farmer and a local. The
football player, paraphrasing Jim Croce, was as big and dumb as a man can
come. The farmer and the “townie” were decent guys. I think Roger and I
had bunk beds.
He transferred to Binghamton after one year. I stayed to do pre-med then med
school. I lost touch with him afterwards, UNTIL NOW!!
Another reason to enjoy the newsletter!
I am enjoying retirement
with kids and grandkids. Still living in a suburb of Denver.
Best regards and thanks
again. Mal Dobrow, Class of 1965.”
1965 - Richard Goldfeder -
Remembered
Writes Jill Simon (1967) - “Richard Goldfeder and his first wife, Sally, were good
friends with Bob and I as our kids grew up. ‘Rig,’ as we called him, was even
in a band with Bob for a while…..😊good times . I have known their girls since they were
young, We were always at our house or theirs. My mother moved from our house
on Stirrup Lane after my father died, when I was 12, and she remarried and
moved right around the corner from Sally and Rig. Sadly, we had lost
track of them over the years, but good memories persisted.”
1967 - Phil Kane - Brother Cameron
Kane Remembers.
Writes Cameron (1970) - “Art - It's unexpected fun to read Wheatley classmates'
recollections of my brother, Phil Kane. Whether he was playing guitar
in the NuTones (who I thought were pretty good) with classmates Bobby
Jacobs, Kenny Lang, Howie Kirchick, and Don Lansky,
or hitchhiking and being picked up by a Rolls Royce, Phil had good friends
and grand experiences. He lived his life to the fullest dying of lung cancer
in 2009 at the age of 60. (He should have quit smoking!)”
1968 - Ken Gallard - Cowboy
Writes Ken - “Hi Art.….Now that ski season is over (although there’s
still plenty of snow here), I'm reading the Newsletters as they come in; much
easier this way!
While reading Ken Martin's (1960) fond and heart-felt remembrance of his pal
Dixie Howell (1960) in Newsletter # 147, I made note of Ken's rhetorical
question therein, "…..how many Wheatley graduates ended up as
cowboys?" Well, I submit the following images as proof that there
are others. And I don't believe I'm alone, although I grant Ken's assertion
that it is certainly not a particularly common pursuit. Back when I was a
kid, I would spend summers up in New Hampshire, tending farm animals.
So it's not a particular stretch considering my background. However, in
light of my other long-term pursuits in life, my close Wheatley pal, the late
Steve Cohen (1968), used to say to me that I was probably the world's only
‘rock 'n' roll, vegetarian, cowboy.’ He might be right about that one.
As Art Engoron’s (1967) recent post noted, not all hitchhiking was a
glorious and benign adventure. Howard Kirchick (1967) and Phil Kane's
(1967) receiving a ride from a Rolls Royce is certainly a
rarity. Art’s spending the night in the Centerville, MD jail for hitchhiking
and being assaulted by a fellow inmate definitely tempers your appetite for
additional hitchhiking encounters. Back in the mid-'70s, while hitching
from California back to New Mexico, I received a ride from a guy in northern
Arizona who was running from the police. We were in a "hot"
car--which was basically the racket he was in--stealing cars and stripping
them for parts. As we pulled into a gas station, he wanted me to assist
him in robbing the station and the attendant (I was to distract the attendant
while my driver hit the cash register). As we pulled to a stop, I
grabbed my backpack and ran like my pants were on fire into the fields and
brush that were behind the station. I DO NOT miss hitching AT ALL these
days.
I also enjoyed Bobby Jacobs’s (1967) detailing
of his life. I assume this is the same Bobby Jacobs who was trying to
make a sci-fi/horror movie back when we were kids. I think the title he
was using for the film was "The Krell." If that title is a
combination of Krispy Kreme and Prell shampoo, THAT would be horrifying!!
Writes Bobby Jacobs (1967) - “I thank Kenny Gallard for the memory. Here’s how
this all started.
I was in The Wheatley
School Band as a drummer with Barry Gordon (1965). Stanley
Krell was a drum teacher with whom many of the members of the
band studied. Alan Shapiro, Barry Gordon and Peter
Solow formed SGS Productions to make 8 mm or 16 mm
movies. The first one (and maybe be the only one) that they made was
called “The Krell,” which was a papier-mâché blob over a motorized base that
ostensibly went around destroying things. I do recall that I was
selling stock for, I believe, $.25 a share, but I don’t much recall where the
money went. And all of this was before social media that could capture and
recall every movement. So far my memory is still pretty good! Regards,
Bob”
1969 - Richard Frankfort -
Remembered
Writes John Poulos (1969) - “Richie Frankfort was larger than life to me as I
entered seventh grade. I was REALLY honored to have played on the Junior
Varsity Football team with him. I think Mr Okey Ryan bent the rules by
allowing me, a mere seventh grader, to play on the Junior Varsity team, but I
was almost 200 pounds and pretty feisty, so he let me
I have been cleaning up
(out) a LOT of VERY old ‘stuff’ and came across one of Richie’s business
cards from when he was involved with motorcycles (as was I, but that’s an
entire movie in itself). I was interested to know that he earned a flight
certificate in 1978, as did I.”
Writes Howard Davidson (1972) - “I would like to say a last ‘Thank You’ from my
seventh-grade self to Richard Frankfort. I am not surprised to hear of
his kindness and good works during his sobriety. That person was there
many years ago. RIP Richard. Thank You!”
1969 - Peter Siegelman - Deceased
Funeral Service: May 13, 2024 10:00
AM
Funeral Home: Gutterman’s Rockville Centre Chapel
175 N. Long Beach Road, Rockville Centre, NY 11570
Writes John Poulos (1969) - “Hi Art, I recently received a telephone call from
Linda Siegelman (1973), informing me that her brother, my good friend Peter,
had passed away. There will be a Funeral Service for Peter this coming Monday
May 13th at Gutterman’s Funeral Home In Rockville Centre.
Funeral service will begin at 10am, visitation with the family begins at 9am.
Shiva will be 1 to 4pm and again at 5pm. Peter was a sweetheart, always with
a joke and a laugh.
I can’t believe that
we’ve lost another one from ‘The Club.’”
1976 - Paul Giarmo - Football
Fanatic
Writes Paul - “Dear Art, I was surprised 😮 to read
that Wheatley even had a fight song, because during my years on Bacon Road I
don't recall ever hearing of one. Then again, it was the '70's, and that
explains many things…..LOL. And three different versions, no less!
Peter Siegel (1966),
brought up an interesting point about our 1965 football team. He is
absolutely correct about our gridiron 🏈 greats only scoring one touchdown in 8 games,
which got me to thinking, which one of our intrepid Wildcats scored that
touchdown? 🤔. Since I was only a 7-year old "little
Wildcat" at the time, I did a little bit of research and soon uncovered
the answer. And it also solved a mystery for me about a salesperson at a
well-known men's shop in Mineola who was helping me pick out a tuxedo
for the 1976 Senior Prom. He and I started talking about sports and I told
him that I played football for Wheatley. He nodded his head, but never told
me his name or if he had played himself.
Well, as it turned out,
that same salesperson was the Wildcat who scored that lone touchdown in 1965.
His name was Dominick Foresto, and that shop is still there, on Willis Avenue
in Mineola.
Dom's epic 3-yard run
against the Floral Park Knights at Wheatley on Saturday, October 30th, 1965
was a bright spot in a disappointing season. And the PAT (point after
touchdown), Ronald Rapaport (1966) pass from Timothy
Saletan (1966) made it a 19-7 game in the fourth quarter,
which is how it ended. In the 1966 yearbook photo it looks like Mr. Foresto
took some would-be Floral Park tacklers into the end zone with him.
And speaking of our
football greats, I would just like to extend my condolences to the family of
George ‘Dixie’ Howell and to all his teammates on the loss of their captain
and friend.
Finally, I want to give a
‘shout out’ to my old friend, Rob (Robbie’) Yaffe (1982). Our two families
were next door neighbors for decades on Valentine Drive, from 1965 to
the 2000's. Good to hear from you, Rob. Paul ‘Spirit of '76’ Giarmo.”
1980 - Bob Koenig - Man of Many
Passions
Retired postal worker brings his zest for culture to
the civic groups of Levittown
1965 (Nancy Gittleson Hodson) - “The Wheatley website has over the years been an
invaluable source of good news and bad, and some great memories.”
1965 (Malcolm Dobrow) - Thank you for putting it all together.”
1965 (Jeffrey Orling) - “Art, Thanks! Another great read. You're the best. Jeff”
1966 (Alison Kent Bermant) -
“What a labor of love the
Newsletter is. Everyone is so grateful for all your work.”
1967 (Jill Simon Forte) - “Thanks for another smile with memories 😊😊😊☮️.”
1970 (Cameron Kane) - “Thanks for your work keeping us up to date, Art!”
1971 (Dan Wolf) - “Thanks for all your efforts with the Newsletter.”
1983 (Annie O’Hara) - “Thanks for all you do!”
Writes a friend - “The suite of opportunities to reunite and
engage in activities with Wheatley alumni is fantastic! It could be a
template for a how-to guide on keeping a community connected. I also
enjoyed the renditions of the Wheatley Fight Song.”
That’s it for The Wheatley School
Alumni Association Newsletter # 150. Please send me your autobiography
before someone else sends me your obituary.
Art
Arthur Fredericks Engoron, Class of 1967