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By Robin Jovanovich

Things started to go wrong last fall, and I’m not referring to the unpleasantness the first Tuesday in November. But right after Election Day, the station wagon piled high with treasured belongings over a 40-year marriage and the detritus of a lifetime, we ventured north to another home with more bookshelves than anyone else would want and the next chapter.

Like most stories, it begins on a hopeful note. We two seniors had pulled it off: we’d moved into smaller, more affordable quarters; we still had some spring to our step, after months of packing, shredding, recycling, hauling, and carrying several thousand books and boxes of “Things to Do Some Year.”

But when on a trip back to the old house, I paused long enough to listen to the 31 new messages. The one I responded to was from my oldest and dearest friend, whose voice I’d barely recognized. “You sound like one of the Munchkins in the ‘Wizard of Oz,’” I said cheerily. My friend Jean Miller, who’d been diagnosed with Stage 4 lung cancer close to five years earlier but had decided to live a lot longer because she knew there were so many of us who depended on her, had decided to end all treatment.

I was able to spend three days with Jean in San Diego — she still looking like a 1940s movie star, even in a hopelessly fashioned turban, me at the foot of her bed, jet- and moving-lagged — and somehow we covered everything. One afternoon she asked me to help make a list of all the jewelry in her safe and dresser drawers. There was a good story for every one, especially the ones she’d bought at junk and antique shops we’d frequented in our heyday.

She was trying to make the right decisions about which pieces to leave to her sister, her daughters and granddaughters. She didn’t really need my help; she instinctively always made the right decisions.

On the red-eye flight back, squashed in between two oversized passengers, I tried counting all the things I needed to do when I got home — including put the earrings Jean and I had had made many moons ago, along with my grandmother’s platinum and diamond bracelet, in a safe deposit box.

But other things on the list intervened. The birth of a granddaughter, Jean’s funeral, the kids wanting to buy one of our houses.

Another call. My younger sister sounded upset. If I wanted to say goodbye to her mother (my stepmother), I needed to be on a plane to Florida. I’d seen my stepmother at Christmas and we’d all remarked on the strides she’d made since suffering a stroke two years earlier. Hannah was still full of life — funny, curious, and kind — despite not being able to stand up.

There was no funeral in February, but the whole family took a sunrise walk on Juno Beach. My three Florida nephews didn’t go to school that day and we found lots to talk about. A snowstorm delayed my return and gained me another memorable day and hours of shell collecting with my sister-in-law.

In late June, we’re all headed to Long Island for a celebration of Hannah’s life and what would have been our father’s 100th birthday.

A few weeks ago, I was looking through my dresser drawers at the jewelry my stepmother had given me over the years and put a few pieces aside to give my sister for her birthday in April.

My heart has been heavy these past few months, but I found new resolve to do better as a sister, aunt, sister-in-law, mother-in-law, now that I was The Oldest Person in My Family.

But I do know people even older than me, and I look at them admiringly every day.

It was while we were out to dinner with one of them, whose wife died after a long battle with cancer, that burglars broke into our new home and removed every piece of jewelry given to me by my father, my mother, my wonderful grandmother, my smart grandmother, my first serious boyfriend, my husband, my sisters, my friends.

I leave the house every day wearing the watch chain left to me by my father, the cocktail ring that my father gave my mother that my older sister miraculously recovered from our mother’s estate, a ring Peter bought me when we were in Scotland in the 1980s when we didn’t have a farthing to spare, and a diamond and sapphire band to match that I bought with Jean in the late 1980s.

My engagement ring, which Peter had reset and refashioned for a big anniversary is gone, along with his grandmother’s wedding band. So is the charm bracelet my dad started for me when I was 8 to memorialize all the things we jointly loved — cats, Bermuda, tennis. For my 16th birthday, my stepmother, who was only 13 years my senior, added a go-go dancer charm so I’d always remember the day we were stopped on a Manhattan street and asked to be go-go dancers.

When I open my dresser drawers every morning, they still sparkle with memories. And I still have my dancing shoes.

By Stephanie Hammer

Our family had always talked about adopting a dog, but we never felt the time was right or that we were really up for the challenge of training a dog. But when our two oldest were both headed off to college last fall (Mackenzie as a senior and JP as a freshman), we thought it would be the perfect time to add a new member to our family. Our youngest son Ben was really going to miss his siblings and having a dog around would provide company and companionship. We were ready. 

Ben took on the role of lead rescue dog researcher and quickly discovered that there are many animal rescues and shelters in our area. The site that appealed most to Ben was the SPCA of Westchester in Briarcliff Manor, a “no-kill” shelter founded more than one hundred years ago, in 1883. 

The Westchester SPCA website featured countless pictures of cats and dogs available for adoption and after viewing all of the different pets, Ben fell in love with one dog in particular and immediately begged us to take him to the shelter. The dog Ben had fallen for, named “Snoop,” had arrived a few days earlier as part of a rescue mission from the Cayman Islands. At the time of our visit Snoop was still under observation and not available for viewing with the other dogs. But when Ben asked about meeting Snoop because he just had a feeling about the dog being the right one, the volunteers kindly let us all meet him and we knew immediately that we had found our newest family member. Snoop was meant to be our dog, no question about it. 

Snoop enjoys life in Rye to the fullest — he particularly likes walking down Purchase Street and playing with the other dogs at Playland Beach. We simply cannot imagine life without Snoop.

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Ben and Snoop

Stephanie and Mike Hammer with Snoop

Photos courtesy of Geoff Tischman

In recognition of Women’s History Month, the Mamaroneck Artists Guild will host a panel discussion of five women artists who represent a broad range of work and consider advocacy for the arts in their communities an essential part of their work.

Judith Weber, a mosaic artist and product designer, is president of the board of the Clay Art Center in Port Chester.

Tova Snyder is a muralist who has produced large-scale murals on buildings in the Bronx, and public commissions for Port Chester, as well as for the MTA Arts for Transit Program.

Painter Hilda Green Demsky is a Fulbright Fellow, National Endowment for the Arts Fellow, and a recipient of the Andy Warhol Residency Award. She is a member of the Mamaroneck Artists Guild.

Catherine Latson, an innovative sculptor, constructs imaginative objects with organic materials. Many of her works explore nature and femininity. She has exhibited her work at the Hudson River Museum and the Rockland Center for the Arts and has been featured at the Transform Gallery in New York City.

Sculptor Vinnie Bagwell has produced numerous large-scale bronze sculptures celebrating African-American, Hispanic, and Native American history. She is currently producing a series of large-scale bronze sculptures for the Enslaved Africans rain garden on the Yonkers Waterfront.

Sarah Coble, a sculptor and educator who maintains a studio in YOHO, will moderate the discussion on March 12, which runs from 4-6. The Guild is located at 126 Larchmont Avenue in Larchmont. For information, visit www.mamaroneckartistsguild.org or call 834-1117.

In recognition of Women’s History Month, the Mamaroneck Artists Guild will host a panel discussion of five women artists who represent a broad range of work and consider advocacy for the arts in their communities an essential part of their work.

Judith Weber, a mosaic artist and product designer, is president of the board of the Clay Art Center in Port Chester.

Tova Snyder is a muralist who has produced large-scale murals on buildings in the Bronx, and public commissions for Port Chester, as well as for the MTA Arts for Transit Program.

Painter Hilda Green Demsky is a Fulbright Fellow, National Endowment for the Arts Fellow, and a recipient of the Andy Warhol Residency Award. She is a member of the Mamaroneck Artists Guild.

Catherine Latson, an innovative sculptor, constructs imaginative objects with organic materials. Many of her works explore nature and femininity. She has exhibited her work at the Hudson River Museum and the Rockland Center for the Arts and has been featured at the Transform Gallery in New York City.

Sculptor Vinnie Bagwell has produced numerous large-scale bronze sculptures celebrating African-American, Hispanic, and Native American history. She is currently producing a series of large-scale bronze sculptures for the Enslaved Africans rain garden on the Yonkers Waterfront.

Sarah Coble, a sculptor and educator who maintains a studio in YOHO, will moderate the discussion on March 12, which runs from 4-6. The Guild is located at 126 Larchmont Avenue in Larchmont. For information, visit www.mamaroneckartistsguild.org or call 834-1117.

By Bill Lawyer

For many years the street lights along Playland Parkway worked intermittently at best. And the lights along the parkway access roads didn’t work at all.

The main result of these dysfunctionalities was a dangerous situation for vehicles and pedestrians alike at the four intersections of the access road: Theodore Fremd Avenue; Theall Road; the entrance to WESTMED, where cars come off and on the parkway to the access road; and Old North Street.

The risk of accidents at these intersections was especially high in the winter months, when early sunsets made visibility difficult during evening traffic rush hours. In addition to vehicular accidents, the risk of harm walking to/from WESTMED to the bus stop on Theodore Fremd was increased by the lack of a functioning sidewalk.

Finally, in the fall of 2015, the County approved two significant and related work projects, totaling $2.8 million. The first was $1.1 million for construction of a sidewalk and improved roadway access for the access road. The second was $1.7 million for a completely new set of streetlights with LED bulbs.

The County’s engineering staff projected that the efficient lighting would lower the County’s electric bills annually by $7,350. Another benefit of the new lights along Playland Parkway is reducing the risk of auto-deer accidents, which historically have been a major problem due to poor visibility along the parkway.

Part of the impetus for getting the project underway was the County’s agreement with Standard Amusements to improve infrastructure related to Playland.

The project went out to bid June 3, 2016. Work started shortly after the contract was awarded. The project was completed late last fall.

There are 39 poles, and the lights, which come with a five-year warranty, are 162 watts each. Deputy County Parks Commissioner Peter Tartaglia says the type of light bulbs selected provide the most brightness coverage of any of the ones considered. He told the paper his department has received many positive comments about the new lighting.

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New sidewalk on Playland Access Road

The new lighting above Playland Parkway

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