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David Laurence Lande reports the very sad news that Barry Goldsmith died on the sidewalks of Fresh Meadows of a massive heart attack. From Laurence..."He was the brilliant pianist who wowed the kids at the 1965 talent show with his playing of classical music....He was part of my soul and always involved in my life. He lived 2 blocks away. He had almost no friends at 173, as they regarded him as an odd genius....He made major friends in High School of Performing Arts and at college.......Doctorate of piano, taught music and piano at Queensbourgh Community College.....was teaching right up to the Easter break."
Barry Goldsmith was talent it was our loss that we did not see that at PS 173. We were children and had no idea of the hurt we made him endure if for nothing else the way we laughed at his playing the desk even though we did know he had a special talent. Yes I do remember barry playing the desk as if it was a piano. As children we all thought it was odd but he was a far better person than most of us. He was never distracted from his Music and not hearing it any longer is our loss. Barry please forgive me for not being a friend when you needed one.
Rest in Peace
Survived by husband Steven Kleiman, children Michael and Rachael Teitel, Step-children David and Carolyn Kleiman and Matthew Kleiman, parents Elaine and Leonard Karpel, sister Anne Freilich, brother and sister in law Jeffrey and Marcy Karpel.
Sharon was very special to me. You see I was in love with her since the 4th grade and never stopped. I remember going over to her house on 68th drive and watching West Side Story with her family. I just saw that she passed and I am trulty Heart broken. Be at Peace girl of my dreams
Claudia was a fine person she always mad time for friends and had socials (parties) for her friends where we listened to the Beatles. Funny how even years later we remember the things that made us smile Claudia did just that.
With heavy hearts, we share that Eric Mandelbaum passed away suddenly on October 4th following a brief illness and lifelong battle with type 1 diabetes. He was 64 years old.
Eric was Maddy’s best friend and partner for over 35 years, and a devoted father to their children, Jennifer and Jeremy.
We are struggling to process this shocking turn and appreciate all the love and support you continue to show us as we grieve the loss of a caring husband, father, son, brother, uncle, cousin, and friend.
A celebration of Eric’s life will take place on Saturday, October 13th in the Manchester, NH area. We will update this post with the time and location early next week. At this memorial, we welcome anyone who knew Eric to share their memories of him.
Jeffrey Schaire, a former editor in chief of Art and Antiques magazine, died on Monday at his home in Manhattan. He was 41.
The cause was AIDS, said his sister, Paula.
Mr. Schaire was born in Fresh Meadows, Queens. He graduated from the State University College at Binghamton and earned a master's degree in English literature from the University of British Columbia in Vancouver. After working at Farrar, Straus & Giroux and at Harper's magazine, he joined Art and Antiques in 1983, and became editor in chief in 1987.
Under his guidance, the magazine invited M. F. K. Fisher, D. M. Thomas, John Updike, Pete Hamill and others to write on art, and broke the story of Andrew Wyeth's unknown "Helga" paintings. After resigning in 1992, Mr. Schaire served briefly as editor of Body Positive, a magazine for those infected with the H.I.V. virus.
In addition to his sister, of San Francisco and Manhattan, he is survived by a brother, Scott, of Atlanta
My closest friend for many years was Jeff Schaire, dear, brilliant crazy Jeff, who died in 1995 when I was pregnant with my son Jack. We were indeed close. One morning, he called me at 2AM to tell me that he was likely to be on the front page of the New York Times (for a newly discovered cache of Andrew Wyeth paintings - a story Jeff broke which Wyeth had given him personally). The only way his story would get bumped was if then President Reagan's colonic polyp was cancerous. Fortunately the presidential polyp was benign, and Jeff made it to the front page - the first time Jeff had ever wished Mr. Reagan well.. Jeff turned his love of art to great success in the art and antiques world. He became the editor of Arts and Antiques, and used it as an organ to express his beautifully written thoughts about everything and anything. I still have one of his pieces, a lovely reminiscence of his father written after his (father's) death in 1989, in the January 1990 edition of Arts and Antiques. Jeff's father, born Heinrich Szajewicz, was a survivor of Auschwitz who could fix anything, hated to talk about his past, and never spoke of it with bitterness. He was a cipher to me - and to Jeff: "Where were you during the war?" we would ask him. "Vell, first I vas here, den I vas there" he would reply. His native tongue was a mystery to all of us. He spoke a unique version of mittel europa broken english. Jeff and I were sure that he spoke Polish, but when his Polish cousins came over to visit, they assured us that Polish was not his mother tongue. Jeff and I used to drink martinis together on Saturday night, then rise early on Sunday to hit the 6th Avenue flea markets, of which he was a habitue. We traveled together to Europe and South America. Due to his impeccable writing skills, my various applications (college, med school etc.) met with remarkable (and unexpected) success. I loved Jeff, he was the most interesting man I ever knew, and I miss him terribly. His picture, holding a glass eye, hangs in my living room. He is buried in the lovely Green River Cemetery in East Hampton, next to many of the artists, about whom he wrote so eloquently.
Holly B. Zink Miller of Dogwood Street in Noyac died on Sunday at the Hamptons Center for Rehabilitation and Nursing in Southampton. She was 58. Her death followed treatment for pneumonia at Southampton Hospital, her family said.
Ms. Miller was described by her family as a mother and homemaker with a loving, generous spirit. She was an extraordinary cook, they said, and enjoyed sharing her baking and chocolate-making talents with her loved ones, especially during the many memorable celebrations she hosted at home.
She was born on Nov. 16, 1954, in Fresh Meadows, Queens, to Frederick Zink and the former Isabelle Kurajian, both of whom died before her. She attended Francis Lewis High School in Fresh Meadows and then Queens College.
Ms. Miller is survived by her husband, James T. Miller, with whom she moved to Noyac about 20 years ago. Their son, Gregory Paul Miller, is the proprietor of the Sag Harbor Service Station and Harbor Heights Fuels, which is also in Sag Harbor.
She was “like a mother” to Nadia Covey, the mother of her grandson, Gregory Paul Miller Jr., who was born in February, her son said.