In Memory

Martin Packin

Marty was born February 2, 1946, and died May 17, 2016. He was living in Coconut Creek, FL (Broward County).

Information was confirmed, independently, by Judy Steinberg (Eisman) and Howard Linker. Thank you.

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Rich Galen's Tribute to Marty

Thursday, May 26, 2014

http://www.mullings.com/05-26-16.htm

 

  • I need a day off from politics.This is a sad column tumbling headlong toward maudlin.It’s about a high school classmate of mine named Marty Packin.If you want politics today, scroll down to the Lad Link.Reed will fill that role solo today.

  • I graduated from high school in 1964.If you missed my 50th Reunion column you can read it http://bit.ly/247MFnq. I just read it again.It’s pretty good.

  • Marty was also a member of the West Orange Mountain High School class of ’64.He had grown up with most of the people we graduated with.Had been there through the grammar school, junior high, and high school years.

  • I joined that particular club when I was a junior in high school, our family having relocated from Long Island to Northern New Jersey.I was the new kid.

  • I was a pretty good guitar player in those days.So was Marty.We teamed up and sang the songs of our day:Dylan.Peter, Paul and Mary.Kingston Trio.

  • We weren’t revolutionaries.We were – for the most part – a group of upper middle class Jewish kids who were enjoying the benefits of post-World War II and post-Korea America, but not yet having to make the life or death decisions that would come with Vietnam.

  • Marty went to Long Island University – LIU.I went, as you might have heard, to Marietta College, Marietta, Ohio 45750.We both lasted about three semesters.

  • The principal difference was, instead of going to class, I practiced playing the guitar five hours a day.Instead of going to class, Marty found out about marijuana.

  • I smoked Chesterfields.Marty smoked Pot.

  • I quit smoking anything in 1981.Marty graduated to heroin, and God knows what else.

  • I went back to college.Marty went on the road.For decades.An itinerant troubadour playing the small motels and clubs around the country.He rode from appearance to appearance by bus.

  • If he ran out of money, he would hitchhike to the next gig.

    Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train

  • Some years ago, he got tired of the road.

  • His mom and dad had left him a small condo in Broward County, Florida so he made his way there and moved in.

  • He couldn’t hold down a job.Actually, I’m not at all certain he wanted to hold down a job.

  • He never had any money.He had to scramble doing favors for his neighbors to get $10 or $20 in tip money to make it to his next Social Security check.

  • A bunch of us chipped in to buy him a ticket from Florida to that 50th reunion in New Jersey.He got arrested for smoking in the lavatory on the plane, but his astonishing charm got him off the hook and to the reunion.

  • He never complained about his plight.He knew it was the path he had chosen. We communicated via text. He didn’t want to use his cell phone because his minimalist plan allowed him so few talk minutes.

  • Marty was known in high school as the last person to get the punch line.The conversation would have moved along two or three topics down the road before Marty would clap his hands, throw back his head, and roar with laughter – about something someone had said four minutes earlier.

  • Same with texts.He would howl about something I’d written to him four or five texts before.

  • He wasn’t embarrassed by that. He was like a five-year-old opening a present.

  • Maybe that was it.Marty never got beyond looking for that feeling of a five-year-old opening a present.

  • Tuesday afternoon, the news flew around the Mountain High School class of ’64.Myles called Howard.Howard called Steve. I called Merrill. Merrill called Alan.Lynne called Marla.Mark called Lloyd.And so on.

  • No one called Marty.He had died.

  • Alone.In a condo he had inherited from his dad.

  • I didn’t know Prince Nelson, but I knew Marty Packin.

  • I know I should miss them equally, but I won’t.I’ll miss Marty a lot more.

    Feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues

    Good enough for me and Bobby McGhee.

  • On the Secret Decoder Ring page today: A link to a live performance of “Bobby McGhee” by The Highwaymen:Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, and Kris Kristofferson who wrote the song.

    A very smart take by The Lad (@ReedGalen) on why people my age should say “Thank you, and good night” and  leave the political stage.

    The Mullfoto is topic appropriate. Me and Marty playing our guitars in high school.

Here is a composite of the photo Rich refers to and two others provided by Merrill

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05/28/16 12:10 PM #6    

Harv Sarch

      So sad to hear this today! I taught Marty the guitar in high school and gave him regular weekly lessons for a while. He loved to play. He later asked me to back him up when he got a chance to do a showcase at the World Famous Stone Pony in Asbury Park, where The Boss got his start. He was in seventh heaven then, and I'm certain there now. God Bless! My sympathies to his family and friends.

Harv 6String Sarch


05/29/16 12:03 PM #7    

Arthur Rubin

Seems like Marty's death brought out lots of thoughtful feelings in people. To me he was fun, different, likable and ,as Mark said, imbued with good will. I did not continue contact with him after HS and in talking with him at the re-union, I was struck by how much he seemed like the same guy. In HS I did not recognize the 5 second delay Rich mentioned but I did at the reunion. Maybe I had the same delay but lost it somewhere along the way. Sounds like Marty really did change less than others, likely that’s the way it had to be, and maybe that’s a great thing.

 

Art


05/29/16 08:55 PM #8    

Ed Czekaj

Very sad to hear of the passing of Marty. In looking through the yearbook I see he was Homeroom President, active in sports, and we all know he was a fun loving kid with a great smile and laugh.  Another part of our family gone but not forgotten. Rest in peace.


05/29/16 08:58 PM #9    

Marlene Cooper (Grad)

It's so very said to learn that Marty passed away   My condolences to his family and close friends 

My wish for all is to stay healthy  and be safe always  I cherish our great years together and always look forward to seeing you   My best to all   Marlene

 


05/30/16 01:15 PM #10    

Myles Schlank

UPDATE 06/01/2016 with additional tributes from Carol Ardizzone, Jeff Simon, and Allen Horn.
Carol Ardizzone (Steinbacher) (05/31/16, 9:41 PM)

I was in NJ two weeks ago and went by the Stone Pony. Listening to your heartfelt remembrances of Marty, I share this picture in his honor. His path in life may have been turbulent, but he evidently had a number of true friends and left a caring legacy.  May he have true peace.

 

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Allen Horn (05/31/16, 1:46 PM)

Just about two years since we re-connected for our 50th reunion.

Does not feel like 52 years since we all began our separate paths towards Adulthood.

It was about this time that I reached out to some of you and mentioned that one of our brothers would NOT be in attendance unless we provided transportation and lodging for him  We “collectively" chipped in and brought Marty up from Florida so he could participate to our celebration.

I am so glad we thought of that, particularly in light of what has recently transpired.

Marty was one of my close friends in Junior HS, he performed on stage at my Bar Mitzvah, singing and entertaining our guests on a Sunday evening at the late Green’s Hotel, located on sunny Pleasant Valley Way in West Orange. Marty was extremely talented, he provided a combination of warmth, talent, a sense of humor, and compassion that WE ALL can relate to even after all these years of going on our own separate paths.

I spent many a day at his house sharing in the meaning of GROWING UP. We talked about everything from A-Z and back. It was so much fun.

This has been a challenging year for us OLD-TIMERS in the making. Dana, Larry Brill, and now Packin. It has been a reality check for me.

All last week since receiving your call Myles (thank you very much) I have attempted to format in my mind what to say.  Never mind, so many of you have eloquently framed the conversation, that what I feel has already been expressed.

Certain individuals leave a lasting impression and Marty was one of them. Just this past weekend I attended the Indy 500 and while watching the racers sped by could not help but reflect on all our conversations which went “around and around” over and over again.

We ALL had the good fortune to be a “band of Brothers/Sisters” in our years in West Orange. I consider myself lucky to have been able to share those times together with each and every one of you and with Marty’s passing remind myself to take nothing for granted.

YOU will be missed.

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Jeff Simon (05/30/16)

My one Marty story is about the singing group Jeff Wagner, Marty and I had in high school. I can't remember who else was in that group, maybe Steve Hyman (?) I don't remember (does anyone want to admit it?) but we performed at one Assembly, at least. Our signature song was the Tokens "Lion Sleeps Tonight" While the rest of us sang "Wee-ooh wim-o-weh. Wee-ooh wim-o-weh" - or some such gibberish -the lion sleeps tonight."  Marty was singing the high notes (I know you're all singing it in your heads now). Our other song was "Tonite, Tonite" by the Mellowkings.  Hum a few bars. 
 

We debuted at the Mountain Crest Swim Club, having convinced the social director to give us a shot. Their teens were assembled for a poolside gathering and we went on stage. We got heckled, end of show. End of story. End of my musical career. Glad to hear Marty had more gumption, and apparently more talent. 

Love to all. 

Jeff

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David Belfiore (05/28/2016, 10:23 PM)

In the past days I have learned a lot about Marty, I didn't really know him that well, so I appreciate all the stories.

Rest in peace Marty. 

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Howard Linker (05/28/2016, 7:11 PM)

When Myles personally called me to deliver the bad news about Marty, I was heartbroken. Myles knew of our relationship he couldn't have emailed or texted me this news and for that I was grateful..

Simply put he was my best friend, period. I was closer to Marty then I was with my own brother, Douglas. If we didn't talk during the school day we chatted that night two or three times.  Always laughing and being silly he saw the world in his own unique way and I went along for the ride. I cherished him...

I have endless memories covering our 50 year friendship here's a special one I think you'll agree.

Not many people know that he was one of the first to recognize and tout this unknown musical talent he found at the Stone Pony in Asbury Park, NJ.  Maybe some of you recognize the name, Bruce Springsteen.

Not only did he know him they actually became friends. He attended more than one concert at the request of Springsteen who was grateful for Marty's favorable review at a time when he needed exposure.

I have more memories then I have space here. I never judged him I disagreed with his life style and choices but they were his choices and he lived his life. Maybe not the best of life but it was his life.

I have this image of him strumming his guitar and entertaining all those above in the pearly white gates..and you know what, he was great.

Rest in Peace my friend I love you

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Myles Schlank (05/28/2016, 04:23 PM)

In high school Marty and I started calling each other by our dad's names (but in reverse: he was Edwin, and I Sol). He reminded me of this at the reunion (wish I'd ask him why...  he'd have remembered). We swapped stories about our dads. It left a warm feeling, as if they were still with us.

Also at the reunion, I reminded Marty how one day outside his house, when he was playing guitar and singing, he lamented not getting a good grade in history. I suggested "why don't you put the lessons to music" (he could memorize lyrics after one listen-to)? I laughed in the retelling since I could hear my dad's voice rather than mine, giving Marty that very practical, unrequested, advice.

Another story about grades and Marty's agile mind: Marty's dad must've been concerned Marty might not get into college due to his senior math test scores so he hired one of our classmates to tutor Marty. After a session or two, the tutor reported back to say that while it was true Marty didn't get the proofs right, he had figured out another way to arrive at the correct answer.

Several of you have referred to Marty's writing talent. Marty began writing a novel about many of his exploits including those with his closest, more colorful, Mountain friends (not me). The aliases would have been transparent to any of us but not to outsiders. He shared a draft with more than a few of us. Wish he'd have finished it.

A toast to Marty!  A genuinely good person. Another one, to all of us!

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David Charnack (05/28/2016, 12:09 PM)

It's been wonderful reading all of the emails about Marty from our classmates. My experience of Marty in the past few years was that he was quite content with the life he led. Matter of fact, several years before our 50th reunion I had a phone conversation with him where I listened to him and indicated at one point that I was sympathetic to his circumstances. At the reunion he told me that he was hurt that I expressed that because he didn't feel that way about his life. So, despite what we might feel about his lifestyle Marty appeared to be content with the choices he made. As far as Marty was concerned he was living the dream. He did have friends that helped him out from time to time but I don't think he made excuses for himself or had any regrets. 

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Alan Grandis  (05/28/2016, 10:32 AM)

All,

I have not taken the opportunity to contribute to the terrific communication outlet that Myles has provided us with.

Marty's passing, however, prompted me to also take a shot at expressing some thoughts. I didn't know Marty well but the memories I do have were of a smiling, laughing, really nice guy prone to pulling off the occasional practical joke. Marty, rest in peace. 

I have enjoyed the reunions and have attended most of them. Rich has talked about being the "new kid" at Mountain. I was as well having moved to WO before 10th grade. I was younger than most of the class having come from NY which had a later cut off date for each grade. Add to that I was somewhat introverted and an overall late bloomer. I made some good friends but certainly was not part of that '60s version of the in crowd. I later (in college) became very friendly with Allen Horn and it is always great to see him and his wife, Ronni (my wife of almost 47 years' name is Ronnie, WOMHS class of 68, so together we are Alan and Ronnie, and Allen and Ronni). 

Anyway, our growing up experience in WO was certainly insulated and as we know occurred before the turbulence of the later '60s. WO in our time was a homogenous and not at all diverse (Jewish, Italian mostly with a smattering of Irish and others) community. Despite this I believe that our parents and teachers (most of them) did instill some positive values that allowed us to cope well with our college years and after. Marty from what I have read, may have been the exception and it hurts us all. 

Now 52 years after our graduation, I am a happy camper (healthy, still jogging) and I am particularly happy that I was a late bloomer (allows me to pass for a younger age). By most measures I have been successful (especially when it comes to my great kids and grandkids). 

And, I am proud to be a member of the Class of 64. We really are a special group of people. I wish everyone happiness, good health, and peace. 

Thanks

Alan

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Franklin Bell (05/28/2016, 09:57 AM)

     i too, have a very long history with marty.  we share the same birthday...2/2/1946.   also his parents=sandra and sol supposedly made the match for my parents=rae and sid= back in the glory days of newark.   we only lived a few houses away..him on whitman and me on swayze.  we spent a lot of time together in our youth.  marty had a kindness and sincerity about him.  he only want to be liked and fit in.  we were the original "twins"...devito and schwartznagger.  we certainly laughed a lot  .marty loved to play basketball..not a bad jump shot, but his true love was music and he majored in partying.  we drifted apart after college but reunited later when i moved down to the jersey shore in my early 30's  .he was a talented writer.  he wrote for the asbury park press as a music and entertainment critic.  he loved his music and he still loved to party.  we again drifted a part.  the last time i saw marty was right before the 50th reunion.  he was living in florida as was i.  life was tough and difficult for him..but, he did not complain.  he looked as if he had a hard life, but we talked about our glory days of the past and for 2 hours with him, it was all so real again.  rest in peace my friend..i will miss you..i will always love you...and i will always be your "twin"

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Mark Gersh (05/28/2016, 06:17 AM)

Thoughts about Marty Packin were quite emotional from his close friends, especially the emotions revealed by the creative and erudite author of Mullings, Rich Galen.

I am writing from a slightly different perspective. Marty and I were always friendly, but not close friends. However he was the 2nd person I met after migrating from Queens to West Orange, during the incipient stages of Junior High School.  A few of his close friends, especially Lloyd Levenson, were more impactful in my life.

What I am expressing here is that Marty was one of the few classmates, especially at such a young age that was imbued with good will, no malice, the best of intentions, but perhaps a bit frustrated, as anyone in their adolescent days can feel. That certainly includes me. 

Seeing him during our freshman year in college, I detected that he yearned for the more tranquil days of growing up in a close-knit environment, that most of us knew as Pleasantville. For me, life has been a challenging and productive evolution, with a few mishaps but speedy ascents. I only wish I had known him better, to offer an ear, if nothing else. Perhaps that impact is an exaggeration. Linker Galen DeWitt and many others seem to have been there for him. Some have commented on how drugs tarnished his life and have abbreviated his life expectancy. Perhaps it did. Most likely, the travails of financial issues and an uncertain future were also deeply troubling.

Having said all that, he was universally well liked, much more respected than he knew. and a treasure in the pantheon of growing up in West Orange.

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Ron Farber (05/26/2016, 06:26 PM)

Very sad to hear of Marty's passing.  He was basically a very sweet, nice guy.  T'was interesting seeing him at the reunion two years ago.   Do hope he was able to find some real happiness during his later years.

Thanks Merrill for sharing his words and  Rich Galen for your comments and in doing so, revealing some of Marty's life experiences some of us (moi) did not know about.

Like many, I too have some fond memories of Marty.  Like waiting in front of Lincoln Jr. H.S. before 8am for the doors to open.  He'd be there singing one of the new pop hit tunes of the day.  He literally always had a song in his heart.  And many of us spent the summers of our youth at Cabana Club.  Marty was such a key member of that group.  

R.I.P.  eternal songman!

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Merrill DeWitt (05/26/2016, 09:07 AM)

Anyone who has been friends with Marty can't help but remember him with a smile on their faces. Who else could get so high and wake up the next morning and can't find his lower dentures. Marty was one of a kind who even after all drugs he had consumed had a memory second to none. Having a conversation with Marty was always a fun ride down memory lane. We spent so much time laughing at the stupid things we did as kids. The reason he rarely had any minutes left on his Obama phone was that he would start talking about someone and end up a half hour later with someone 20 people removed from the original person. I will miss seeing him on my annual trip to FL. We always went to Applebeys for Happy Hour. I think that was the only place he knew near his home. It was recently after Dana passed that he remarked to me that he was amazed after all of the drugs had consumed he had lived this long. How ironic. Believe it or not, Marty was a great writer, a talent he sadly wasted. However, he did develop the text lingo and I thought I would share the last batch of texts I got from him which I admit do not understand all but gives you a little insght into his mind. If any of you have funny Marty Packin stories please share.

A Brave Dumb World. That's how SoFlo residents awoke. The crawl on NBC4 - Ft Laud/Miami - reads: 'Good Morning. Today is Tueday'. No s. Nice! Such is common.

Now c y Trump winning.

OK. I set couple of Jeopardy records 2nite. 1. Largest Jep win ever   recorded...Largest Final Jep  wager, 77,600 , recorded and won. Tnx, pals. I always do dis

Luv dis pic. My honeymoon pic.

NCAA March Madness. Luv it. Wichita vs Miami rite now on CBS. Weird 1st half. M was kickin ass. Den W went on 12-0 run! Luvin it!

Look out. Here cum da Shockers!

Amazing game!

Now Duke-Yale! Wot a great day.

Later IA vs KY

Mazin day

Havana - Just heard, saw a young Cuban choir sing - beautifully, in flawless English - 'The Star Spangled Banner'. And, like Maynard G. Krebs, I got all misty.

Final Jeopardy: In 1872, he wrote 'Diseases of the Teeth'. Den moved west 4 his health. I kicked ass with 32,600 bux. Wot da answer?

Who

Doc Holliday. Wyatt Earp's pal. I read evthing bout em.

be stretched farther den any natural fiber. Name da product. I had 20,200 bux. Bet it all. I beat da winner by 11,800 bux. All 3 contestants got it rite.

Kicked ass on Jeopardy again. 40,400. Final Jep. Category: Textiles. In 1938, a new product came out in U.S. Sed it was unbreakable, tuffer den steel, and cud

Galen 1st sed Silly Putty. Myles? Titanium...Magneto n Titanium Man, great song by Wings, mid-late '70s. Lip gave up chuckles, yuks! Luv u all. U gimme purpose!

Fucking silly season is in full bloom! Security at my door. It's about 4 o'clock. In da fuckin mornin!  I a writer/editor. On da hiway! Net hiway. Clown cop sez

It now appears I'm about 2 be fined and ticketed 4 singin and writin/editin. Red Buttons, standin ankle-deep in da ocean wud beckon: C'mon down, Marty. Bastids!

Dat came out all wrong. Was facetious column. Wrote on fone. 160 characters! 6 pages! Ridic. I got a ticket 4 singing.

Happy 'Angel of Death' Passed Over and Pretty Much -Decimated-Every-Body! Awesome concept. Hail Caesar, etc. Save me sum matza and  butter. K. Let's Dance!

Happy Passover sicko

U 2, amigo

Let's make America hate again. I luv da poorly educated!

Average U.S. household grosses about 47K a year. Not 2 bad, rite?  Except 4 da fact dat theaverage family made about 60 bux more a year in 1991! Absolute truth.

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Ron Lipton  (05/24/16, 7:59 PM)

Very sorry to hear this, I am glad we reconnected at our reunion, he did not seem well to me then and once more we lose a beloved classmate.


05/30/16 03:59 PM #11    

Steve Lipton

Memories of Marty Packin  1946-2016

 

Packin’s parents, Sol and Sandra, were often out on weekend evenings.  And Marty was also among the first to drive.  He always had fun cars.  His dad was in the business.

 

That’s not why or how we became close friends, but at that age that usually meant that’s where the party started.  These “parties” consisted of some cheap, warm beer, a few puffs on a cigarette or cigar, maybe a Playboy magazine to look at, followed by vomiting.

 

While Marty was often the smallest in any group he could have the biggest mouth when provoked.  As testament to that I ended up with stitches over my eye because I tried to prevent a confrontation between him and a really big guy from Newark who had tried to crash a graduation party on Porter Road.  I retired from the “Fight Game” 0-1.  (See Ron Lipton for additional boxing info.)

 

His sports prowess was legendary.  I know he believed he could take Dewitt one-on-one in basketball, give Gersh a good game in tennis and could definitely beat Horn in stickball.

 

He was an accomplished journalist.  He played guitar and was a songwriter.  My favorite was “I Wanna Be The Next Rage from Asbury Park”.  

 

My texts with him recently were, as usual, entertaining and witty and long.  (Not as long as the phone calls.)  He never complained that Life had dealt him a bad hand; only that he had been a jerk sometimes.  He recently lost his younger sister, Renee, who was a sweetheart.  I know he felt very much a part of our class. 

 

He had a kind soul.  I will miss him.

 

Steve Lipton

 

P.S.  He could still sing any Top Ten song from 1964.


06/01/16 06:48 PM #12    

Ron Lipton

Memories of Marty Packin:
 
I had to take a make up Mid-Term Biology exam,  I believe Ms. Margolin was my teacher.  I was so consumed with boxing training at the time to my utter shame I did not study enough for it. She arranged for me to take it in study hall.  I sat at one side of the room and I think Mr. Epstein was on duty. 
 
As I was walking in, Marty Packin was walking into study hall with me.  I quickly told him about my dilemma and he said "Don't worry about a thing,  I got you covered."
I said, Are you good with biology, and he said "No, I'm worse than you, but I have the book here."   Now I am more worried than ever.   We tried to sit near each other but Epstein made us sit farther away.
 
I start taking the test and I am stuck but good.   I look up at Marty and I mouth the words, PEAR?,  He mouths the word POME back to me but I don't understand it.  So like Chevy Chase mimicking Jane Curtain and freezing in mid sentence on the old Saturday Night Live show, so he doesn't get caught mocking her,  Marty and me go through this for an hour with him freezing his mouth in mid sentence every time Epstein looks up at him.
 
Little by little our nefarious communique is working but I am laughing my ass off and so is he to the point that Mr. Epstein says loudly in a thundering voice, "What is so funny Mr.Lipton?"    Packin is busting a gut trying not to laugh.
 
So between the two bad boys,  I passed my mid term.
 
Thanks Marty,  I am eternally grateful we both had that bit of mischief in us that day.
 
R.I.P.
 
Ron
 
 
Only in response to Sam,  Stu Goldfadin and Dave Charnack.
 
Bob aka Jason Kedersha and Marty were both my friends.  Bob Kedersha was not any kind of a fighter in any way. He was a very frail person.  When he was picked on I usually took care of it for him.  He never started a fight with anyone but would definitely respond to being picked on first which we all should.
 
I was not there to see that but heard about it afterwards. It was just a down on the ground kid fight from what I heard not a destructive MMA or boxing battle. LOL.   I guess to Marty it was a main event at M.S.G.  
 
Poor Bob could not fight at all and was not an athlete, just a class clown.   They made friends afterward which was good.  
 
I remember Marty coming over to me at a later time and said, "I glad you weren't going to fight me Ron to get me back for the Kedersha thing,"   I told him hell no, it was between you guys alone and it was both your faults plus my cousin Steve would never talk to me again if I knocked you out.   
 
You were picking on him first in gym and he  just stood up for himself  but now  It's over and I am happy you guys made up.
 
He said, "I was worried about that and I am glad we are still friends.  We both laughed and he brought it up at the reunion which surprised me,  but I just smiled at it again.  
 
Both Marty and Bob were not fighters but in those days our prickly adolescent vanity would get the better of us now and then.  I was happy Marty and Bob made friends, same with Dave Charnack.
 
Both poor Marty and Bob fell on the worst of times.  I have not seen or heard from Bob since 1974, I know he changed his name to "Jason." and lives in Eureka California.  Marty and Bob could make me laugh hysterically.
 
 
 
 
 

06/10/16 06:58 PM #13    

Myles Schlank

From Doreen Weinberg (Silecchia) 06/10/2016

     I would like to pass my condolences along to Marty's friends & family. The stories were amazing, I wish I had more to add...

     He was such a nice guy... I remember fixing him up with one of my camp friends...didn't work out. He never let me live it down. His passing is so sad. May he be happy now and rest in peace.

 


06/12/16 01:17 AM #14    

Steven Mozeson

Marty was a friendly creative kid with a good sense of humor, and it was fortunite to share many classes with him over the years. He always had time to listen to my problems with some of our most difficult teachers, and he often broke up our boring classes with most hilarious comments. It was a pleasure to see him once again at the reunion, and I appreciate that several of you went out of your way to bring to bring him there. -Steve Mozeson

 


04/14/18 12:03 PM #15    

Deborah Flax (WOMHS Class Of '68)

frank bells note that marty lost his sister renee.....i was not aware that she died? i went to school with lisa bell aand renee


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