#1 RATED AUTHOR LESLIE K. SIEGEL MEMOIRS OF THE UNITED NATIONS PLAZA NEWEST NOVEL!

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FIRST OF ALL LESLIE SIEGEL WANTS YOU TO READ THIS ARTICLE FROM TIME MAGAZINE WHERE MRS. JOHNNY CARSON TALKS ABOUT THE UN PLAZA!

People Who Live in Glass Houses
Posted Friday, Apr. 25, 1969

"The United Nations Plaza is a building of high achievers," says Joanne Carson. "People who live here are not climbing. They have arrived." The building is United Nations Plaza, a 32-story cooperative apartment complex that hovers above Manhattan and the East River, across the way from U.N. headquarters. The "high achievers" certainly include Joanne's husband Johnny, along with Author Truman Capote, TV Producer David Susskind, Actor Cliff Robertson, Dress Designer Bonnie Cashin and assorted corporation executives. Robert F. Kennedy had a six-room pied-a-terre on the 14th floor. Secretary of State William Rogers' one regret about his duties in Washington is that they keep him away from his six-room suite in U.N. Plaza. "Gee, how I miss that apartment," he says.

As well he might. For 336 families who can afford the price of admission, the U.N. Plaza's twin towers offer the best views in Manhattan. From behind its huge windows (when the wind blows the smog away), residents of "the Compound," as they affectionately call it, can see north to Westchester County, south to New York Harbor and the open ocean beyond, east to Kennedy Airport, and west to the New Jersey Palisades.



Prices range from $75,000 for a one-bedroom apartment up to $275,000 for a nine-room duplex—plus maintenance charges of as much as $2,000 a month. A U.N. Plaza apartment can be a profitable investment; a three-bedroom suite that cost $65,000 in 1966 was sold two years later for $155,000—a profit of 140%.



Services provided for residents are spectacular. Valets, seamstresses, luggage handlers and caterers are on call, and six uniformed security guards patrol the building's hallways and entrances to keep away thieves and party crashers. Tom Shelley, the day desk captain in the cavernous, cathedral-like main lobby, has been described as "a college housemother" and "the equal of the concierge at the Ritz"; he forwards mail and halts newspaper deliveries for absent tenants, and he knows where to rustle up a singing waiter on short notice.

For residents who have their own live-in maids, the seventh floor of each tower is mostly devoted to servants' quarters. There is also a bank, a brokerage house, a playground, a restaurant, doctors', dentists' and lawyers' offices. "It's your own private little Utopia," sighs Joanne Carson. Truman Capote says: "My theory is that you can stay in this building and never leave it. You can go from one dinner to another for a month without duplicating."

Raspberry Tart. Money is the main tie that binds U.N. Plaza residents. Considering the variety of their taste in decor, it seems to be the only tie. An exporter and his wife inhabit an eight-room West Tower penthouse whose walls are completely covered with dark green Vermont marble—giving their apartment a curiously tomblike atmosphere. Capote's apartment features a red-on-red dining room ("Like a hot raspberry tart," he says), and a prominently displayed pink china jar labeled "Opium," which was a housewarming gift from Jacqueline Kennedy.



HERE IS LESLIE SIEGEL'S NOVEL "MEMOIRS OF THE UN PLAZA" WRITTEN BY LESLIE SIEGEL ABOUT THE OSBERG FAMILY WHO LIVED THERE!

LESLIE SIEGEL WROTE MEMOIRS OF THE UN PLAZA ABOUT THE OSBERG FAMILY WHO LIVED AT THE FAMOUS UNITED NATIONS PLAZA CO OPS IN NEW YORK CITY IN THE EARLY 60's and 1970's! LET US ALL KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! ksiegel61@yahoo.com

HERE IS THE NEW NOVEL:

"MEMOIRS OF THE UN PLAZA"

1966 - 1976

By: Leslie Siegel ksiegel61@yahoo.com

By: Leslie K. Siegel

It was a bright sparkling winter morning as the sun rose over the East River with Riverside Drive winding its way around the various scrubby green parks dotting the curbs and streets of the lower East Side of Manhattan! The famous Twin Towers were in foreground gleaming brightly and sparkling in a Countessa setting of diamonds!

Cars, buses and brigades of yellow cabs made their way up 1st Avenue as day overcame the twinkling lights of The Big Apple. And on the opposite end of the WTC’s, facing The Western Front across the street from the United Nations stood two tall, brilliant looking buildings rising up over Tudor City. Not to be confused with the World Trade Center Twin buildings in the distance, The UN Plaza Towers stood alone in all their own gleaming glory!

The UN Plaza Apartments were laid out in two sections – East Tower and West Tower. A red velvet lobby with crystal chandeliers, marble tables and floors was only scratching the surface of this residential opulence. It was, in Eliza’s Osberg’s opinion, “humongous”! 38 floors with each hallway on each floor decorated differently. The sometimes hyper, yet imaginative kid wondered why they didn’t make it an even 40 floors! Maybe that could have been because of the 13th floor, even listed on the elevator panel, where most large buildings in New York City skipped that floor entirely.

Each floor had 6 apartments, most with multiple bedrooms, a den, living room, 6 bathrooms, even a maid’s quarters, kitchen and dining room – the whole nine yards! To the Osberg children it was a huge playground of sparkling crystal and glass. The revolving door was their merry-go-round, the elevators were like fun rides at Disneyland, the hallways were like bowling alleys and the children were gaining quite a reputation for themselves. Other tenants constantly complained about their noise and uproar, their conduct and rabble rousing antics through the cavernous lobby. Usually it was Eliza instigating it in some form!

On the 23rd floor of the UN Plaza Eliza Osberg and her family lived. The tomboyish Osberg oldest daughter sat in her bedroom she shared with her 8 year old sister Glenda that looked out at the General Assembly Room at the famed UN Building. The curly-headed, rambunctious 10 year old looked out staring at the long rows of shiny black foreign delegate cars lining up in front of the UN Rose Gardens. They looked like her brother’s Match Box collection, so small, yet so dignified even from that high up, over 20 stories! The East River glistened in the background, with the George Washington Bridge in the distance picking up the slack for a spectacular view. It was always breathtaking, especially when something big was about to go down at the United Nations, which faced Eliza and Glenda’s bedroom.

Eliza was eagerly joined by her sister and two older brothers Richard and Roy.
Mrs. Osberg loved glamour! That mixed with the need to be different and know she was. Mrs. Osberg was gorgeous; she knew it. Lita was elegant, she knew. The woman who loved wearing all white and mink was outspoken and to the point; everyone around her knew that.

She could carry a conversation on for hours and absolutely lived for being on the telephone. But on the other hand, used to her advantage, her public speaking skills took her to various forums and panels, as well as at parties. In many ways it was rubbing off on Eliza, but more so with Glenda.

Richard was introverted, shy and remote and didn’t say much due to the overbearing but good intentioned way Lita doted on the boy. But it wasn’t all negative… Eliza knew more positive than negative all the Osberg children did! Sometimes, if not most time, it was a picnic!

The Osbergs received the best tables in the restaurants, the best service #1 seats in the theaters and the best rooms in hotels. It was in Mrs. Osberg’s nature to strive for the big things in life. She got it, but not quite like it should have been! But an interesting life for Eliza lay ahead and was destined!

“Something’s going on today,” said Eliza looking out at the great expanse of the city with the East River simmering with tug boats, tour boat company Circle Line and even trash barges sifting back and forth.

Living at the UN Plaza was very exciting and upbeat with gleaming black limos, fancily dressed doormen, immaculate elevator men, glittering celebrities and foreign dignitaries milling around the lobby and grounds, which were sprawling and elegant. ‘Well knowns’ like Johnny Carson, Cliff Robertson and even famed “In Cold Blood” author Truman Capote as well as Senator Robert F. Kennedy along with his family lived in the penthouses on the 38th floor and brushed by Eliza like a normal everyday thing. Eliza even remembered the Senator coming in the elevator and actually meeting her gaze and looking straight at her big feet, probably wondering if she were a boy or a girl! Then when he was assassinated, Eliza then had full eye contact and a conversation with Ethel, who at that time was dressed in all black and heading for her husbands funeral at St. Patrick’s Cathedral, where even Eliza’s mother and grandmother attended. Her father and brothers were upstairs in their dad’s den watching it on t.v. scanning for them in the crowd. Meanwhile Eliza stood transfixed as she said to Mrs. Kennedy, “Don’t worry, everything is going to be okay!”

“I know, Dear,” said Mrs. Kennedy, now a widow, with a single tear making its way down her face! She smiled at Eliza and everyone in the elevator were transfixed for a split second, until the doors opened on the Lobby level and she exited with her entourage in tow as a million and one flash bulbs and camera lights shined on her. Eliza had stayed in the elevator with Juan the operator. The clamor followed Mrs. Kennedy’s exit out the revolving doors and into a big black stretch limo. Eliza rode the elevator with Juan back up to 23, and thanked him. “Do you think Tom will tell?” Asked Eliza speaking of the head front desk man who had been with the UN Plaza since it was built.

“I don’t know, Miss, you know him pretty well!”

“We’ll see, thanks Juan, bye!”

Now Eliza sat on the window sill pondering where Ethel Kennedy and her kids had gone, which later she found out was Virginia, or Cape Cod. As she was thinking about Robert Kennedy, and the day she met him and they had a “moment” in the elevator, a vibrating sound shook the window.

Suddenly, out of nowhere a roaring black helicopter flew by. Glenda’s eyes almost popped out of her skull when she saw it. The youngest Osberg jumped back startled.

Eliza’s family had been living at the sprawling 5 bedroom, 6 bathroom ritzy co-op apartment a few years now. The 4 of them watched out the bedroom window as the Black Hawk helicopter hovered slowly down to the front lawn of the UN and landed. People passed by it as if it was another every day occurrence. As the roaring rotors stopped their twirling a few Secret Service agents flooded the perimeter around the copter. Nothing happened at first. The kids got impatient and had to get ready for school.

“Wait, hang on,” said Eliza. “Just one second!”

The abode 23 flights up was very modern for 1970. The whole apartment was lavish with known paintings by Marc Chagall and assorted French artists on the walls. The other rooms were in order except Eliza and Glenda’s bedroom, which resembled a small tempest with clothes on the floor and toys piled high in the closets and Lego pieces scattered around; Barbie dolls, plastic Indians, and soldiers were littered around the room, but Victor and Lita Osberg could look beyond the mess and could see talent and imagination in both girls churning at the surface.

“Nothing’s happening!” answered Eliza’s older brother Roy. “Who cares anyway?” He jumped off the window sill. Eliza knew that was standard for her older brother, who seemed to lose interest before she or her sister and other brother Richard did. He’d gone back to his bedroom he shared with his brother and was dressing for school. The oldest Osberg sibling attended a different one than his brother and sisters and there was talk about sending him to a ritzy boarding school in Upstate, New York somewhere, which sounded very exciting to Eliza, who sometimes wished she was a boy!

Just then, as Eliza was about to give up herself, the helicopter doors opened and 3 men got out. They surrounded a cloaked figure dressed in black and grey Arab uniform, with his ‘signature’ turban.

“Look, its Arafat,” yelled Eliza, her nose glued to the window.

Gemma, their Jamaican housekeeper breezed in. “Time for breakfast,” said Gemma in a thick West Indies-like lilted accent. She’d been with the Osbergs for almost 3 years and was hired soon after they moved in to the well known UN Plaza Apartments. She had quickly become almost desensitized to the Osbergs constant clamor and energy, which was very high and it wasn’t just stupid kids talking like parrots. They brought up interesting facts, and asked many questions. And not just run of the mill questions… Questions that deserved an honest and long drawn out answer. These kids drew you out of your shell which Gemma had put herself in at first. She retreated by locking her bedroom door at the UN Plaza and watching her t.v. and ignoring them at first. But as the months passed she became very involved with the kids, and that was mostly due to Fern, a very close family friend who cared for them even longer before Gemma had arrived. Not that she was ignoring her duties, she knew how to handle things, and the kids did mind her.

But on the other hand, The Osberg kids treated the hired help at the UN Plaza like pals they met in the schoolyard and that gave them a certain charm to the workers at the UN Plaza. It made working there so much more bearable because the family was so intriguing in so many ways and no one really knew what to make of them sometimes, so that made the job more fun because in the break room they all discussed the Osbergs, and even the service elevator guys got in on the action and it made them feel like a real union or something like that. The kids even joked around with the guy who ran the service elevator. “Hey Dum-Dum,” yelled Glenda and Eliza when they saw him peeking around the corner looking bored. They lit up his world in a funny way, but they were disruptive and the building could not ignore that…But Darrin the doorman could not resist Eliza, and was constantly bantering with her and all the Osberg kids, they were so full of life and news and questions. But how long would management at the UN Plaza put up with it. It all depended on who was on the side of the Osberg’s side! For now the kids came and went and it was actually lonely and quiet like a church when they left, but then they’d clamor back home and Darrin would smile and pretend indifference when he saw Tom the Deskman looking at him from inside the building where he sat at a huge mahogany desk you’d usually see in airports. He could just imagine how her teachers dealt with Eliza…A smile came to Darrin’s lips… His big white teeth were wide and strong. He looked, at that time, like a crooner or army guy from World War II. He’s put in many years at the UN Plaza and would probably always be there for years to come. Tom the desk man had been there since they opened in 1966, and it was amazing how he ran the front lobby, like a clock. He didn’t take any crap.

Eliza attended PS 59, otherwise known as Beekman Hill School. She and her sister and brothers actually for the first time were taking public transportation rather than being picked up by the usual school bus van or limos by the other snooty kids in the building and surrounding area.

As Glenda and Eliza got ready for school they laughed and joked with each other as Gemma went to the kitchen and started breakfast. The apartment itself was immaculate and glamorous. Mrs. Osberg was very particular about her decorators and furniture.

Their Aunt Dorothy decorated their bedroom in shades of orange, black and white. Ripe stripes of color ran above along the upper walls that were wall papered the expensive way. There was bright “orange” wall to wall shag carpeting with the two beds on either side of the bedroom. And of course the Orange bedspreads and white wicker headboards, even a little white wicker elephant used as a nightstand blended interestingly. Some of the furniture in their bedroom was converted from their nurseries; a white wicker rocking chair and a delicate lamp with a statue of a white angel holding up the bulb. Pretty frilly paintings hung on their walls as well as the girl’s own artwork and scribblings.

Both girls dressed and grabbed their book bags, heading for the kitchen where a nice nutritious breakfast of poached eggs, crispy lean bacon, lightly buttered toast and freshly squeezed juice awaited them. Roy and Richard were already at the round glass table chowing down. They all ate heartily and with gusto, but the Osberg children were reared on the ‘salad fork’, and showed much decorum at the dining table, except sometimes Eliza, who acted up and usually got a reprimand.

It was Tuesday morning as their mother Lita Osberg slept like a log in the sprawling master bedroom. Their father Victor Osberg had flown to where he maintained a lace factory in New England and manufactured lace and women’s underwear with no cotton crotch. They were innovated in Victor Osberg’s mind, so he was trying to make them all the rage and that included his daughters wearing them! Lita always wore them, she had them in 3 different colors and designs and didn’t mind that there wasn’t a solid crotch.

Eliza’s father spent 3 days there at his two bedroom apartment, and then he’d rent a seaplane and fly back to New York City for 3 days. He usually rented the smaller plane, but sometimes flew commercial. But when he was gone, the Osberg children ran wild and their mother indulged them with money for Bernie’s Candy Store downstairs in the delegates lobby while she arranged big charity events and fund raisers for certain colleges and organizations! Her resume reads like a “who is who of entertainment”, but like any fired up mother and lady, she also exposed her children to many things that were not on the menu of the other families at their schools and after school centers. But Lita was able to make many friends and occupied herself with family, running seemingly endless shopping errands plus her husbands anal demands to pick up his dry cleaning, have a certain type of dinner or just be ready to go out at the drop of a hat. She, Lita ran the household smoothly and with such formality in her even and electric way!

Victor Osberg took care of them all though and took them to vacation places and Europe with his wife in the summertime while the kids went to 9 week summer camps in Maine. He lavished everything he had on his beautiful, worldly wife Lita! Life was very good at that moment and neither would change a thing. Although, he had to admit that he was a little hard on his wife, her being from that entertainment Broadway crowd, raised by a daddy that indulged her every fancy, he could understand. His Navy background warranted it, so she put up with it, because they loved each other, and had actually met twice before, years ago before the fireworks burst in air. But that is another story. Flash forward and here they were raising a family in the best apartment building on the Lower East Side in the Turtle Bay District. Lita had even attended the famed Julliard School of music which was virtually a stone’s throw from their digs. It was Heaven for Lita, and she indulged her children and encouraged them to read and take up hobbies and take a keen interest in The Arts, Broadway and The Theatre; taking them all to the Nutcracker Suite and all the Christmas and Easter shows at Radio City Music Hall hadn’t hurt them one bit.

Mrs. Osberg got a kick out of buying her girls books on which were loosely based on a little girl named Eloise who roams the halls of The Plaza Hotel. Her family was a bit more retro 1970’s than little French Eloise’s, but the books were fun to read to the kids. In fact, Lita loved to read the books out loud, which her children loved. And when they took the kids to the Plaza Hotel for dinner, there were huge posters of Eloise and everyone kept saying how much little Glenda looked like her, even though it was blatantly obvious that Eloise resembled Eliza more than Glenda.

Eliza was just too hyper for anyone to start to pay too much attention to her thus she would get too energetic, so most times they were trying to hold her down and make her quiet. Deep down inside they all knew Eliza was a special, creative little girl. Maybe with time she would be calmer. Maybe they would one day take Dr. Shipps advice and give her a pill to help her sleep. But then, maybe not.

GEMMA’S ARRIVAL 1969

It was about 6:00 p.m. as the youth center van drove down Riverside Drive. Eliza, her sister Glenda and Brother Richard sat in the back seat. It was winter and as the van zipped in and out of lanes, Eliza’s eyes would bug out on the white, slushy snow speeding by. She was fighting car sickness.

They’d been in Central Park all day, after school. Eliza’s fingers were dirty and just now thawing out from the afternoon’s activities in the park. Lenny, the obnoxious driver was constantly gunning the engine and making the 10 children lurch forward. Some of the ‘diehard’ kids enjoyed it comparing it to riding a fast rollercoaster, but Eliza hated it and it showed on her pale face.

“Are you going to get sick again?” Asked a cute pixy looking black girl sitting a few seats away from Eliza.

“I don’t know, but….” Eliza turned to Lenny. “Can you slow down?”

Lenny quickly gunned the engine again and imitated Eliza… “Can you slow down….Oh,
no, boo-hoo, boo-hoo!”

“Stop it Lenny!”

“Why?” He asked using her voice pattern again and weaving in and out of New York traffic erratically.

“She’s going to be sick, she’s gonna’ lose her cookies,” said another little boy riding in front. Everyone took Len’s cue and began mimicking Eliza.

“Eliza’s gonna’ get sick, she’s gonna loose her cookies!” They made it into a chant and kept it up.

Glenda felt sorry for her older sister and seemed to bare the ride fine and same with the shy and quiet Richard. Roy didn’t go to the youth center because he was at a different school and therefore on a different schedule than the other 3 Osberg
kids.

Everyone on the bus made fun of Eliza. Then Lenny felt guilty and who knew, maybe the kid would complain and he’d lose his job! He saw tears rolling down the curly-headed tomboy’s face.

“Hey,” he said as they approached some traffic. He had to slow down. “Eliza, come up front okay?” He had second thoughts about teasing her when he realized she might even vomit in the back and he didn’t want to spend his Friday evening cleaning the van.

Right in traffic Lenny opened his door, came around to the side hatch and opened it for Eliza. For an instant due to Eliza’s fear of the heavy traffic, her adrenaline pumped up, the nauseous feeling was dissipating for the moment. She wished she could just walk from here!

Lenny made sure she was secured in the front seat as the other kids complained –
“Why does she get to ride in front?”

“Because I said so,” barked Lenny to all the kids in general. “Besides, I can keep my eye on her and if she loses her cookies, I can roll down the window faster.” Everyone agreed with a nod.

They drove further into the city and dropped off a few kids at some very ritzy New York City addresses – The Excelsior, The Pierre Hotel, The St. Regis and even the Waldorf Astoria where Lenny dropped off twin siblings Gordon and Gwynne and Jamie and Mary respectively.

Eliza was quiet and trying to fight her growing restlessness and nausea. They continued through the city, Lenny even allowing Eliza to crack the window for air even though it was very chilly out. He was tired of the teasing games and wanted everyone out so he could zoom lightning fast to his own squalor apartment in Brooklyn and have a cold beer and watch the tube. He switched on the radio. The song “Lion Sleeps Tonight” droned on, “…the Lion sleeps tonight!”

He was really getting upset dropping off all these sassy rich kids but he’d usually saved the Osberg children for last. It was fun driving into the UN Plaza and having the doorman scurrying about. He felt empowered as they finally drove down the driveway of the large apartment buildings although his stomach always seemed to flutter and that was unsettling.

By this time, it was slightly drizzling and the doorman was bundled up like a World War II soldier with gold tassels on either side of his shoulders of the dark blue jacket, and plastic around his doorman’s cap. His nose was red and when Eliza got out of the smelly van, she got a whiff of his odor which was a pleasant smell of winter snow, expensive tobacco, jacket and cologne. Fog was coming out of his mouth as he hailed a cab through and waved Lenny away after the kids were safely on the curb. He knew Lenny the van driver well and did not like the crass man, so he said with body language what he would like to do with his fists. It seemed to keep the creepy driver at bay and then he’d joke about him to the Osberg kids, which would break the tension in them, especially Eliza, he noticed. She seemed to be the worst for wear in the years he’d helped her out of Lenny’s fume infested coach!

“Hey kids,” he said like Santa Claus.

“Hi Sammy,” they answered back.

Eliza’s nauseous feelings dissipated as the doorman led them to the revolving doors. Once in the beautiful, richly smelling lobby any discomfort Eliza felt melted away, her rosy cheeks returning. Her nose picked up more expensive perfume, leather, glass even the cigarette smoke aroma was pleasing and even fresh.

They ran to the elevators laughing and carrying on as usual. A bank of 6 elevators stood like pylons to the sky. Glenda pushed the up arrow button. John McGraph was on duty and took them up to the 23rd floor. Fresh, sweet perfumed smelling warm air was coming out of the elevator fan hanging discreetly above. Eliza put her face up to catch a whiff, like the odor of a brand new car. It felt good on her face and felt revived to be back home. And at least Central Park had been fun and she’d gotten cotton candy for her treat there. The remnants dotted her faced and lips. Eliza also had some cotton candy stuck in her matted curly hair.

“Cold out?”

“Yup,” said Richard, who didn’t converse very much, but liked John, so made the effort to speak a few words and show recognition.

“I’ll bet,” he said as he straightened his name tag.

“It’s really nasty out there,” said Eliza.

“Where you kids coming from?”

“The youth group.”

“Oh.”

“We were playing in Central Park!”

“Oh.” He stared down at them with a huge smile on his big gentle looking face. His black uniform made him look more official than what the position of elevator operator was, but the kids had always treated him like he mattered to them and was important in their eyes. They looked up to him and that’s what he liked most about them. Mrs. Osberg was very generous around Christmas too.

“Where’s Roy?” He asked.

“More sports pins, John?”

John reached into his front pocket and retrieved a pin with a little football attached to it. “Oh yes!”

“Wow, why does he get that?” Asked Eliza.

“Because he is the oldest and he loves football!” Said little Glenda.

“Give him this, Rich, okay?”

“OK”

Finally they reached 23 just as Eliza’s ears popped.

“Bye kids, be good!”

“Bye John,” they all said in unison.

They walked to their apartment and rang the bell. The door slowly opened and Roy was there smiling at them.

“Hey you guys,” he said excitedly.

“Roy!” Said Eliza, happy to see her older brother.

“Here, this is from John,” said Richard, handing Roy the football pin.

The kids walked into the beautiful co-op. It smelled like fresh flowers and their mother’s expensive Chanel #5 cologne, plus Mr. Osberg had come home tonight and everyone was in the den and Eliza could smell him clearly with his Aramis Cologne and expensive suit smell mixed with rich cigarette smoke. Sometimes she got a whiff of his breath after he’d had Vodka and Herring delight he so loved and it was comforting, not smelly nor offensive. He was such a fastidious man and was so clean shaven and put together so right, even with a toupee.

“Hey, there’s a lady here who is going to take care of us,” revealed Roy.

“Really? Who?”

“She’s in the den with mom and dad talking. She’s really nice, I met her!”

“Wow, cool!”

They all walked into the cozy den. This room was decorated in very expensive brown intricate wallpaper and a huge Marc Chagall hung ever so exquisitely above the expensive Italian couch. The windows faced toward the tip of the Empire State Building, as well as the PanAm building to the right, and the Chrysler Building’s twinkling church looking lights to the left. The East River was lit up all around, and the George Washington Bridge stood to the foreground, cars flashing like stars. Trash and tugboats slowly drifted on the water, their little portals shining and cozy looking!

Each child kissed their dad and sat on the couch. Mrs. Osberg was in the French chair dressed to the nines.

“Kids, I’d like you to meet Gemma.”

A young, petite light skinned black woman sat on the chair and smiled brightly.

“Kids, this is Gemma, our new housekeeper!”

“Hello,” they all said in unison.

“She’s going to take care of you and cook, clean and keep our apartment orderly,” said Mrs. Osberg.

“I’m from Jamaica,” said the bright eyed lady.

“Wow,” they all said again in unison.

“You kids are cute, Ras…!”

“And she cooks!” Said Eliza’s mother.

Eliza could tell right away that Gemma was a real sweet person, unlike the lady they’d hired last year before the Osbergs moved to the UN Plaza.

Eliza would always be haunted by Vera and remembered the incident with her younger sister getting her mouth washed out with Phisoderm nursing soap by Vera. Eliza recalled Glenda’s face turning beet red and she was screaming in terror, they both were. Eliza stared deeply into Gemma, the new lady’s twinkling brown eyes, and saw a kindness and depth she never saw in Vera’s dark grey winkers. But Eliza and Glenda, even Roy would always carry the harsh memory of Vera the Terror, as they all called her. It took a lot to push Roy to lose his temper like Vera and her sister Loretta did! He ended up chasing them around the large elegant apartment with a steak knife until grey-haired Vera and her red-headed sister Loretta locked themselves in the den bathroom.

“They’d rile the kids up and tease them, and then claimed it was Eliza who was riling them up. Once Eliza had a terrible ear infection,” explained Mrs. Osberg.

“The school called and Vera come in a taxi and practically dragged Eliza by her sore ear to the cab and home,” explained Mr. Osberg easily. “An aide saw the whole thing out the window and phoned us both!”

“Instead of trying to relieve Eliza’s apparent pain she told my daughter to go straight to her room, undress and get to bed with no t.v. on,” said Mrs. Osberg. “She told us that Eliza had been sent home from school for pretending to be sick, so at first of course we believed Vera…”

“But eventually by that evening the truth was out about Vera. Now that’s wrong and I should have seen that one coming. Luckily I called Fern and she and her sister flew in and took care of things for awhile until we found you Gemma!”

“Remember, they have their own families,” said Mrs. Osberg.

But Eliza knew that Fern and Ginny just can’t stay away from the Osbergs, and the pay was very lucrative and the work was very fulfilling and busy, plus they get the fringe benefits of staying at the prestigious UN Plaza when their services were needed!

Mrs. Osberg added easily, “We would never ask them to uproot.” She leaned forward as if telling a secret. “The bottom finally fell out when Vera got so brazen as to steal my Bloomingdale’s charge plate and bought a $90 coat. She told everyone that my husband gave her permission!”

“She was unceremoniously dumped and we’ve never heard from her again and if we do the police will be involved. I did make a complaint!” Said Victor.

Now this wonderful, young, friendly lady, eyes dancing with fun, stood before the kids laughing and carrying on with them. As Eliza started to run her bath, Gemma came up and a said, “We’re gonna’ have so much fun, ras child! She even helped Eliza run her bath, then washed her tangled naturally curly hair. Even Glenda hopped in the tub as Gemma began to wash their hair. Her hands were supple and gentle and her demeanor kind. She had 4 children of her own and lived in Brooklyn with her husband Lev, whom the Osbergs ended up getting a high profile job working at the UN Garage.

“Gemma, I like you,” said Glenda.

“Me too!” Added Eliza.

It’s going to be my first night staying with you kids!”

Gemma would sleep in her quarters and all the children were looking forward to it. That evening, when Eliza’s parents left for a glamorous party upstairs where Mr. and Mrs. Glass lived.

Gemma said, “I’m going to make ya’all hamburgers and French fries – a real treat for you!”

It looked good and all the kids were talking and conversing. “We’re so glad Vera is long gone. Gemma can you be a real ‘Gem’ to us?” asked Eliza.

They all watch TV in the den. Then Glenda dropped off on the couch and Gemma ended up taking her to her bed and took both girls in.

“Good night Gemma, thanks,” said Eliza as Gemma tucked the girl in.

“Sure Sweetie. Kiss me dede,” she said kissing them each on the forehead.

HOW MUCH IS THAT KETCUP BOTTLE IN THE WINDOW?

It was no secret that Lita Osberg had a penchant for ketchup. Supposedly, her mother Hazel was such a rotten cook that Lita, as a child, had to dump ketchup on everything, even chicken! It became a running hilarity with her husband Victor and their friends. Ketchup jokes, ketchup bottles, ketchup gifts, ketchup made in glass and crystal of all colors and sizes, but the most blatant ketchup object of all lasted for the years that the Osbergs lived at the UN Plaza. A 6 foot blow-up plastic Heinz Ketchup bottle that hung in the kitchen window 23 flights up!

The ketchup bottle was visible within a few blocks to anyone who happens to gaze up at the glistening UN Plaza twin towers; Eliza knew that tourists visiting the UN must see it. The large, oversized plastic ketchup bottle was like a beacon drawing the eye to it. When Robert F. Kennedy was shot and the media converged on the towers, anyone with a keen eye watching the news must have seen that ketchup bottle in the window; postcards that came out during that time showed the UN Towers and the ketchup bottle was seen in the card. A few t.v. series shot at the Towers and when a long shot of the UN Plaza was flashed on screen the famed ketchup bottle was spotted!

The history about that ketchup bottle started when Herbert and Eva Glass purchased it at Saks Fifth Avenue as a gift gag, but Eliza’s parents got such a kick out of it that they ended up hanging it in the large kitchen picture window. Believe it or not it caused a slight furor in the building meetings when some tenants complained that it was more of a blight. It was discussed about, voted on and the Osbergs had won the right to keep it hanging. And it did until the family moved in 1976. Eliza would always remember that ketchup bottle. Her friends at school loved it too. And if not for the positive votes by Johnny Carson (who liked Eliza’s mother and father), Cliff Robertson, Dina Merrill, Ethel Kennedy along with Herb Glass and the husband of Lita Osberg’s friend Della Krenz (who was president of Bloomingdale’s at that time). The final count yielded a vote from famed author Truman Capote to keep the ketchup bottle in place.

“It’s like a work of art by my good friend Andy Warhol!” Said Mr. Capote. “And his Campbell’s Soup masterpiece will be worth a pretty penny one day, so I vote that the ketchup bottle remain in placed,” said the flamboyant author of “In Cold Blood”.

But on the other side of the fence there were the “non-fans” of the Osbergs sense of design. Truman Capote’s and Johnny’s neighbor on the penthouse floor Mrs. Marault and of course the couple on the 8th floor the Marettes whose children avoided the Osberg kids like the plague. Mary Lasker also wanted it down. It was rumored that Lasker had another apartment across the street from the UN Plaza at Beekman Place, and that she was simply using her place at the UN Plaza to store and collect some of the finest art in the World. She was known to have filled her 20th floor apartment with works and masterpieces by many known artists.

“It isn’t very classy and looks bad,” the petite woman said in a low voice. “Mrs. Osberg, it certainly doesn’t reflect the high class and nuance you and your husband portray when you first applied to be a tenant here!”

“No taste, I agree,” said Marault.

“It’s like bad advertising and low class-ish looking!” Chimed in Mrs. Marette. “They’ll airbrush it out of a postcard, say by Hallmark, then send ‘us’ the bill…I won’t pay it and I won’t take it!”

“I can’t believe you’ve all voted to have it remain! Has the world gone mad?”

“Oh shut up Ladies,” piped up Capote. “It’s different and breaks up the monotony a bit. And if they send us a bill, ‘I’ will pay it!

“So will I, Capote,” said Osberg.

“Me too,” said another man in the back who usually was quiet. It was Mr. Love who lived next door to Mr. Osberg. Love had broken through all the rooms and made it one big apartment, like a studio and it was rumored he was trying to get Willie Mays buy it or rent it maybe. Eliza got a fast glimpse of the baseball great the first time he’d looked at the place.

“I’d feature it as a gag on my show if I was in charge of that!” Said Johnny kiddingly.

“The building would not allow it, Mr. Carson,” said Mrs. Lasker.

“I figured, but everyone knows the Osbergs are good people.”

“Sure they are, we not disputing that, but since we are on the subject, I think the Osberg children conduct themselves atrociously in the lobby,” said Mrs. Marette.

“Aren’t all children rambunctious at some point,” asked Mrs. Kennedy.

“To a point, yes, but I know for a fact that there has been a rash of complaints.”

“They throw things out of the windows and someone is going to be hurt,” said another snot-nosed wife of a banker.

“It’s got to stop,” said the manager Mr. Williamson, a swirl of cherry pipe smoke ringed around the rotund man. “In a matter of a few days I’ve got complaints about them and I’ve tired to talk to you Mr. and Mrs. Osberg!”

“Hey, hold’ up, is this about a ketchup bottle in the window or my kids?” Asked Mr. Osberg, growing a bit hot under the collar.

Everyone started to talk at once, some shrilling. Mrs. Osberg with her Soprano opera training made her voice heard as she began to protect her brood!

“Now just a minute, just a minute, who do you think you all are?”

“I agree, don’t get down on the Osbergs! Let them keep the damn ketchup bottle up!”

“Really, the children are another issue to be brought up at the next meeting please!”

“I agree.”

“Me too!”

“Second it.”

“Third it.”

“Okay!”

Mr. Williamson pounded the gavel several times. “Meeting adjourned.”

So the ketchup bottle stayed, but the children were never really reprimanded for their behavior, partly because Mr. Osberg was out of town half the week, and he didn’t want to scold or dole out any spankings and would have rather played games and joke with them, or discuss things with them like adults even though they were just kids. He missed his kids when he was in at the factory, but the lace business was very good and he couldn’t stay away. But at least Fern was there to clean his apartment and they would drink coffee together and chat about his children mostly.

Mr. Osberg told Fern about the building meeting and what was said.

“Don’t worry Mr. Osberg, they are all bark and no bite!”

“I’m concerned,” said Mr. Osberg. “People were also talking about the kids, that they’re acting up in the lobby and some other incidents.”

“Oh, don’t let that bother you!” Fern sipped her 3rd cup of coffee that morning. “Those kids are all great. God has blessed you, Mr. Osberg.”

“Victor.”

“Victor, yes. Those kids are alive and vital. Don’t get angry about it, even if there is some truth to the complaints.”

“For Godssakes, they want us to take the ketchup bottle out of the window.”

“Really? Well honestly Victor, we can only pray for them.”

“I would imagine.”

“Compared to what’s going on in the World now with Vietnam, they’re acting very petty. People are getting shot and are dying and they’re worried about a ketchup bottle?”

“Seems so… It almost sounds ironic!”

“Yes.”

“They were not all against us.”

“Well that’s comforting,” answered Fern.

“Carson and Capote were in our corner and Mrs. Marault and the Marrates were in the other,” he said. “Mary Lasker didn’t approve either, but Ethel Kennedy threw her vote for us, majority rules!”

Fern laughed a deep, almost baritone laugh. “That’s funny, Victor.”

“I know,” Victor smiled.

“So, no fisticuffs?”

“No, but Lita was fit to be tied, you know her.”

“Yes, I do.”

“She’ll fight tooth and nail for those kids!”

“I would too! But Mr. Osberg, I mean Victor, Eliza is a very special child.”

“I see that.”

“Yes, very bright, but the other kids have beauty too, but you should really focus on some things with Eliza. She’s got so much talent!”

“I know it, and I’ve always encouraged her!”

“I think she has a very good imagination and I saw her building this project with wood, and she’s got some interesting art talents too,” bragged Fern as if Eliza was her own child!

“Oh, yes, I’ve noticed. You know Fern, just because I’m away from home 3 days a week doesn’t mean I’ve not noticed.”

“Oh, I wasn’t saying that, but I just think Eliza is very gifted, as are all your children, Victor.”

“Thanks.”

Fern took the coffee cups and put them in the sink.

Meanwhile, back at the UN Plaza it was coming up on summer when the kids would go off to sleep-away camp. Before Eliza, Glenda, Richard and Roy left for their perspective summer camps in Maine, the 4 kids were playing around in the kitchen. Gemma was busy with her sister Marge making a rum drink with nutmeg. School had just gotten out so they were punchy and rambunctious, having thrown a variety of items out the window, made many phony phone calls and went through their mother’s scarves drawer when Roy saw the ketchup bottle hanging on a thread ready to fall down due to the heat of the sun.

The bottle had hung there for so long so Roy grabbed at it and it fell onto the kitchen floor. He began kicking it and Richard joined in, as well as Eliza. They were laughing and hooting when Glenda heard the commotion.

“You better stop that,” warned Glenda, who did have an inbred sense of being the snitch. “You know how Mom loves that ketchup bottle.”

They didn’t listen and kept up their play.

“Hey, stop that!”

Gemma and Marge looked up and didn’t realize what was going on. Suddenly Roy gave ‘Heinz” a swift kick, which knocked the breath out of the bottle that had hung there for years undisturbed. The 4 watched the coveted ketchup bottle deflate like the wicked witch from The Wizard of Oz did.

“Ohhhhh, uh-oh You are in big trouble now!” Said Glenda.

Eliza laughed and Richard left the kitchen, retreating to his bedroom. Roy was stunned and just stood there in shock.

“What’s going on?” Gemma and Marge stopped mixing their rum concoction.

“Kiss me dede, Ras,” said Gemma.

“Who did that?” Asked Marge.

“Roy!” Said Glenda.

“I did not, you did it,” argued Roy, trying to pin it on his younger sister.

“No way, you were kicking it, I was just laughing,” argued Eliza.

“Told you so,” piped up Glenda.

Roy picked up the now deflated ketchup bottle, his face on the verge of crying. “I didn’t mean it,” he said sadly.

“Wait until your mother hears about this, get to your bed, get to your bed,” screamed Gemma half-heartedly trying to chase them out.

Marge piped in, “Kiss me Grand Auntie Ferry, Ras!”

“Wait, I have an idea,” shouted Eliza. She ran to her bedroom lickity-split and got some scotch tape, clear. She picked up the plastic bottle and turned it around and saw a small hole in it. She deftly scotch taped the hole inside and out. Then Eliza gently blew air into its original shape. Roy was so happy he started jumping up and down cheering. Gemma got up on the window sill and re-attached it. “Okay, now be good, or get to your bed!”

Roy hugged his sister and Richard came in from the bedroom and was amazed Eliza had miraculously fixed it.

“You are so smart Eliza, thanks,” said Roy.

“No problem Brother,” said Eliza.

“Don’t tell,” said Roy to Glenda, who was infamous for squealing.

“I won’t,” she promised.

The 4 kids turned their attentions to Gemma and Marge who had gone back to their rum drinks. The smell of nutmeg and rum permeated the kitchen as they added eggs and milk and began mixing it with an egg beater. All was well again and Roy never even went near the ketchup bottle after that day.

TRUMAN CAPOTE “DIRTY TOENAILS”!

The first time Eliza had seen or noticed Truman Capote was one evening when the Osbergs were on their way to dinner at the Coco- Cabana, a new supper club in their neighborhood where the movie “The French Connection” was filmed.

Mr. Capote got into the elevator from the hallway on the 38th floor penthouses. He’d just come from visiting and drinking with Joanna Carson, and things were not going well between her and husband, talk show host Johnny Carson; it was well known in certain social circles and in the tabloids.

Capote always had been intrigued with emotional upheaval and immersed himself in it on purpose. It fueled his writing so when he saw the Osbergs, he was dissecting them closer even though he’d knocked down a few Vodka Sours with Joanna. He seemed amused when he heard a riveted Eliza whisper to her well dressed father, “Daddy, he smells weird, and why is his nose so red?”

“Shhhh, be quiet Eliza,” scolded Lita Osberg all decked out in a white sparkling gown and Barbra Streisand’s mink coat. There was something about this family that lended an underlying upstrungness that could not be denied! Things seemed to be swirling around them like bees to honey. It was a very high energy probably due to Mrs. Osberg’s personality and aura, which was so up and dazzling.

Anyone in the building with any sense could see that Eliza was a tomboy through and through. Glenda had cute looks and her smile was bright and glistening; the brothers Roy and Richard were clear faced, but slightly overweight in the cheeks, like you want to pinch them every second like a doting grandmother!

Capote heard at the meeting that Lita Osberg was an accomplished opera singer and concert pianist. He’d love to sit down and chat with her. She also did a stint on Broadway as well. Intriguing and interesting signals he received. The children seemed orderly but he’d heard stories from Joanna that they were rambunctious and loud. She had also filled him in on the Kennedy play day that went so awry.

“But J Dear, aren’t I as rambunctious and loud as the kids too! Capote wore a plain blue denim shirt with blue jeans, shoes with no socks. The elevator man seemed a bit overly friendly with the Osberg girls, and they were chatting non stop to him. It bothered many but not Truman.

The next time Eliza and Truman Capote crossed paths was the following Sunday when the Osberg kids were on their way to the bike room in the East Tower, then over to the park next door to the UN Plaza.

He noticed Eliza’s huge feet. She smiled up at him, reminding him of Pippy Longstocking! Her sister was very petite and cute, pixy girl cute, like a shiny button! Capote wore his signature straw hat, dressed down jeans and shirt with an antique silver flask filled with the best Russian Vodka money could buy hidden in his shirt pocket. He was walking his bulldog Maggie, who was an unruly and unfriendly jealous animal that you only petted if you liked the sound of snapping teeth and a low grunting growl.

“Your nose is red,” said Eliza. She kneeled down and petted his dog.

“What’s the dog’s name?”

“Maggie, but she might bite you!”

“You smell funny,” said Glenda.

Both girls broke out in innocent laughter. Capote was not fazed, in fact, he found it quite amusing. It’s a good idea to get down to a kid’s level and try that on…

Maggie got nervous with all the talking and clamor of children in the elevator’s small space. She barked a hoarse whisper of a yelp and bared her crooked missing teeth and backed up against the wall.

Adolfo was on duty and joked with the Osberg kids. They were not like the usual indifferent children that lived at the UN Plaza. Those kids were snotty and aloof, but the Osberg brood was like the piñata swinging at a fiesta. It was fun to tease them and pretend the elevator was stuck, then shut the lights out and say, “We’re going to go sideways!” Adolfo would do a funny ’23-Skado’ dance step when he said it! The kids loved it, but Eliza was scared most of all because of her earlier ordeal at the amusement park when she a mere baby.

Everyone who worked in the building joked around with the Osberg kids, some tenants not liking it. Having hired help fraternizing with the most nosiest and unruly neighbor’s children was like fingernails against a blackboard for some.

“Why is your nose so red?” Asked Eliza looking up at Capote, trying to suppress a grin.

“I’m Santa Claus,” he quipped back at her. Capote needed a comeback and observed Eliza up and down with his piercing blue eyes squinting merrily. He was looking for something. He found it and pointed to her sandaled large feet and said loudly and clearly “And you my dear have ‘dirty toenails’!’” He emphasized “dirty toenails”.

Everyone in the elevator, even Eliza, cracked up, including the operator who was supposed to be akin to the London silent guardsmen you tried to make laugh.

“Dirty toenails, dirty toenails, dirty toenails,” laughed Richard.

“That’s right,” said Capote. “Dirty toenails! Not mine, hers! Mine are clean he said removing his expensive Italian shoes with no socks.

Even Eliza started to laugh because her toenails were uncut and dirty. It wasn’t a very pretty site, and her feet were also oversized for her age, so the 10 year old tomboy stuck out like a sore thumb with a size 8 shoe!

From that time until they moved, when Truman and Eliza met he’d utter the 2 words that would have them cracking up and roaring with laughter. It became infectious, because most in the vicinity knew Truman Capote and what he wrote and stood for. After a few months it was almost like Capote and Eliza shared a strange friendship. Even when they’d spot each other in the lobby or when the elevator door opened they would acknowledge each other almost fondly. It was odd and many did notice and told Mr. Osberg. He would roll his eyes after they’d told him and left him standing dumbfounded in the elevator almost having to ride all the way back up…

It was almost as ludicrous as when Johnny Carson invited him to go skydiving in the coming months since they’d moved in the building. Victor had declined the offer and it was at a building party so Johnny had a few in him and Osberg brushed it off as they sat together talking about the latest issues. Carson thought Osberg had a good head on his shoulders and was interested in what made his lace mill tick and how he managed to balance his time and shuttle between New York and Rhode Island!

But it would a few weeks later when Mr. Osberg was out of town at the lace factory. It was during Eliza’s spring break. She’d gone by herself to the park when she bumped into “The Grass Harp” author who was about to drive away in his Aqua blue convertible Mercedes with Maggie in the back.

“Well, it’s the ‘Dirty Toenails Tomboy!”

“Hi Red Nosed one,” teased Eliza back at him, not batting an eye. Suddenly she felt like Tatum O’Neal in the new movie that was becoming the rage “Paper Moon” with Ryan O’Neal! Eliza felt like that character Tatum played. She sidled up to his car, the steering wheel on the opposite side than American cars! She boldly petted Maggie. “I want to have a ride,” she half demanded just as Maggie snapped at her fingers.

“I don’t know, Maggie doesn’t like you very much. She’s jealous…”

“Please, it looks like fun!”

Truman was debating with himself. He felt a bit drawn to this offbeat little girl. She sort of made him feel like a child again. Blurting out whatever came to mind, running wild through the elegant lobby, unknowing of the right manners or decorum or at least pretended not to. In a strange way his main character from “In Cold Blood” had a slanted innocence under the surface.

“Okay, hop in. I’ll tool you around the block….”

“Great, thanks!” Eliza climbed in and seat belted herself in.

Sammy the Doorman helped Eliza and shut the snazzy door of the vehicle. He knew very well how Mr. Capote drove and maybe that he might be a bit tipsy. “Does your mother know about this, Eliza?” He asked in earnest, only trying to protect the little girl.

“Yes Sammy,” she lied while sitting in the front seat of the Truman Capote’s blue Mecedes. He took off with a screech and picked up speed fast, leaving the doorman stunned and worried. Even Tom at the front desk stood up when he saw Capote driving off with little Eliza Osberg in the front seat!

Eliza’s curly, frizzy hair blew in all directions. Maggie began barking her whispery yelp, but by now Eliza was not afraid. Truman maneuvered the car expertly, but with more speed and gusto than more drivers out that day! He wasn’t a pro, but more of a speed demon. It was in his blood as well as expensive Vodka!

They raced up Beekman Place, and onto 1st Avenue, then took a fast turn onto Riverside Drive. Eliza watched the picturesque towers from all angles and since it was the first time she’d driven in a convertible she was very excited and it showed on her exuberant flushed face, her curls whipping in the warm New York City wind.

“So,” yelled Truman, above the din of the engine and wind. “You lied so easily to the doorman!”

For some reason, Eliza trusted Capote. He had a very dry sense of humor but he right away seemed to relate when he started with the ‘dirty toenails’ banter with the girl.

“Yea, I lied to Sammy, but I wanted to go!” Said Eliza trying to emulate the Tatum O’Neal character Addie Prayer from Paper Moon!

“Obviously.”

“Look, even Maggie likes me now,” said Eliza. She was gently stroking Maggie's fur back and the dog was responding well. Truman was impressed.

“Hmmm, you must be ok then…If Maggie lets you pet her like that!”

They sailed along Riverside Drive at an even pace, then Capote suddenly gunned the engine and they sprinted easily by the UN Building in the flashy car, drawing lots of attention which was Truman’s intentions in the first place. They drove onward toward Tudor City where a virtually unknown Robert Redford lived. In that moment Truman Capote and Eliza were so much alike!

Capote would never be able to live it down, but he liked Eliza, more than he would have other children. Even the Kennedy kids were a bit droll after Capote met Eliza. They had a reputation, and could not be children, but more like mannequins. How sad.

Eliza had spunk and chutzpah and it’s the little kid enthusiasm she showed, more than most of the other snot-nosed kids at the UN Plaza had, and Truman liked that about Eliza. But it was time to get back to reality as he reached into his front pocket and retrieved a small silver flask and took a sip. He stared at Eliza and held out the flask.

Eliza really felt like Tatum O’Neal now! She related to that character and was the same age as Tatum in that movie! She pretended in her head that she was in that movie and it fueled her imagination to the hilt.

“What’s that?” Asked Eliza, already knowing, but playing cat and mouse.

Truman ate that up. “Magic juice!”

“Can I have a taste?”

“Well that all depends. It’s pretty strong juice for adults!”

Eliza seemed confident. “I can take it. My dad let me try his Vodka once! And I also tried it at his dry bar and mixed my own Vodka drink once. I added Ginger Ale!”

“What? How could you! Ugh…”

“That’s what is in the flask,” Eliza said and winked, trying to emanate the
confidence of Tatum!

“Smart girl.”

“I know that.” She smiled brightly at the famous author as he smiled wryly at the girl

“If I give you a swig do you promise not to tell anyone?”

“I promise,” said Eliza earnestly.

“Now don’t lie to me like you did the doorman!”

“Oh, I won’t!”

His glassy blue eyes pieced Eliza’s brownish green ones. Slowly he passed his precious flask of grade-A Russian Vodka to the 10-year old girl. She took it and mimicked Tatum O’Neal’s character in Paper Moon deftly. She put the flask to her lips and took two huge big sips and swallowed with no problem, which surprised Truman Capote. Eliza felt the warm liquid go down her gullet and into her stomach. She immediately felt light headed and warm and uplifted, slightly drunk already.

“Okay Dirty Toenails, that’s enough for you,” joked Capote as he yanked the flask out of her strange looking fingers.

They both started laughing and carrying on as Capote drove back toward the Towers again and took another swig.

“Feeling tipsy, Eliza?”

“Oh yes I am Mr. Capote!”

“Know any good jokes?”

“Yes… Truman Capote,” she quipped.

“Very funny young lady!” He joked with her amiably.

“Ladies and Germs, can I have your attention!” Screamed Eliza at the top of her lungs as they passed a group of Japanese tourist about to enter the famed UN Building.

“Eliza, you are drunk,” he spat out. He gunned the engine to the hilt until Eliza thought it would burst into flames, but the liquor made her suppress the fears of her childhood.

“Yes, I am drunk,” she said tipsy-like.

“I better get you back,” he said, sort of not wanting to go back. He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a breath spray. “Here, open your mouth little girl,” he said to the kid.

Eliza closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. She enjoyed his attention. “Ha, ha, now I smell like you!”

“I don’t want your dirty toenails! And I’ll bet you can sing like your mother!”

“Wow, Mom can sing so well,” said Eliza absentmindedly. She was watching some small commotion with a taxi and a bus by the time the sun began to set behind the Twin Towers in the foreground.

The car sped back onto the UN Plaza driveway and just one last stretch along Mitchell Place. By this time Eliza felt just a bit woozy but also elated. She had made a new friend and would not betray him. She got out of the car and headed to the park first to see who was around. After playing in the sandbox for awhile, then sliding down the largest slide, she walked slowly toward the UN Plaza, stopping in the garage to say hello to Lev, Gemma’s husband who now worked for the building. He noticed she seemed a bit more subdued than her usual high strungness but said nothing. Eliza then ran up to the bank of elevators, pushed the button and rode it all the way up to the 38th floor. She got out and walked around the penthouse level where Capote lived. Cliff Robetson lived on one side and Johnny Carson on the other. It was quiet but the hallway was decorated very richly and smelled fresh and crisp. She wanted to see what Truman’s place looked like. Maybe one day. It was a strange friendship. She also had an urge to ring Mrs. Marault’s apartment and run away and hide just to bug the ex model. It was hard for Eliza to believe that the older, silver-haired ‘bitch’ was really a model on a runway with a smile planted on her pretty face. Eliza did not see Mrs. Marault pretty and really put her in league with Mrs. Marault, both witches and mean spirited.

She didn’t ring Marault’s buzzer, but walked the patterns of the rug and slowly pushed the elevator button. Thank God the quiet elevator man Hugh was on duty and she did not have to talk. But the man was still sort of eerie and dark when all he would do was hum some useless ditty as if the tune was German or Dutch, or whatever Hugh was. Once back downstairs she played a great game of monopoly with her sister Glenda then watched TV and had dinner when she felt sick. She ran into the bathroom and threw up and Gemma gave her Pepto Bismol which worked.

GHOSTS AT THE UN PLAZA

The first apparition Eliza saw at the UN Plaza was a man in a grey jumpsuit and construction hat. She’d just returned from Sunningdale and was adjusting to being back at the UN Plaza in her own bed. He was stooped over the dining room table one early Sunday morning Eliza walked by. She’d seen something out of the corner of her eye. Her heart did a flip-flop when she’d walked in and the man came up, arms raised with a strange distorted strangled look on his ashen face. He was wearing workmen clothes and what looked like to Eliza as a painters cap. It was his face and aura that freaked the girl out. She ran down the long hallway to her parent’s room crying and carrying on about a strange man in the dining room. Mr. Osberg had just gotten out of bed and was about to shower and shave. It was Sunday morning.

“What were you doing in the dining room?” Asked Mrs. Osberg.

“I was passing by and looked in and saw this man.”

“Eliza you’ve got to stop this. Your imagination is running away from you,” said Mr. Osberg.

“I’m telling you I saw him!”

“Don’t go in the dining room again. You might break the Venus D’ Milo statue.”

“It already has two broken fingers, Dad.”

“That’s not the point Eliza,” said Mrs. Osberg. “Your father and I bought that in California from the Hearst Estate, so stay out of the dining room. “ Mrs. Osberg shut the doors leading into the brown paneled room.

Lita walked back down the hallway as Mr. Osberg took Eliza into the den where they began discussing spirits, ghosts and imaginations gone wild.

“But dad, I saw him!”

“I know you think you saw him, but it’s called a figment of your vivid imagination.”

“Nooooo, a ghost dad, a ghost.”

“Eliza stop talking nonsense now!”

“Dad, it was so real I could have reached out and touched him. I could even see his face.”

“What did he look like? And tell me straight,” asked Victor, getting drawn into it.

“His face was like he was surprised, like he was afraid too! But not of me, or surprised because I saw him. He was reacting to something else in that time frame!”

“Hmmmm, I see.” It made total sense to Mr. Osberg. His daughter may come off as an odd ball, but she was a brilliant girl, but too hyper.”

Mr. Osberg remembered a story he’d read recently about when they built the Brooklyn Bridge. Some construction workers lost their lives. Some said the impressions of these men were still visible. But he didn't want to say that to Eliza. Instead he called Fern and they discussed it after sending Eliza to do an errand.

“She’s always been different than your other kids, you know that!” Fern was sipping coffee and talking to Mr. Osberg from her cozy roomy house in Lyon Avenue, across the street from a small oil truck stop. Sometimes late at night in the middle of a raging blizzard, the oil trucks would pull up to the little rest spot, and re fuel, have a bite and a cigarette far away from the pumps….

“I don’t know what to make of it, Fern.”

“If she sees something than it probably is something in her mind.

“I don’t disagree with that. I just don’t know how to deal with it.”

“Just don’t discourage her enthusiasm, it’s so natural and fuels everything behind that gifted creative sense. Watch her as she grows….Just don’t judge!”

“I try not to, Fern. She comes up with some wild things.”

“Just monitor her. Sit down and explain things to her. And for Godssake, Victor, don’t give your sons hunting knifes!”

“How did you know…Oh never mind I know … Eliza!”

“Don’t be mad at the child. She cares deeply. She’s different than most kids, as well as all 4 of your kids, Victor. She’s a smart cookie. I think you already know that.”

“Impressionable.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Listen, just try and calm her and don’t tease her Victor, and don’t let the others either. You remember when she fell at the club? No one believed her at first.”

”Falling is one thing, seeing strange men in our dining room is a whole other ballgame, Fern,” said Mr. Osberg looking out at the view of the East River and 1st Avenue.

“I know, but she can pretty much comprehend things better than the rest of the kids.”

“Yes, I realize that…”

“Yup, but open to knowledge.”

“Okay, I’ll agree with you on that,” said Mr. Osberg…

A few days later, Mr. and Mrs. Osberg had a small dinner party and had Mitchell the caterer do the food and favors as usual. Eliza and her siblings watched in the kitchen as Mitchell did his thing. Then later on when the company came, they made quick appearances then went to the boy’s room to watch TV.

The party raged on all night and to the early morning. Mrs. Oberg sang, there was laughter and Eliza heard a lot of men laughing and singing together. It was a good party that finally wound down around 1 AM. All was quiet by 2:00 AM, even Mr. Osberg didn’t put his TV blasting for once. It was silent. All of a sudden Eliza awoke from a dream she was having. She had sneaked into her parent’s bedroom and was watching them dress for a party. Her mother saw her hiding behind the love seat and began screaming at her hiding there. Then as Eliza stood up and ran from them in her dream she could hear drums and male voices chanting over and over, louder and louder. She suddenly woke up from the dream and it was quiet. She turned her head and looked to her right side of the bed and she spotted a man standing there, who at first looked like Mitchell the caterer to Eliza. Then he came closer to her bed. Eliza’s foot was sticking out of the blanket and rubbed up against the mysterious man’s lapel. He was tall with black hair and dark eyes. It wasn’t Mitchell. Eliza didn’t know who it was. The man turned to the side and Eliza saw his hair up in a bun like a Japanese Samurai warrior. He was wearing a black suit and stood close to Eliza’s. She could almost feel him breathing, but all he did was stare at her. She felt he wanted her to see his profile clearly when he suddenly turned to the side and came so close to her! Her foot was touching his jacket and she could feel the vibrations of her foot rubbing against the fine fabric, the friction. She tried to say, “…who are you?” but all that came out was a croaking sound. All of a sudden, drums beat again with chanting men and as the music got loud, the weird man popped like a bubble and disappeared. The room became quiet again. When the apparition Eliza saw disappeared, her voice came to life and she said to the darkness “Who are you?”

Eliza froze and couldn’t move for the longest time. She finally turned and pulled the hot blanket over herself and started to cry in fear. She knew she couldn’t bother her parents on this, but it was so real. She got up and ran quickly to her bathroom across the hall. Glenda slept through it just like when she’d slept through the hurricane when they stayed up in West Hampton at the Bath and Tennis Club!

Once in the light of the bathroom Eliza looked at herself in the mirror. She looked scared and panicked almost like the first ghost she saw in the dining room. How did Glenda do that? How did she sleep like a rock?

She went down the hallway and went into her brother’s room and watched them sleep feeling jealous. She went to her parent’s room and they too were asleep. Her dad snored like the lion (Oh the Lion Sleeps Tonight)! Her mother was the same lion but without the fire. Why did they all sleep so well and Eliza slept terrible. Well all except her dad, but this time her father slept soundly and she dare not wake him up because he truly deserved his sleep for once.

She slowly walked back into her bedroom, but decided to take her pillow and bedding and sleep in the bathtub. She went in and made a pallet for herself and fell fast asleep in the tub. She closed the shower curtains and closed the bathroom door and locked it. So if she over slept she could say she was in the toilet. She locked the door and lay down and soon was fast asleep. She felt much safer in the tub.

In the darkness of the dining room a flicker of an apparition, the construction worker Eliza saw … he was upset and riled up and had actually been killed when they laid the foundation of the UN Plaza.

The other ghost Eliza saw was also someone who might have been killed while the UN Plaza was going up. He’d fallen from the 23rd floor when a wind whipped up. He was the foreman. So Eliza did see the entities, but no one except maybe Fern believed her. She tired to explain to her sister Glenda and brothers, but they couldn’t totally grasp the concept. Neither could Mrs. Osberg and even Gemma guffawed it and didn’t want to discuss it. Eliza went in the bright dining room and stood by the Venus de Milo and stared at the spot she saw the construction worker. She made a mental note to find out if it could be true about seeing these ghosts. She would ask around. “I’m sure someone like Adolfo or an older building maintenance man will know, maybe Dum-Dum.

Eliza did ask and low and behold Dum-Dum knew something and told the girl that some men did get killed in the building of these towers. She told him about seeing the two men and his eyes got bright.

“Ya' know Eliza, I’ve been here since the building opened in 1966, and I saw some strange things too.”

“Can they hurt me, Dum-Dum?”

“No, just your fear can hurt you,” he said wisely.

“Really?”

“Yes, so remember this, as scared as you are of them, they are triply scared of you,” said Dum-Dum, who for once didn’t have that ‘Dum-Dum’ look on his face. He didn’t have his usual shot of whiskey yet either.

But to Eliza it made sense and she was relieved that someone understood and explained it to her. Although her father did, she liked Dum-Dum’s explanation better. And Dum-Dum believed her.

“Oh, don’t say nothin’ to no one about what I tells ya', Eliza,” he said.

“Oh I won’t.”

“I could lose my job and I can’t afford that. So mums the word, okay?” He put his rough hand out and Eliza shook on it.

“Don’t worry Dum-Dum, I would never tell,” she said, thinking of her excursion with Truman Capote and that day she got drunk with him and she’d kept her promise even though she was acting strange! And for once her personality hid her antics from her family, which for now was good!

ELIZA MEETS COLONEL KLINK FROM HOGAN'S HEROES

Victor Osberg could never sleep well so he stayed up very late watching the tube. Eliza too had trouble falling asleep and it was offhandedly because of her father, but tonight she still felt tipsy from the Vodka she shared with Capote. Her mind raced with thoughts of ghosts and monsters under her bed, and sometimes her imagination would run away with her and she’d think snakes were in between the folds of her sheets. Glenda would be comatose the minute her cute little head hit the pillow, as with her brothers and mom.

Because Eliza was traumatized by a trip to an amusement park where her dad put her all the fast rides so he could watch her better and not leave her alone while her brothers and he rode the rides. That extreme experience left the then 3 year old Eliza practically shell shocked and scared of her own shadow, especially when her father had brought her into the spook house at the park and that left her jangled and nervous at night, hence the insomnia the 10 year old experienced presently.

Her father had his TV on very loud and she kept tossing and turning until the sound of audience laughter floated into her dark bedroom chasing away the evil apparitions. She got up and headed for her parents room down the long hallway, passed her brothers who were snoring away. She popped her head in and saw her parents. Mom was sleeping like a dead woman, the TV noise not affecting her in the least.

“Dad, can I stay up with you for awhile? I can’t sleep.”

Usually Victor would shoo her back to bed, but this time he relented. “Alright, but then sleep, okay?”

“OK,” said Eliza, running for their big comfortable bed.

“Pop on in,” said Mr. Osberg, making room for her.

“What are we watching?”

“Johnny Carson.”

They began talking and Eliza felt close to him, even though he did travel a lot and was not around 3 days out of the week.

Eliza recalled the first time she’d realized he was not at home and she told him as the commercials rolled on the TV.

She’d been having a nightmare soon after the amusement park incident. Worms were appearing behind her white wicker headboard and she was screaming and thrashing until Eliza felt mom’s hand rousing her awake. Eliza was crying hysterically so her mom tried to carry her and have her sleep in their bedroom. Eliza resisted until they got to Mrs. Osberg’s bedroom door and Eliza saw her father was not there. She slipped into her parent’s bed and fell fast asleep until morning when her mother told her that her father always commuted, but even if he was there he would have come and taken her out of the bedroom into their room in an instant.

As the standard Carson music opened up and Johnny started doing his monologue Eliza laid back and tried to understand the humor, which was obviously for adults.

Victor laughed at almost every joke and Eliza understood some of them, especially the ones about the Vietnam War. They watched the whole 90 minute show that featured Tiny Tim singing “Tip Toe through the Tulips.” Eliza and her dad laughed uncontrollably. Buddy Hackett, the comedian came on and cracked them up too, then Carson did a skit with Carol Wayne that hinted at sex and big boobs which Mr. Osberg got. Finally, as the show started to wind down Don Rickles came out and did his usual shtick! During commercials Eliza would ask her father questions, usually about current events.

Her father loved her enthusiasm and it was stimulating and fun to answer his daughter’s questions. They were very insightful. very creative and intense and Mr. Osberg did his best to fill her in on all her questions…. Eliza was always peppering everyone with “questions!”

During a commercial break Mr. Osberg asked, “Did you know he lives in our building?”

“Of course, I’ve seen him and I’ve talked to him!”

“Really, in what way Eliza.”

“Oh, dumb stuff in the mailroom and in the lobby…”

“I’m becoming a bit concerned about what they are saying in the meetings, Eliza,” said her father sternly. He didn’t want to upset anyone and he knew better than anyone else how hyper his kids were. “Eliza, I don’t want any problems or I’ll ground you!”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“I’ve heard that before.”

“Dad, come on!”

“No come on, Dad… I don’t want to hear about my children’s rap sheet in the meetings so you better not be causing trouble, or instigating it…”

“I’m not!”

“Well keep it that way.”

“OK, love you Dad,” said Eliza and crawled out of the bed. She kissed her dad and he kissed her and gave her a bear hug. “Good night Sweetie.”

Eliza returned to her shadowy bedroom and lay back down. Dad was now watching an old movie with the TV still blasting but she did fall asleep finally after pretending she didn’t hear it or just blocking it out until he had to turn it off around 3:30 am. Then before they knew it another day was dawning.

It was Friday night, right before the Osberg kids were to depart for summer camp in Maine … all 4 Osberg children went, and that would free up Gemma to enjoy her own family an summer when Victor and Lita went traveling to Sardinia and Europe, but it was to be a special Friday dinner and a very close friend of the Osbergs, Elle Moss, was coming by with her boyfriend Werner Klempner who played the Commandant on the TV show Hogan’s Heroes. Gemma was going all out to make the dinner elegant and classy, with the help of Mrs. Osberg. The table was set with the Osbergs most expensive silverware and crystal, except for Eliza who had plastic and unbreakable plates. Last year when they celebrated Roy’s 13th Birthday they’d pulled out all the stops with fine china, food and entertainment. Mrs. Osberg brought out her fine paper thin crystal. During the meal Eliza held the delicate wine glass and got Glenda’s attention by holding the precious expensive crystal glass between her teeth to make her younger sister laugh.

As they both carried on, Eliza pressed too hard with her mouth and a chunk of the $100 a glass crystal broke off.

Mrs. Osberg almost had a full blown cardiac arrest when she saw what had happened. Mr. Osberg rarely hit his kids, but he saw how upset his wife was and knew how much she coveted her china and dishes.

“What was that, Eliza,” he yelled.

“It was an accident Dad!”

He reached out over the table and slapped Eliza square in the face, which was startling, especially to the company that sat at little round tables around the dining room. Eliza’s cousins, Lauren, Dina and Stan were shocked as well as her Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Kelley.

“Go to the kitchen and eat the rest of your food there. Get out of my sight,” yelled Mr. Osberg.

Eliza got up with tears in her eyes and was crying and hiccupping. She did as she was told as everyone began to relax again.

So now she spotted the fake crystal and plates by her place. It didn’t bother her like it used to… And in the end it was better.

It was going to be some special dinner and evening of good food, and music. Werner was bringing his violin and Eliza’s mother was going to sing some opera and standard songs accompanied by Mr. Klempner.

The Osberg children adored the show Hogan’s Heroes and were looking forward to meeting the funny bumbling actor who plays the Commandant Klink!

The moment came around 6:00 PM when Elle showed up with her famous date. They stood in the hallway as the children filed out and were introduced to Werner, who looked like his character except he had a lot of freckles. They went to the living room after giving Mr. Klempner the grand tour of their wonderful spacious apartment, skipping Eliza and Glenda’s bedroom.

“Oh, that’s the zoo!” Said Roy.

Werner laughed. “I was the same way as a child. I was lucky to be able to find the right color socks.”

Everyone laughed.

In the living room they all discussed the latest political situations, Vietnam and lighter issues about the lace business and what the state of Broadway was these days!

Talk leaned toward Lita Osberg’s stage career and beautiful Soprano Opera voice. They chatted and discussed the latest rages and talked drifted to Werner’s TV role of a Nazi Commandant.

“It’s just a part, nothing more,” he said, flitting his hands nervously too and fro, trying to make light of it.

“But you’re doing a Nazi, doesn’t it bother you a little?” asked Mrs. Osberg.

At first, but we’re in our 6th season and I don’t think much about it anyways. It’s a job.”

“Do you get fan mail?” Asked Eliza, totally intrigued with him.

“Yes, of course I do,” he answered strongly. “More than you’d think.”

“Do you answer back and send your photo with an autograph?” Asked Eliza on cue.
"Yes, sometimes, but not really,” he answered back cryptically.

“What’s Hogan like?” Eliza was on a roll.

“You mean Bob Crane?”

“Yea.”

“He’s very likable and a very funny talented man, but he’s very intelligent….”

“Stop pestering him with questions Eliza," said Mrs. Osberg.

“OK. Just one more…. Can you say that one thing you say to Hogan?”

“What?” He feigned ignorance, but knew what she wanted, everyone did!

“Can you?” The company, even his girlfriend looked on eagerly, trying to hide it badly.

“No, I don’t think so,” he snapped.

“He turned away from Eliza and talked to his date.

Glenda sidled up to Werner. “Oh please, can’t you just do it once?”

“No!” He said it firmly.
“The kids were disappointed, but then dinner was announced and they all floated into the dining room decorated with burning white candles, white table cloth linen and fresh white flowers.

At the table they served wine and a before dinner appetizer and salads. It was scrumptious faire.

Everyone was talking and laughing and relating. Eliza asked Werner again between the banter. “Can you just do that thing once?”

“NO!”

“Will you stop pestering him,” scolded Victor Osberg sternly.

“It’s alright,” I actually get that all the time.”

“Sorry about that,” apologized Eliza.

“Can’t you do it please,” asked Richard shyly, his voice squeaking like a mouse in his nervous shyness.

“Is it fun being on Hogan’s Heroes?” Asked Roy out of the blue.

“Yes it is, but it’s hard work keeping up that energy my boy,” said Werner not missing a beat. He enjoyed it all. It was then that he turned to Eliza and said frankly: “Eliza, you have a very special effervesce! But you are all very special too!”

“Say thank you to Mr. Klempner, kids!”

“Thank you,” they all said together in unison.

“Dinner was excellent, Mrs. Osberg,” said Werner.

“Why thank you Mr. Klempner.”

Eliza came up behind him and whispered. “Can you do the Hogan thing please?”

“No Eliza I can’t,” he said seeming to get exasperated.

They all went to the living room to listen to Mrs. Osberg sing to Werner’s Violin.

He played the instrument with much fanfare and energy. Eliza remembered one particular episode where the commandant plays his violin for a fake record Hogan’s men are making.

“When you played in that one episode I didn’t realize you were really playing the violin!”

“Yes I was, and it was my idea,” he bragged.

“Wow. Neat.”

All that evening all the kids were asking him to do “the Hogan thing”. He declined, even after Mrs. Osberg sang many opera standards that he played to on his violin. It was mystifying to Eliza.

“Kids, stop,” said Mr. Osberg.

“Leave Mr. Klempner alone children,” said Elle.

“In fact, get ready for bed now, it’s late,” said Mr. Osberg.

“Okay,” they all said filing out.

The children got ready for bed. They were all in their matching pajamas and had brushed their teeth. Gemma supervised. They filed back in just as Werner and Elle were leaving. Goodbyes were said and Werner complimented Mrs. Osberg on her wonderful singing.

“You are so wonderful Lita, I’m very impressed,” he said, every bit like his character on TV, just a little bit softer and not so stern and arrogant, almost shy.

“Thank you! My pleasure,” she answered demurely, the true social hostess.

“You have to come back again,” said Mr. Osberg.

“You play the violin lovely,” added Mrs. Osberg. “Very sweet.”

Children, say good bye to Mr. Klempner,” said Mr. Osberg gently.

“Bye, good night. Thanks.”

“Oh, thanks, I had a marvelous time.”

“We did too,” said Eliza.

He bent down on one knee. “Good.”

“Mr. Klempner? Can you…” Eliza begged…

“No, sorry…,” he said, abruptly getting up.

“Please,” they all asked again.

“Not tonight kids, I’m tired.”

The Osbergs walked the couple to the elevator as the kids followed.

“Mr. Klempner, please,” they all begged.

“Children, stop!”

“Okay,” they all said reluctantly, but still hoping against hope.

The elevator came quickly and Eliza tried one last time. She just said,” Please Mr. Klempner, Please????”

He acted like he didn’t hear and went into the elevator.

“Please,” yelled Glenda, then Roy and Rich and finally in a last ditch effort, Eliza yelled, “Do it Mr. Klempner!”

The elevator shut and just as it was going to engage, an arm came out and pushed the elevator doors open. A bald head popped out and uttered loudly “Hogan!!!!! Now get to bed kids!!!!”

All the kids laughed and hooted and Werner Klempner threw them a kiss and left.

“He did it, he did it yea!”

“Can’t wait until I tell the kids at school!”

LET’S NOT FORGET FERN & GINNY – SISTERS OF MERCY!

Eliza reflected as she got ready for school in the clothing her mother set down – Danskin pants, white socks, penny loafers. They were a very boyish style and it would be Glenda who would break out and get her own dressing sense, but Eliza stuck with the Danskins line up until 8th grade. In Mrs. Osberg’s mind it was simpler to handle the high strung daughter. Mrs. Osberg had even attempted to control her oldest daughter’s hair which was out of control “ethnic curly”! She meant well and brought her oldest to the best and upcoming hairdressers that went on to be semi famous doing the hair of presidents and their wives as well as celebrities.

Fern and her sister Ginny were professional governesses Mrs. Osberg had hired, 2 Italian Catholic sisters who were hired even before Vera the Terror before they moved to the UN Plaza!

Eliza remembered how Fern and Ginny came on board after Glenda, the youngest of the Osberg brood was born. Fern had taken a firm hand and interest in Eliza and even had taught the hyper kid how to tie her shoelaces and potty trained her.
Eliza recalled even earlier when Fern would come and when she left Eliza would cry and carry on, thinking that if she kept up the tantrum, Fern would have second thoughts and would come back. When she stayed over she slept in Eliza’s bedroom which had a twin bed set.

Fern was deeply religious, a devout Catholic woman who was trained as licensed nurse! She wore a nurse’s fraternity pin along with medium sized silver cross with an intricately carved figure of Jesus dying on the cross. She had natural abilities to rear children and even nursed Eliza though many accidents and sicknesses.

Soon after the amusement park trauma Eliza had contracted some sort of infection and had a raging fever. She was having hallucinations of a large blimp flying around the room and when Fern was napping in the chair Eliza would have sworn that Fern’s face turned into a wolf. She would stare at it and watch it change from Fern’s face to this hideous wolf’s face that would growl and try and talk to her. It was really Fern snoring, but the girl was so hyper focused that her imagination was bright but out of control, thus the fever intensified the personality trait.

Fern and Mr. Osberg stayed up all night and bathed poor Eliza in alcohol and cold water. The Governess, as Mrs. Osberg referred to her as, sat through the night with Eliza who actually was having hallucinations about many things due to the high temperature. On a whim, Fern started talking to Eliza about how God was watching over her, thinking that maybe the hallucinations would turn nicer. But what happened was that somehow they bonded very closely, especially when Eliza had fallen at the Osbergs country club they belonged to.

She’d been playing with her brother Richard, who had a frozen ice cream pop and Eliza was chasing after him around the pool area. Suddenly Eliza fell down by the same pool her sister had almost drowned a few weeks earlier. At first the spunky girl got up after slipping pretty hard on her left leg. She brushed herself off feeling no pain at first. It wasn’t until the next morning that she awoke to the most excruciating ache on the left side of her leg above the inner thigh.

She’d gone to her father initially. “I fell down Dad.”

“Where,” asked her father Victor, shading his eyes to look across the pool area where he rescued his youngest daughter a few weeks earlier.

“Are you hurt?”

“My left leg,” she pointed to the injured spot. “Here…”

“Here?” He touched the spot, but not hard.

“Yes.”

Richard walked by with the ice cream half eaten, the cause of the fall. Momentarily Eliza forgot the injury and looked longingly at the ice cream. Her dad didn’t seem concerned as he handed her a county club ‘chit’ or ‘chek’ as they were called, for Eliza to get an ice cream cone.

It wasn’t until the next day, Monday, that Eliza felt the searing pain of a torn ligament. Any movement caused tremendous discomfort for the girl, but her dad had gone to work hours before. When the cleaning lady came in to make up the beds, Eliza was full blown crying and traumatized and was in shock from the sudden fall and sustained injury, which had aggravated during the night. When the maid could not budge her, she called Mrs. Osberg who had little patience with the daughter who was prone to temper tantrums and was always crying as a baby, from the moment she was born.

Lita Osberg tried to rouse her daughter out of her crying fit. In the past Eliza would pull something like this. She loved her daughter who looks so much like her, but the little girl tended to “cry wolf” and cry she did, for hours on end!

“Come on Eliza, get up darling…”

“I can’t, I hurt my leg!”

“Stop this carrying on or I’ll call your father!”

She tried to pull Eliza up but it only caused the girl to cry louder with pain.

Her mother never struck her daughter, but this time she lightly tapped her on the butt which had made things worse. Finally, Mrs. Osberg lost patience and left the bedroom just as Fern was coming in for work. She heard the commotion upstairs as the maid pulled Eliza from the bed as the girl was howling in pain.

When Fern ran upstairs she spotted Eliza stooped on the floor crying, face red, tears flowing.

“What’s going on here?” Fern was like a mad mother bear trying to save her cub.

“She’s going nuts,” said the maid in a huff and leaving the room as she hastily made up the bed. Mrs. Osberg came in again. She was wearing her nightgown but was wrapped in a silk robe from Bloomingdale’s.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what’s going on with her, or if it is all in her head…,” said the perplexed maid. “I can’t get her calm.”

“Why is she crying?”

“She’s carrying on about nothing.”

“Now come on Mrs. Osberg, I’ve been a nurse for over 40 years and I don’t think she’s carrying on for nothing. She may be injured. Did something happen?”

Mrs. Osberg stopped in mid step. Now she knew. “Yes, yes, something did happen…She fell down yesterday at the club. But my husband and I thought she was fine.

“I don’t’ think so,” Fern said moving closer to Eliza. “Eliza, what’s wrong Honey?”

“My leg,” said Eliza tearfully.

Fern bent down and took the girl in her arms and soothed her gently. After that it was revealed that Eliza had a major injury and Mr. Osberg was called at his factory in out of State by Mrs. Osberg who now believed her daughter. She came in the bedroom as Fern further soothed Eliza and had her sitting up drinking a vanilla shake she had laced with an antihistamine which would help the nervous girl sleep better.

“Lie still Eliza!”

“I called Mr. Osberg, Fern. I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry Eliza. I love you darling,” said Mrs. Osberg making a big production out of hugging her daughter. She obviously felt guilty now for not realizing there was something wrong. She reached down and stroked her oldest daughter’s curly bushy, out of control hair… She loved her and Eliza sensed this. But for some reason, they missed communicated with each other. Maybe as they got older they would bond like Glenda and mom do! For now they show tolerance toward each other but they did have their moments and moods.

From that moment on, Fern took over caring for Eliza, even taking her to the hospital. Fern seemed to steady Eliza and was capable. They bonded and Fern even called her sister Ginny and between the two of them they began to nurse Eliza even though the doctor wanted to keep Eliza in the hospital due to the extent of the injury and the location of it. And the fact hat Eliza had to remain almost immobile, a tough thing to make Eliza do, but Fern and Ginny were up to the task and managed to watch the little girl in shifts. After they’d give her the mild sedative they would sit with her and talk about Jesus and how he will always be at her right side no matter what and to always pray and not be afraid if he appears to her. He isn’t a ghost. He’s the Holy Ghost. Eliza took it all to heart and studied it well. They were amazed. But Mrs. Osberg was not liking it one bit. She constantly tried to stop the teachings but no one would budge, not even Mr. Osberg would breach it with Fern, and told his wife so! “What harm can it do? We can teach her about a Jewish faith we don’t really practice?”

Eliza remembered very well how she would wake up in the middle of the night having to go to the bathroom, being in such agony…. But either Ginny or Fern would gently carry her to the toilet. Finally, right before the Osbergs were planning to move to the UN Plaza in New York City, Eliza was healing at home. The Osbergs were amazed at this. Fern and Ginny loved her children, especially her most difficult daughter Eliza! But Eliza would always pray to Jesus as Fern instructed when the pain was at its height, toward the end of the healing process.

Eliza would always remember them, even though by the time Arafat’s plane landed, they were coming to stay during the times the Osbergs went on vacation, taking their older sons with them.

One memory Eliza recalled was how Ginny would make a foot concoction out of vinegar and Athletes foot liquid, and then wrap her feet in plastic after applying the smelly goo. She’s sleep all night like that, the odor wafting in and out.

But the best was when Fern would take Eliza and Glenda to her house on Lyon Avenue, which described what Fern represented … A lioness and her little cubs. In fact, Glenda was deathly afraid of dogs until Fern introduced them to Mitzy her beloved Beagle.

At fist Glenda was scared and cried when Mitzy trotted in, her little paws going ‘tit tat tit’ on the shiny linoleum in Fern’s kitchen. At that time, Fern’s daughter Gayle lived with her parents Al and Fern, but Al and Fern had separate beds and photos and paintings of Jesus and Mary up on the walls in all forms of painting and design. The eggshell walls were chock full of Jesus in many mediums, even candles with his picture. The old style home had a happy children’s vibe and Eliza always felt safe and secure there.

It was one day during Easter vacation that the Osberg girls were at Ferns. Glenda had been avoiding the dog daily. While at church, Fern had whispered to Eliza to pray hard that Glenda would like Mitzy, and that if Eliza prayed hard enough it would happen!

When the group came back from church, Mitzy made a bee line for Glenda. At first Glenda began crying, but suddenly her younger sister’s face un-contorted. Her tears turned joyous and her face turned up from the frown that threatened to suppress a giggle as Mitzy charmed her and won her over.

But the real inner feelings Eliza felt were for the new religious world that Fern opened and instilled in her. She took to the Mass and the giving of communion, Jesus, and his story as well; saying prayers and forgiveness, plus more valuable lessons. Fern’s sister Ginny was one of several sisters of Fern, but Eliza remembered Ginny’s husband would make fun of her when she cried or was in distress. He’d say, “Sing for us Eliza, sing!” It made Eliza cry harder and more violently, especially when Arthur would mimic her. But all and all they all had good hearts.

Once the family moved to New York City at the UN, she would come with Ginny and even help Gemma with meals and cleaning. Eliza always had trouble sleeping so would wake up and not being able to sleep she would seek out Fern, who was not about to sleep on 25 cups of coffee a day. She was painting the molding around the apartment at 2 a.m.

Many times Fern would let Eliza stay up and they’d talk about God and many issues as did Eliza and her father.

Eliza and her sister would spend many Easters and Christmases with Fern’s family. The sisters in both camps were close. The Osbergs usually took their older boys to South America or St. Martin in the Caribbean and would leave the girls home mostly due to Eliza’s hyperness and they just thought Glenda was still to young or they would have taken the child. And they did notice that Eliza wanted to go, the boys were half and half, feeling dragged, and that Glenda would fight them on it and cry and want to stay home to play in her room and see her friends and talk on the phone to her other friends. She didn’t want to go to Aruba, so they obliged her and brought Rich and Roy. Poor Roy sat in the sun the first day too long and spent the whole vacation almost having to be hospitalized, but Mr. Osberg took over nursing his oldest boy from sun stroke, which had hit the kid pretty hard. He was a lobster ready to be boiled and eaten. They slaved on Noxzema and tried to make the boy comfortable with ice and ice cream and cold things to drink, coca cola, and finally the doctor suggested a sedative, so the teen slept most the time until they bundled him up and flew him home first class.

CAMP SUNNINGDALE, LAKE SEBEGO MAINE 1968-1973

Eliza was 6 years old when her parents sent her to a sleep-away camp in Lake Sebego Maine. Camp Sunningdale, an all girls camp where they swam, did sports, arts and crafts, campfires, sleep outs, even Broadway plays, plus songfests and camp competitions, as well as many other activities. But Capture the Flag seemed to be an all time favored through the years.

Eliza enjoyed the Arts and Crafts and when the art counselor Annie picked up a creativity and imaginative streak in Eliza, 6 year old Eliza would celebrate the next 5 birthdays at Sunningdale.

It was a sprawling camp with volleyball courts, basketball courts, badminton, arts and crafts shack, social hall, and a quaint looking lake front and ski dock. A boathouse and beautiful dining hall and lodge with a huge fireplace and various forest animals upon the walls. Even a small little island in the middle of the lake that the older girls would swim to. You could see a cute little dock and sun deck, with small hut with goodies and a fridge of sodas and fruit and package Twinkies!

Havi Gold and his family ran the summer camp. There were 10 cabins, girls ages 6 – 16, and then a descent C.I.T. program yielded year after year of summer fun for Eliza.

Her favorite was how the girls in her bunk would role-play. One particular girl Samantha, who everyone called Sam, a very boyish Jewish girl with jet black hair and braces, was the leader and a bit of a bully. For the most part the camp was wonderful and fun for Eliza, but there were some small differences. Eliza was extremely high strung and hyper, some saw it as a problem.

Havi Gold had been informed of a few problems between Eliza and the other kids. They were teasing her and she’d been prone to car sickness therefore had to be left behind with one counselor and that was debatable. But she had a nice spirit and was not violent. Her counselor Annie had good positive things to say about the little girl. As the summer of 1968 came and went Eliza grew up a bit. By the end of August after her 7th birthday celebrated by all in the dining hall, Eliza went on her first canoe trip down the Saco River with the older girls after she begged and begged the head counselor.

They had even gone on another small scale camp-out beyond Sunningdale perimeters at a discreet camp ground. But they were rained out within a few hours and had to go back to camp. Believe it or not the Saco trip rained out as well, although it was a rainy summer in Maine, for the most part Eliza’s first summer camp experience went well. There were a few problems with the other kids, but nothing that would prevent her from returning. Even though most in her bunk had not liked her and more or less teased her. Also, before the first camp out, she had also signed up to go on a mountain climb, and if her counselor Annie had not gone along, Eliza didn’t know if she would have made it back downhill.

It sounded a bit more glamorous on paper in Eliza’s mind when she read the description on the sign up sheet. She had a deep love for American Indians and being at the camp gave her new insight and activities to pursue. Her high enthusiasm made it at first easy to accept her on the camp outs and climbing expeditions, but once she was there it was a whole other ballgame. She was prone to volunteering and being the first on the list, but by the time the first campout and the end of the mountain trip, Eliza was in better shape and understood what it would be like. So by the Saco River trip Eliza was willing and ready and felt she could do it, actually imagined herself doing it. She faired well on the third trip down the Saco River. All was well until the rains started soon after they were on the water, a light drizzle. One canoe had capsized having the male counselor and two campers soaked and super wet. But they made it to the campground and set up tents and began the process of dinner and fire tending.

By the time evening fell, it was pouring buckets of cats and dogs. Everyone went to one tent, but eventually was soaked to the bone, but somehow the counselors kept the fire going.

Eliza ended up sleeping in Annie’s lap throughout the ordeal and felt safe and secure. She dosed and awoke a few times to find the rain rising. Half sleeping and half awake she remembered being carried by the kind quiet counselor Annie into the only secure dry tent. There were 8 other girls in their group alone, and another counselor there and they all huddled watching out the tent flap for someone to rescue them as were the groups of older girls in the same boat. They were calm and Sam was even jovial and told a few jokes.

Another rain out and Havi Gold had to drive the old station wagon they all dubbed “The Old Grey Mare” all the way around the river until he found them and piled them all in old klunker of a auto at 2:00 AM.

Along with the camp out Eliza loved the camp dog Tiffy. Havi owned an aging black Labrador. She followed the dog all over and really loved Tiffy. Her second summer at Sunningdale she even got picked as a gag to play Tiffy in the camper/counselor day where counselors and campers changed roles for a day. She dressed in a black leotard, black socks and a pair of Mickey Mouse ears. Eliza spent that day walking on all fours like Tiffy and even sitting under Havi’s desk while Robin the C.I.T. playing Mr. Gold fed Eliza M & M’s just like Havi did with the real Tiffy…

It was Eliza’s 3rd summer … 1970. This time Glenda was sent along with Eliza. She was 6 and cute as a button. Unlike Eliza’s tomboyish ways and loud manner and the fact she was always teased and picked on by the other children, and was afraid of the lake, and had problems being in a shower stall, Glenda was the opposite and like a little angel, cute face and baby personality. The youngest Osberg child was more subdued, more normal looking.

Glenda started to really shine when “color war” broke out and the camp went into heavy competition with them breaking into two teams, blue and gold. Glenda was the camp mascot and they would dress her up in team themes like a mermaid for the blue teams Tempest theme. When the teams marched to breakfast they carried Glenda on a huge surf board. She was like a little queen on a throne when she said to Havi, “Come up and see me sometime!”

It was a good gag and Havi ate it up, he loved it so much, he wanted it done again at lunch and dinner for his guests and camper alumni. It was no secret that Havi Gold loved Broadway and always judged the best musicals and songfest competition when it was Broadway themed, and the C.I.T's who were the future counselors, knew this and would bend the teams to reflect that to try and win the completion. One summer Eliza gleefully played in the chorus of a Westside Story spoof for Color War where she was a ‘Jet” gang member and even got to carry and fake Jim Bowie knife at her belt and they let her wear a feather in a coonskin cap, thanks to Annie again. That year it was Broadway vs. Westside Story and Glenda stood at the center dressed in a show girl outfit looking like a little glamour queen. A surfboard painted silver was brought out with much fanfare and the campers were dressed in black tie and tails with the old ‘Fred Astaire” top-hats and canes. They sang Broadway tunes changed to blue and gold team fight songs. It was amazing to watch. Eliza’s team came on stage and did a spoof of ‘Officer Krupke’ directed at Havi, using things that had happened throughout the competition and summer that warranted reprimanding.

After the songfest, Havi had his aides had out the new summer yearbook, a beautiful, colorful book with a pictorial of the summer. And there was Glenda smack dab in the center of the camp photo yearbook cover sitting on the shoulders of Havi’s daughter Jani. Then one summer another little girl named Lori Osberg (no relation to the Osbergs) showed up. She was darkly cute as a button as opposed to Glenda’s light blond look. So Lori then became the second mascot after she threw a small tantrum to get that position. She was not even close to the pixy looking Glenda or the cute beauty she possessed. Even Eliza was envious of Glenda and remembered that when she was 6, she never was asked to be a mascot. In fact, the third summer when they announced camper/counselor day again
and no one mentioned her playing Tiffy, so Eliza went up to Havi and asked. He was half paying attention to her, but nodded his head which to Eliza was a “yes” so she ran as fast as lightning to her bunk and stated to get ready and screaming “I’m going to play Tiffy, I’m going to play Tiffy!”

At lunch she’d acted up at the table and was disruptive and bratty so the counselor Lyn who was sitting at the table that day ran up to Eliza as she was running out of her cabin to the main office to play Tiffy. Robin was playing Havi again and was just making an announcement of rest period and that the candy bag would be coming to each cabin. Lyn screamed at Eliza, “No you are not playing Tiffy!”

Eliza froze in place, tears forming. “But Havi said I could.”

“No Eliza, you are not going to play TIffy this year.”

“Why!” She began crying and carrying on.

“Because of the way you acted at the table… Atrocious!”

“I want to play Tiffy, please Lyn!”

“You have to grow up Eliza. You are not 6 years old anymore, you have to be mature.

Eliza began crying hysterically.

“Come on Eliza, let’s take a walk…”

Eliza walked with Lyn to an old abandoned camp ground. They talked for almost one hour and Eliza had calmed down, Lyn reached into her pocket and gave Eliza a pack of Atomic Fire Balls. “I know you missed canteen so here, this is for you!”

“Thank you Lyn,” sniffed Eliza.

“You are a very special little girl,” said Lyn.

“I don’t feel special.”

“But you are,” said Lyn as they walked back to camp. A few campers were staring openly and knew Eliza was in some sort of trouble.

At that moment Lyn handed Eliza an opened letter. “Sorry you didn’t get this after lunch but you were acting so horrible at lunch that I didn’t want you to get it just yet. It’s a special letter from a cartoonist friend your mother’s. All the staff recognized his name Bob Kane! Look, he even made little cartoons of Batman and Robin. She handed it to Eliza. “Let’s read it in the back porch.”

They walked to the back porch and sat at a picnic table and Eliza read it out loud. “Dear Sweetpea, have to make this short as I am getting ready to write some new Batman material! I’ve drawn Robin to keep you company at camp. Thanks for your letter. Your mother gave it to me and you are a real Gemma to write me. Take care and have fun. I’ll send you more comic books too! Love Bob Kane a.k.a. Batman!

“That’s amazing Eliza. He wrote you! How many girls get that,” praised Lyn trying to bring the girl up to her usual high intensity.

“Thanks. Can I play Tiffy now?

“Eliza, now you know you can’t play Tiffy any longer. You’re a smart girl, why do you act like a dum-dum so much when you are so intelligent?”

“I don’t know.”

Eliza went back to her cabin where everyone saw her outburst and knew Lyn had put a damper on Eliza’s dreams of playing Tiffy the camp dog.

“How dumb, she cries ‘cause she can’t play an old smelly dog,” said Betsy to Sam.

“You know Eliza, she’s weird!”

“I know,” said Betsy, and all those around her nodded in agreement.

“Hey, stop talking about Eliza,” piped up Amy, a nice girl from New Jersey. Eliza ignored all of them and just changed into a yellow tee shirt and blue shorts and climbed onto her top bunk. Then Robin as Havi came on the P.A. asking the blue and gold teams to line up.

"Glenda Osberg and Lori Osberg report to the C.I.T. cabin for your costumes.”

A cabin door slammed and Glenda ran very quickly, and soon another cabin door slammed and Lori Osberg from Newton Mass ran in the same direction. Believe it or not they were NOT related, just shared the same last name, but it was strange.

“Hi Glenda, “yelled a few people. She waved happily. The girl was like a celebrity at the camp. She would even eventually get the lead in the plays put on by the camp every summer, which were all Broadway hits like Carousel, Oklahoma, Sound of Music, and Oliver! Glenda could sing like her mom and had a certain something. Eliza had it but her hyperism hid it and she came off as flighty, high strung and off the wall. Any talent was lost in a whirl of the fast talking and jerky motions. Most could not take the keen imagination and the out of the control personality that she had inherited from her mother’s high energy and opera singing attitude. Highly based on emotion, very excitable and quick to break a glass, spill the water, drop a plate, not paying attention.

Eliza’s curly hair went in all directions and unlike Glenda’s straight brown locks. Glenda’s feet were small and delicate awhile Eliza’s were as her dad said, ‘gun boats!’ Glenda also seemed socially planted and well adjusted there.

The only thing running against Glenda that first summer at Sunningdale was the fact that the “It” girl was potty trained by Vera the Terror, the housekeeper Eliza’s parents had hired and who wielded some stiff punishments on Glenda. Glenda would hold her bowels and sometimes had “accidents”. In fact, in Glenda’s first summer at Sunningdale she would almost hold it in and almost go in her pants or would cry and hold it in until she couldn’t, as if she was terrified to go naturally like most her age. She had grown out of it by the middle of July when Havi Gold took her aside and said, “Oh Glenda, no more accidents.” Believe it or not, he got his daughter Jani and another one of Glenda’s young counselors to re-potty train the young sweet girl. But her cute appeal seemed to have Havi take a special interest with the help of his daughter who really took a shine to Glenda. The truth was that Havi loved that mermaid routine and kept having her do it over and over. Even Glenda got bored with it. And Havi was also very impressed with Glenda’s mother’s Broadway background and made no mistake about it, he rolled out the red carpet when the Osbergs arrived on Visiting Day in Mid August and Glenda was playing Oliver in the musical they were putting on at the camp! In fact, Dina their cousin was playing Mr. Bumble and Eliza’s best bunk mate friend was playing Artful Dodger, this girl from Illinois named Jill!

Even at Roy and Richard’s camp across the lake from the girls, word has spread there that the production was open to them and Havi had put out the message to them that they were invited so there was going to be a huge barbecue and then the play later in the evening.

Eliza watched her parents in the darkness of the Social Hall as Glenda sang “Where is Love?” Eliza saw the tears in her mother’s sparkling hazel eyes, and she could smell her mother’s signature perfume.

Eliza prayed to Jesus and thanked him for making Glenda not soil herself and she didn't, which made her much more normal.

Afterwards everyone hugged and sang the Sunningdale theme, “Friends, Friends, Friends, We Will Always Be…” It was strange for Eliza to see her parents, so well dressed, standing outside beside a campfire as candles lit the paths and walkways of Sunningdale, and singing was heard in every corner. Havi loved singing, especially the Broadway standards so even that summer they utilized Eliza for a very important song, a medley of standards rewritten to reflect what happened during the summer. Not just when they read your name and then read a song title you most fit. Eliza still remembered hers … “I had the strangest dream last night!” She chuckled at the meaning and recalled waking up and telling the girls about what she dreamt and it was so vivid that they were in secret awe over it. Annie saw that right away about Eliza, she was destined for writing or art career, Annie was sure of it.

The best of the night for Eliza and Annie is when a special award was presented at the end, a special title, called “Maturity” which went to Eliza Osberg. At first Eliza froze in her seat, and then she shyly went up and received her award. It was a 3 by 5, very professionally done card that was signed by Havi himself, plus by Lyn, and even the tennis counselor Danny Blatt, who also liked Eliza’s spunk and enthusiasm and how the little tomboy would volunteer first for anything new even if she’d never done it, and usually she was not get it, but she would try, then the next time they found that she had an incredible back hand so it was not a total loss, so he signed the award.

But even at Sunningdale they wanted to hear Mrs. Osberg do a few standards or opera tunes just to enrich the children of course. Mrs. Osberg would greatly oblige and make the once large stage to Eliza seem very small because of her mother’s large presence and voice. She sang her heart out to anything they played. She even sang the song she sang to them at bed time and then some opera standards and even the Papers, Papers song the girl’s so loved. It brought the house down and even for once Eliza wasn’t embarrassed or overwhelmed. These kids were rich and knew culture so it was easier to fit in and feel proud like she should! Mrs. Osberg was a talent all her own and it showed on her kids very much!

And Eliza’s love for American Indians only enhanced her art and creative niches that they were bringing out at Sunningdale! It had been good for both girls in many ways. Her love for Indians truly came out that summer of 1968. Once ensconced in the arts and crafts shack Eliza began creating acrylic paintings on canvas of faces of Indian chiefs and Indian themed landscapes.

There was a hat contest coming up and the whole camp, including Havi and his staff were to make hats and then parade around the social hall and winners and prizes would be awarded.

Eliza worked on an Indian bonnet decorating it nicely and creatively. She also decided to add a nice touch and offered to do a speech by Chief Joseph of the Nez Pierces when he surrendered to General Crook in 1877. No one else made speeches and it was a bit odd, but they said yes once Annie stepped up to the stage. She had paved the way for people to understand this little girl some called “odd-ball”.

Earlier in the day Eliza was hanging around the Art shack waiting for Annie to get some feathers to decorate the bonnet. There was a totem pole by the shack and Eliza looked up and saw a strange hat sitting way at the top. “I wonder what that is.” She said pointing up.

Eliza looked at the hat in the totem pole for a bit. She circled it and no one was there until Annie showed up and got the feathers. She went back to her cabin and continued decorating her Indian hat, and working on her speech. About one hour passed and it was almost time for lunch, then the continuance after rest hour. The winners would be picked by everyone… Majority … Just as lunch was announced by the ringing of a big bell near the dining hall, Havi Gold came on the P.A. and announced “Attention, attention, all counselors and campers somewhere on the grounds of Sunningdale we hid a special hat. Anyone that finds it will get a special prize!” Suddenly as Eliza finished her chieftain bonnet a flash came to her!

“The hat in the totem pole!”

She jumped up excitedly.

“What’s up Eli,” Asked Jill, her bunk mate, calling Eliza by her tomboyish pet name.

“I know where the hat is!”

“Hey, everyone, “ said Jill. “She knows where the hat is!”

“Cool, where?

“Follow me,” said Eliza triumphantly. Everyone, including Annie ran behind Eliza who made a sprint to the totem pole on the hill.

“There it is, up there! Look!” Eliza pointed up to the top of the Indian symbol. Everyone was cheering and yelling and jumping up and down.

“Eliza Osberg and her bunk mates have found the hat!”

Everyone filed into the dining hall after a big fanfare and order was restored. Lunch was cold cuts, sandwiches, King Cole potato chips, dill pickles, grape bug juice and ice cream for dessert. The rest hour, then canteen candy, and then everyone was supposed to report to the Social Hall for hat festivities.

Eliza saw Glenda who was wearing a small cardboard cutout of a hat, but she’d glued different colored sparkles on it, so it actually looked like one of the better ones of her age group.

All Eliza could think of was the prize she won for her cabin. Maybe it’s dinner at DJ’s Café in town, or maybe candy or something good to eat. Everyone paraded around showing off the hats. There were many styles, trends and shapes. Havi came in with his usual entourage. The head counselor and her husband, Havi's daughter Jani, and Havi’s pretty girlfriend June. The two riding counselors stuck like glue on the outskirts.

Havi held court on the stage and judged the young cabins first, and of course Glenda won a prize a pack of M & M’s. Others won candy mostly! When it was time for Eliza’s age group the candy was gone so they have I O U’s for candy ands soda.

Then Eliza’s bunk paraded by. Eliza asked the judges, “You know we found the hat right?”

“Yes, Eliza, we all know. We are all aware of it,” said Jani officially.

The end came finally with winners awarded except for Eliza’s bunk.

“What happened to our prize, Havi?” Asked Eliza boldly.

“Be more patient. That’s a problem for you, Eliza,” snapped Havi.

“Hey, aren’t you making a speech?” asked the head counselor, trying to break the tension.

Eliza had changed her mind and didn't want to do it.

“I’m not.”

“Oh?” Havi got up and shooshed everyone with … “Hey everyone, Eliza’s going to do a speech now!”

“No I’m not. I don’t even have my hat,” said Eliza losing her high morale.

At the end of the social hall Eliza’s bunkmates sat in back. Sam, Betsy and Jill grabbed Eliza’s Chief Bonnet and did Indian yells and whoops to get more attention. “Here is your bonnet Chief Eliza!”

Havi announced Eliza again. The room quieted except for the occasional subdued laughter of some campers. All attention riveted on Eliza Osberg. She was nervous but began a speech she’d read over and over again or role-played with her friends. A dozen times or more: “Tell General Howard I know his heart. What he told me before I have in my heart. I am tired of fighting. Our chiefs are killed. Looking Glass is dead. TooHulHulsote is dead. The old men are all dead. It is the young men who say yes or no. He who led the young men is dead. It is cold and we have no blankets. The little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them, have run away to the hills, and have no blankets, no food; no one knows where they are… perhaps freezing to death. I want to have time to look for my children and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. Here me my chiefs, I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever!”

For a split second no one did a thing, just frozen in a time frame, then someone clapped, and then the whole auditorium was clapping and cheering. They were surprised but she did it! They took her on their shoulders and carried her around the social hall. It was embarrassing but more bearable than being singled out and teased as they were prone to do to Eliza.

The campers made Indian calls, bird calls and whoops and yells, especially Sam and Jill.

“What about our prize,” asked Eliza in the microphone.

“At dinner kids,” said Havi, making a quick getaway.

His entourage followed and swallowed him up like a clam. Annie came up and hugged Eliza. “Very good, Eliza…Very good speech. You didn’t even have to use the book!”

“Thanks.”

“You were great,” said Jill.

“Yea, you were,” everyone agreed.

Glenda came by and congratulated her sister. Richard and Roy were there too and ran up to her in their matching camp outfits of Skylemar, a camp they had attended summer after summer, after a few years of going to the youth center’s camp Wineko…

“There’s a lot of talent here,” said Annie.

“Hey Glenda, do that Mae West thing,” asked someone in the crowd.

Without much prompting Glenda struck a sexy pose and aid, “Come up and see me sometime!”

Everyone broke in laughter and applause.

“God, two sisters with so much between them,” said Annie, trying to push Eliza too, not just her pretty sister.

“What about our prize Annie?”

“Yes, what is it?”

“I don’t know, we’ll see at dinner.”

“Did Havi tell you?

“No, he didn’t.”

“Well, Kids, don’t worry, it will be nice, whatever it is…”

They went back to the cabin and got ready and cleaned up for the afternoon activities, which were taking place at the lake. A lot of the kids were being tested and moving up from beginners to intermediates, and advanced swimmers. Eliza was afraid of the water and thanks to Suki the swim counselor, and Annie, Eliza had overcome! She also had overcome her fear of showering in the shower stalls. A lot of her quirks alienated her from the other kids. And her sister was cute and spunky, but also had some bathroom issues too. Annie had enjoyed meeting the Osbergs who did not stay for the hat contest, which disappointed both Annie and Eliza, but it was what it was. Visiting day had turned out fantastic for all and the Osberg had brought cute gifts and candy and food to their girls. Eliza would probably sleep in her new genuine moccasins that said “Streaker” on them! They were a size too big but it didn’t matter. She loved it.

Later on the lake, Eliza and Jill took out a canoe. They role-played Indian warriors and Annie watched them handling the canoe. Eliza was in the bow controlling it. Annie realized that the girl was very positive, and that was due to the fact that Eliza went on those trips two summers ago. Now she could handle the canoe and had the gumshoe to give a speech like that. Camp had been good for her and she had grownup, even now unafraid of the close walls of the shower stall. She always volunteered for new things and activities even though she’d never done them.
There was resilience in her, a hyper ball of fire. So many gifts, her mother is a beautiful woman, well accomplished concert pianist and opera singer, Broadway success! But it would seem most of the favoritism went to Glenda, who obviously was more normal, even calmer. The afternoon came to a nice end, even Eliza won the greased watermelon contest, grabbing it and running down the beach. Everyone was very excited about what the prize would be and knew that Eliza had come through for them. All though dinner anticipation was brewing with Eliza and her cabin mates. Finally, after along drawn out dinner and announcements, Eliza’s cabin was up front and Havi’s girlfriend June handed out blue and gold pennants with Sunningdale written on it in yellow stitch.

“This is it?” Asked Sam, who was expecting more.

“Yes, that is it.”

“What a rip,” said Betsy.

“Awwww.”

Havi knew it might be harsh, but the crescendo was growing too large and he didn’t want his campers to lose the sense of humbleness. They had expected to win something grand, so he downplayed it, like a tough love dad. Annie realized what had happened, and right then and there she had a plan that would give the girls the prize they so deserved. Havi is wrong on this one.

So Annie decided right then and there that these kids were going to get the best prize kids love. She was planning to raid the kitchen that evening very late, around midnight when everything was quiet. So when they got back to their bunk that evening for the night, Annie gathered them all into the backroom and told them the plan. They all agreed and wanted to do it. Most of them really felt cheated. It was all so unnecessary.

“So we’re gonna’ raid the kitchen,” asked Sam.

“Yes, we are…with me directing the onslaught.”

“Alright!”

“Here’s the plan kids…”

“Is Suki in on it too?” Asked Eliza.

“I told Suki to get into the kitchen through the dock path below the kitchen cellar! It opens easily, that’s where we will go. Follow me kids, and be quite.” She stared at Eliza and said, “Be like Eliza’s Indian friends!”

Everyone chuckled and agreed.

They sneaked out into the night under the cover of darkness. It was cloudy and the only light was the softball field mosquito traps that glowed like little satellites suspended above on wires. Eliza slinked along and emanated her favorite Indian Geronimo of the Apaches. Annie had even allowed her to put on a little war paint on her cheeks with colored clay and even wear her Indian hat she had made. Everyone knew Eliza loved her Indians, so they played along. But she was still teased relentlessly. This time she was in her limelight, mostly thanks to Annie.

“Everyone watch how Eliza acts this time, kids…”

“That speech blew me away,” said Sam to Eliza.

“Thanks Sam,” said Eliza, amazed at it all.

“Yes, me too, I liked it.”

Eliza had prayed as instructed by Fern in a fevered letter to the girl a week earlier. Fern had said she needed to pray to God to soften the hearts of those around her who have hurt her or helped her! Jesus had done his job!

They all came close to the opening at the kitchen cellar. They easily slipped in and before anyone could blink twice they were in the food cellar and going into the freezers and ice cream caches. Eliza found root beer pops and began eating them. She found a huge tin of King Cole Potato chips and opened it and ate to her hearts content. They found a big chocolate cake for a future birthday that week. They all shared a slice and ate it all quickly….

“No evidence!”

Everyone quietly rummaged around the cellar and got candy, peaches, fruit, ice cream, soda and many snacks. Jill ran over with a cheese bottle and was spreading it over an ice cream cone….

Everyone nibbled on granola, Twinkies, ho-ho’s, ding dongs, raisins, peanuts, pretzels, some even making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches mixed with cereal. Eliza saw Sam eating a bag of raw oatmeal.

It was then that Eliza was drawn to the front cellar door. There was a stairwell that led up to the softball field. Eliza looked into the darkness and saw what looked like an old woman with a shawl standing on the steps glaring down at them. She tried to say “Who are you,” but the words were frozen in her throat. She turned to show Jill or Annie, but when she turned, the image was gone. Then they heard shrieking on the field and clamored up carefully, not revealing they were hiding there.

The C.I.T.’s were running around the field covered in masks and white sheets and they were scaring everyone and spooking each other. They must have been drunk on their day off, or maybe even on some type of drug of that time, the Sixties, which was the intention of the game they played. Little campers squirmed in their beds at the shrieks so late in the evening. Some other counselors ran into the field and were being spooked by the crazy counselors in training. It was all confusing and jumbled but they left out the back door. Eliza looked again and at the same time a counselor was grabbed by a ghost, it was the other swimming counselor Mary from Texas. She played guitar at campfire evenings and was very animated and intense. But she was grabbed by someone and when Mary pulled the sheet off it was the shy C.I.T. that was with Eliza always wondered could be a C.I.T. she was just so shy! She didn’t seem shy at that second. The young C.I.T. Faith was smiling and seemed like she was possessed on L.S.D. in Eliza’s opinion!

Annie told them that this was the real prize and to play like we didn’t do a thing. They all were prompted and if they were good at acting they will get away with it. So they took all they could carry that would not melt and left the premises the way they’d entered.

“I saw a ghost!”

“What do you mean Eliza?” Asked Annie.

“It was an old woman!”

“Sara Hayden,” said Annie.

“Who?

“Sara Hayden owned this property many years ago. They say she is buried under the lodge, which is the cellar we were in. Are you sure it wasn’t one of the C.I.T.’s?”

“I’m sure. It was different,” said Eliza.

“Well, don’t mention it anymore! Be good and quiet. Even Geronimo knew when to be quiet…okay?”

“Yes!”

“Now everyone follow me and our little chief here.”

The kids laughed and quietly hooted like Indians.

They slowly made there way back to their cabin and once safely inside they had a big party in the backroom. Candy, potato chips, cake, soda, ice cream and snacks, even fruit and milk. Chocolate milk shakes and even scoops of Italian ice!

They stayed up most of the night. And then quietly took the evidence into the woods and buried it. They all walked back arm and arm and went into the cabin and went straight to bed. In the morning the bell rang for breakfast and at the flag pole they knew that Havi Gold was pissed and looking for blood.

“Someone raided the kitchen last night and left the doors all open, and now everything is ruined!”

There was a mumble in the crowd. But Annie knew she had locked everything up and probably for the first time she realized it was a set up and Havi had come in later on and opened the doors making the kitchen raid like a criminal offense and someone would have to pay. He already had his suspicions and he couldn’t believe it if it was revealed to be true. Breakfast was a solemn affair. Havi made many announcements and a lot of people took the floor and talked about lying, deceit and trust.

“How could you do that? How could you be so selfish as to ruin it for the others, who ever you are!!!”

Annie wanted to blurt out that the CIT’s always raided the kitchen and sometimes played ghosts. Havi knew about it, but was reluctant to say a word about it. He knew instinctively that it was Eliza’s cabin that did it, with Annie’s help! But no proof was found even when he sent a few cronies to search Cabin 9, and they found nothing amiss. So the whole camp would suffer instead and were all confined to their cabins until dinner! No games, no talking, no nothing. Just lie on the bunks and meditate on what had been done.

Annie held a private meeting in the backroom.

“Don’t worry kids… We are in the clear okay?

“How,” asked Betsy, who was prone to crying when agitated.

“We sit tight and let the heat pass, just like the Apaches did, right Eliza…What did they do in this case….”

“Oh, they would fade into the desert and lick their wounds, then go to their stronghold in the old country of Arizona and lay low!”

“Right!” Annie held them together. “Hold my hand everyone….Good. Now, promise to keep cool and let me handle this, okay kids?”

They all agreed…

They all went to bed and Annie left to talk with Havi. She talked to him for many hours and now he realized it was the CIT’s that left the door open. She told him about the CIT’s and the ghosts and goblins thing they did. He knew about it. He would talk with them. If anything they would fess up that they left the doors open. Annie admitted that they did raid the kitchen but they took very little and locked up everything.

“I believe you. But you should not have done it.”

“I realize that, but the kids were so down about the prizes they got, like they were overlooked.”

“They were not acting humble and had to be brought down a notch. But you got what you wanted, so let’s call it even, okay?”

“You got it Havi…”

She left and went back to the cabin and went to bed.

ELIZA AND THE INDIANS

Just as Lita Osberg coveted her ketchup, oldest daughter Eliza loved American Indians. Indian dolls, Indian outfits, an Indian on Halloween, Indian statues, Indian anything! Everyone knew what to get Eliza, no matter what holiday. Although she spent her birthdays at Sunningdale in the summers, even there she received Indian themed gifts. No one could figure out why she loved American Indians except to say that Eliza did act like a wild Indian.

Eliza would always quiz her mom and dad as to why she loved Indians, and when she got older she would have her answer. But for now it just was Eliza! It seemed to always be with her all her life. When they moved to the UN Plaza and she started going to the youth club where she met Glen Harris and Gary Dennis. They got a group of kids together and played cowboys and Indians, which to Eliza was the greatest fun. They would meet every Saturday all day in Central Park, or the bowling alley, or East End Bowling Alley near York & Amsterdam Avenues; even Van Cortland Park near Queens; taking the Circle Line Ferry to Randall’s Island, which at that time was a storage facility for the Navy during World War II! There along with trips to The Statue of Liberty (there was a small park there), where Glen and Eliza perfected the game of Cowboys and Indians!

Eliza and Glen got into the feel of the game, which sometimes started out a bit lame and shy, but picked up speed when the kids got comfortable with each other and what they were doing, plus establishing the normal pecking order of that sort of thing took time. She was Chief Geronimo of the Apaches and Glen General Custer and, they would star to play their roles to the hilt, time flew Everyone wanted to be on Eliza’s side and it would be like a baseball game when they actually picked teams.

Casper Fuss, a small boned little Persian boy was always the last person, and usually Eliza picked him and he’d remain by her side as Geronimo’s cousin in real life Natchez did, throughout the game, which would get pretty rough with rock throwing and sticks flinging, dirt faced children running a muck with Geronimo and Custer at the head of the pack a.k.a Eliza and Glen Harris.

Eliza felt so alive, so close to the Indians when they played this game at the youth group. Central Park had bushes and rocks to climb on and get lost in. The game would progress only breaking for lunch at Noon usually, then it was back to business of the old west. They would find sticks and rub the tips on the concrete to make spears and knives and swords. Poor Casper had the funny name and was wimpy, but Eliza took the little kid under her wing when they pretended to attack the fort where Custer was holed up with his group. It was just a simple role-playing in the park, but to Eliza and her group it was more than a game. Casper ran along side Eliza and whooped it up.

Even Eliza’s quiet brother Richard joined up with Eliza’s Indian’s, and played along side his sister who really acted like Geronimo, taking the game to the limit and back again. Glenda never really showed interest and went with the other kids to the playground or to the puppet show or mime sessions.

After a few years of joining up with the same group of kids … Glen, Gary, Casper, and many more, a new face joined them… John Weiner, an only child, a bully who lived at the Excelsior Hotel with his father, parents divorced, both big time Charles Schwab Stocker brokers on Wall Street. John didn’t like Eliza one bit. So one day he had a chance to prove his worth as a bully and a brute and to tell Eliza in so many ways his thoughts. Glen was out sick with flu so John took over.

“You know what,” said John meanly. “This game is boring, stale, ugh!”

“It is not, we’ve been playing for years,” defended Eliza suddenly silently appealing to her hero Geronimo.

The other kids were afraid of John, including Custer when he was there. Gary Denis remained in the back, very quiet. Eliza respected it and didn’t bring him to the surface. Eliza tried to meet John’s dark slate blue eyes, but he wouldn’t look at her

“We’re gonna’ play another way this time,” announced John.

“It doesn’t sound like much fun,” struck out Eliza bravely as she knew Geronimo would have done. At that moment, John took a swipe at her, almost clocking her on her head.

“How?” Asked one boy, stepping up to the plate, fully knowing well that Eliza wasn’t the boss today.

“Well, first of all, you should not be an Indian every time Eliza! You can’t play if you play an Indian,” he said to Eliza not even meeting her gaze. Haughtily he crossed his strong arms in finality. In fact, he’d turned his whole body away from her.

“I don’t want to be a soldier,” said Eliza, standing up to him easily.

“Then you don’t play,” said John petulantly.

No one said a word. What would Geronimo do in this case?

“If you want to play, then you play a dead Indian…. You’ll be killed in the very beginning of the game then you can lie there and play a dead Indian. Everyone knows the only good Indian is a dead Indian,” John proclaimed laughing.

Eliza was crushed, but they halfheartedly started the game anyways. Other kids watched in fascination as John pretended to kill Eliza by the concrete fort. She pretended to die when John came over to her as Custer and said, “You are now dead Indian, slash, cut, pow,” he said aloud, slashing his spear like a sword.

“I shall come back my warriors will kill you all and you are all dead men!” Eliza made one of the biggest death scenes of her life at the youth center and was making the best of it by playing it to the hilt.

As the morning wore on, for the rest of the game, which most of the kids stopped playing and disappeared in to the woods, Eliza stood on the concrete fort watching sadly. John always did this. He must be jealous.

Casper walked over to her. The sweet-faced boy looked up to Eliza like a hero.

“I don’t like that kid,” said Casper, watching John run around like Custer….

“I know, I don’t either… We can only pray to the Great Spirit that he will find peace and my people will have freedom,” said Eliza using Indian accent, and Casper quickly caught on and played along.

“Yes, Geronimo, that white man down there has imprisoned you but I know you will escape and we will head for the hills and away from this place!”

They both laughed.

“Why is John like that Chief?”

“He does not have a brain!”

As they both watched John soaking up all the glory in his own mind, Eliza did notice that some kids dropped out and filtered away.

“Hey Casper, let’s start our own game over there, I’ll get the kids!”

Eliza ran around getting anyone who wanted to play a new Cowboys and Indians game. Kids were joining up with her on the other side of the brush track. Even Richard joined them.

“We’ve just sneaked away like real Indians to play a new silent game! Shhhhhhhhh,” said Eliza.

Eliza had actually gotten a group together and starting a brand new game. John was behind the swing sets with another boy when he noticed his group was thinned out considerably.

“Hey, where’d everyone go?”

“Maybe you killed them all and they ran off,” said the boy.

“Don’t be lame, Lame-o,” said John crassly.

“Hey,” he yelled. “Where did you kids go to?”

If a tumble weed passed by, it would have almost been comical, but John the bully stomped around with his regular cronies while Eliza’s group hid in the bushes laughing softly. At that moment Custer was alone and his group was A.W.O.L.

In frustration John threw his stick into some heavy bush, thinking someone was hiding there. He was yelling to no one in particular. Eliza really felt like Geronimo and his Apaches as her tribe surrounded her like real warriors. Even little Casper looked empowered. Someone brave threw a dried mud ball that hit John in the back making a dirt stain appear on his La Costa tee-shirt.

“Hey, who threw that?” He yelled and stomped like a mad cougar. His face was all contorted and angry like a fussy baby teething and crying, and his face as red as a beet.

“If Glen were here, he’d love this,” whispered Eliza to her group who were all huddled up in the brush, with lots of distance from John!

Lenny came around the bend and Eliza could not help herself. She threw a clump of dirt then signaled everyone to lay low and run under the brush in different directions. Everyone scattered as the dirt projectile hit Lenny square in the face. He turned and saw only John standing there.

“You! Come here!”

“What?” Asked John. “I didn’t do nothin’!”

“Then who?” Asked Lenny very angry and out for blood.

“I don’t know, Lenny.”

"Well, I don’t believe you Mister. Come with me now!”

“But Lenny I didn’t do it!”

“Sure, and I guess your not a bully either!”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Obviously these kids don’t like you!”

“So what,” John said unconcerned.

“You are in trouble kid, come on!” Lenny grabbed John by the collar and pulled him along. He made the bully sit in the van and got the owner Bill who was a calm man and could deal with this. Bill sat in the van talking quietly to the boy.

Everyone gathered around Eliza and then stared a new game of Cowboys and Indians, but this they reenacted Chief Joseph’s surrender, then a big battle scene. John watched them from the van. They could not see him, but he was secretly crying and wanted to get out of the van. He planned on going to his parents and refusing to go to this youth club any longer. They never saw him again after that day. Glen did return the following week, and they played the usual Cowboys & Indians until almost dusk. Time flew by so fast and Eliza enjoyed playing the role.

Later on, many years down the line Eliza would find out that her father had lived with a real Indian woman in the early 1950’s when he was training to be a Navy officer in 1952 San Diego, CA! He’d fallen hard for the Indian lady named Mary who had a clubbed foot but was very attractive and strong. They loved each other and she taught Victor about Indians and their culture and history and Eliza realized that it was passed like a blueprint in her brain of all her father picked up from his relationship with this Indian woman who faded out of his life when he came out of the Navy and met Lita in 1955!

Probably the most pertinent love of Indians Eliza exhibited was when Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Kelley gave her an Indian outfit and accessories of bows/arrows/spears and Indian shields. Usually the outfit was for a girl, so Eliza sewed the skirt into pants and a loin cloth. She wore her Indian moccasin slippers and put on a cute little Indian bonnet and would go out and play like that. Once she wore it to school and most of the kids teased her.

“Eliza, why are you wearing that get up? You are a girl, not a boy!”

“Ha, ha, ha look at Eliza … She looks like a boy in a dress!”

“Shut up, leave me alone!”

“Eliza, you can’t wear that outfit like that. If you want to remain than go take a scissor and cut the sewed up skirt so it’s more lady like. This is not acceptable.

“Yes, Mrs. Greenberg,” said Eliza, feeling like the Indians must have felt when they were sent away to the Indian school in Carlisle, PA!

“Do not under any circumstances ever wear that get up again.”

“I won’t Mrs. Greenberg.”

“Good, now class, I would like to make this incident a learning experience for all of you. Turn to page 101 in your History books.”

Everyone did. It was a chapter on American Indians with a large black and white photo of Geronimo plastered on the front of the chapter page. Eliza almost jumped out of her seat when she saw it.

"Eliza, will you read the first part!”

“The class buzzed and whispered excitedly, and they all knew of Eliza’s love of Indians and the teacher’s love of Eliza.

Eliza read clearly and loudly and with so much feeling and enthusiasm and gusto that the students were starting to respond and listen carefully. Mrs. Greenberg knew how to entice her class, especially using Eliza as a beacon of excitement for learning.

Eliza sensed that Mrs. Greenberg liked her, so she went with it. She recalled as she read the Indian chapter to the class, another time when she’d first started with Mrs. Greenberg. It was the beginning of the year. She was reading a movie magazine about her idol Randy Mantooth from the hit show Emergency (who was rumored to be of American Indian descent) She was sucking on a Charms cherry Blow pop after lunch. Mrs. Greenberg came up behind the girl and grabbed the magazine away roughly. She screamed at Eliza, and didn’t really know her back then at the beginning of the term.

“What’s this, American History, Eliza?”

“No!”

“What is it then,” she asked angrily, shaking the teen magazine in Eliza’s face.

“Give me that lollipop now!” Said Mrs. Greenberg putting her hand out for it.

Tears formed in Eliza’s eyes. She handed the lollipop and magazine to Mrs. Greenberg.

“Now what was so important about what you were reading than my lessons?”

Mrs. Greenberg looked at the page Eliza was intently staring at like she was hypnotized. It was a full length pull out poster of Randy Mantooth her favorite movie star at that time.

Suddenly Mrs. Greenberg held up the photo of Randy Mantooth dressed in full fire fighting costume of the TV. show. Mrs. Greenberg went back to her desk and took out a pair of scissors and cut the magazine in the middle of Randy, dismembering him and throwing it and the blow pop in the garbage with much fanfare. Eliza stood up and began crying openly. “Noooooooo!” She got up and ran from the room feeling so very hurt.

“Why is she so upset?” Asked Mrs. Greenberg, a bit perplexed.

“Because she loves Randy Mantooth from that show called Emergency, “said Gracie Berg, Eliza’s closet friend. The whole class cracked up with laughter and hooting.

“Class, class, be quiet!”

After that Mrs. Greenberg saw something she’d missed when first meeting this child. She came out into the hallway ands poke gently to Eliza.

“Now Eliza,” said Mrs. Greenberg calmly. “No more reading or candy during class!”

“I’m sorry Mrs. Greenberg,” said Eliza sniffing.

“Good, now go back in to class and be quiet.”

“OK.” Eliza left and went back inside.

After school Gracie and Eliza sneaked into the classroom and retrieved the magazine from the garbage. They ran out the door and down 3rd Avenue to the bus stop. They got off the bus at 51st and 2nd Avenue and ran to the small store that Eliza loved. It was filled with Indian art, beads, spears, masks, and head bands. It was her paradise. They looked around the store as usual. All items were extremely overpriced.

“I wish you could come to the youth center Gracie,” said Eliza as they walked out of the Indian store to Eliza's apartment. Glenda and Rich joined them and they started a role-playing about an Indian tribe that takes a little white girl captive. Eliza played the Indian chief, Gracie the warrior and Glenda the captive. They made manacles out of tin foil and built a teepee with the expensive bedspreads in the bedroom. Richard played the Calvary that came to rescue Glenda. He had one of his replica pistols and was playing it up to the hilt. Roy never played games with the other kids, and was usually watching cartoons in the den by himself.

Finally the kids started whooping and ran all over the apartment, much to the dismay of Gemma, who was there preparing dinner and finishing up the dishes and such things. Mrs. Powell rang the bell with loads of clean laundry and the kids ran into the outer hallway whooping like a bunch of Indians. Eliza had used their mother’s cherry lipstick for war paint. All the kids even Richard had it streaked on their faces. Mrs. Powell, a nice old black woman from Mobile Alabama did laundry for many of the tenants.

“What are you kids up to now? And put away that gun Richard, you are scaring me to death boy,” said the black woman they’d known for years.

Gemma came to the door.

“Hello Ethel,” she said.

“Hi Gemma, how is you?”

“Good, good, Ras…” She saw the kids in the hallway. “You kids, get back in the apartment. Oh, you’ve gotten into your mother’s makeup again, and she’s going to be mad!”

“She has so many of the same thing,” said Eliza, trying to justify it.

“I don’t care, it ain’t yours to take, so wash it off now!”

It was a day Victor Osberg was out of town, and the kids were going crazy, especially Eliza. Gemma usually could handle them, but they were becoming way out of control. She had to talk to Mr. Osberg as soon as possible!

ROD SERLING COMES TO 23E
PAUL NEWMAN SAYS “DO I KNOW YOU LITA?”

Helene Holly and Darth Martin were character actors and very good friends with Lita Osberg. They’d known the Osbergs since the early 1950’s when Lita and Helene worked together on Broadway and in show business. They had stayed close through the years. When Helene was making a new movie she’d invite Lita and Victor to the set.

Lita Osberg was no lightweight when it came to talking to and relating with celebrities and important people around town.

Helene recently had worked with Joan Crawford and George Segal and Mrs. Crawford was about to do an episode of “Night Gallery” about a woman in an elegant high-rise apartment. Rod Serling was told about the Osberg apartment and wanted to check it out. He’d heard from his people and staff thanks in part to Helene Holly, that this place would be perfect for the episode he’d been planning on. Rod always checked out the locations first then let his crew handle the details.

Meanwhile, the Osbergs were all going out for dinner at the Grenadier Restaurant on 1st Avenue, a favorite haunt of the families, celebrities and delegates living at the UN Plaza or having offices on the first 7 floors of the UN Plaza.

Mr. Osberg wanted to use this dinner time to discuss rationally the pros and cons of having Rod Serling shoot his t.v. series in their wonderful apartment at the UN Plaza. A representative from Serling’s production company had been at the last building meeting and discussed the situation with Night Gallery coming to film. Mrs. Osberg was all for it, but not Mr. Osberg nor the majority of the building’s tenants. It would be a disruption and in light of the Osberg children running wild through the halls of the building, they needed to curtail things to better able to figure out how to remedy the children’s rampage first. But they would keep things open until after Serling came and went. Maybe he would be interested in an apartment and Mr. Osberg was discreetly told to encourage Rod Serling to maybe consider renting an apartment here! It would mean big perks.

Mr. Serling was coming to dinner next week to discuss and look at the place. For now the Osbergs were buzzing as usual as they went to the elevators and rode them down with no fanfare.

The restaurant was across the street and up the block from the UN Plaza. They were dressed up and ready. The girls wore frilly dresses, even Eliza. The boys wore dark 3 piece suits with brown mackinaw jackets. The Osberg sisters wore paten leather shiny shoes from Bergdorf Goodman’s and Mr. and Mrs. Osberg wore nice attire, Mrs. Osberg sticking to her all white floor length dress and her grey mink coat. Mr. Osberg wore a Pisces 18K gold fish necklace with a yellow shirt, black slacks and Gucci shoes. He puffed on a cigarette in the elevator as they went to the lobby and out the revolving doors, smelling like expensive cologne, perfume and shampoo.

Sammy the Doorman watched them walk up the driveway. Most would ask for a cab, but he knew the Osbergs and they walked a lot. “Boy, that Mrs. Osberg is a real looker… She looks just like Lana Turner!” He commented to Darrin, another doorman manning the front.

The family walked up the street to 1st Avenue. The restaurant was crowded to the hilt, but they were immediately led to a round table for 6 in a prime location at the ritzy Italian place called The Grenadier at the time.

They would have a nice dinner for Rod Serling when he came and that was the topic of conversation, possibly having Gemma cook one of her Jamaican dishes or even taking him here!

“Wow, Rod Serling in our apartment,” marveled Eliza excitedly.

“Now Eliza, calm down, it’s no big deal,” said Mrs. Osberg, scanning the restaurant for anyone famous. She spotted her prey, Paul Newman and his agent sitting at a window booth to the side.

“I’ll be right back,” said Mrs. Osberg, getting up daintily and with gusto of knowing she made an impression wherever she went. The woman walked straight over to Paul Newman’s table. She was animated and bright like a shining star; a cross between Lucille Ball, Carol Channing and Lana Turner!

“Well hello, Paul,” said Mrs. Osberg as if she’d known him all her life.

He took the bait right away, seeming amused. “Well, hello to you too,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

Eliza got up and followed her mother to Newman’s table.

“This is my daughter Eliza,” said Mrs. Osberg.

“Hi,” said Eliza friendly, following her mother’s lead with familiarity.

“Hello,” he said, suppressing a smile and looking over at the gentleman across from him and told him with his eyes to play along, or if he knew this lady. Eliza stared deeply into his sparkling blue orbs! “This is my agent.”

“How do you do,” said Mrs. Osberg. She put her gloved hand out and Paul took it and kissed it gently.

“Please,” he said. “…Would you like to join us?”

“Oh, thank you, but the rest of my family is over there!” Mrs. Osberg made it a big dramatic point so all in the restaurant would notice her, which they did. She acted outwardly familiar with Mr. Newman. It was interesting and fun to watch.

“Please, we insist, have a drink with us,” said the agent.

“Oh I can’t join you. You two look like you’re finished anyways.”

“How about coffee, I mean you're practically sitting in my client’s lap already, why not?” The Agent sounded sarcastic but light hearted.

“I can’t stay, but Mr. Newman, can I have your autograph for my friend,” she asked boldly.

“Ummmm, I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t give autographs anymore.”

“Oh? Why?” Asked Eliza as she peeked her face over the cluttered table at Paul Newman’s almost empty plate and half filled glass of red wine.

“Because some screwy broad took his name and charged a bunch of junk on his plate,” said the agent.

“Oh, how awful,” said Mrs. Osberg.

“We had a housekeeper named Vera the Terror who charged a coat on my mom’s plate,” revealed Eliza.

“Oh Eliza, must you?”

“Don’t worry, I know what it feels like… Sorry about the autograph,’ said Newman, who was genuinely concerned.

“Okay, well, l had better get back now,” said Mrs. Osberg. “Thank you both.”

“No problem…”

Everyone in the restaurant was watching like hawks as Paul Newman got up and embraced Mrs. Osberg friendly and familiar-like, then kissed the little girl with the woman.

She made you feel that you knew her well. “Give Joanne (Woodward) my best,” said Mrs. Osberg. She walked back over to their table with ease and a triumphant look on her face.

“Bye little girl,” said Mr. Newman.

“Bye Mr. Newman, see you in the movies,” she added.

They sat back at their table. If Mr. Osberg was embarrassed he didn’t show it on his calm face as the successful businessman sipped his drink of Vodka on the rocks. The boys had cokes and Eliza’s Shirley Temple sat on the table. Glenda had fruit juice. Mrs. Osberg took a little dainty sip of her scotch on the rocks. Mr. Osberg played it cool and suave and didn’t even comment on his wife’s antics. He just got very stern looking and tried to keep the kids, especially Eliza, in line and disciplined!

Suddenly Paul Newman got up and headed for the Osberg table, which surprised even his agent.

“Mrs. Osberg, I just wanted to thank you again about not being sore over my no autograph policy. It’s not you, I can assure you of that,” he said.

“Oh, Mr. Newman….”

“Paul…”

“Paul…Yes, of course…. Well, Paul of course we understand.”

“I just wanted to make sure you knew what a gorgeous woman you are,” he said. Newman turned to Mr. Osberg. “You Sir are a lucky man!”

“Thank you,” said Victor Osberg.

“Kids, say hello to my new friend Paul Newman.”

“Hi Mr. Newman,” they all said in unison. It was like in a movie, so surreal that Eliza doubted any of the kids at school would believe her unless they were sitting there beside her. It was that amazing!

Suddenly he walked gallantly up to Lita Osberg who was emotional under the surface, you could see her breathing raggedly and Eliza could actually see the flutter of her mother’s heart against the fabric of her white gabardine gown. He got close and hugged Lita tightly and whispered “check your purse later,” as he slipped in a white of sheet of paper. The agent didn’t miss the action and was dumbfounded. He shrugged. Go figure…

Newman and his agent finally left. Talk drifted to his last movie “The Sting” with Robert Redford, who lived very close and who the kids had seen on the bus and on the set of “The Way We Were” with Streisand. Then even when Redford did “The Candiate” by their school Eliza remembered going up to Redford on the set next door to PS 59 and asking if he remembered her from the bus or his film with Streisand. He had either pretended he recalled her, or maybe he really did! Eliza would never really know.

“You should have said how you guys used to see Robert Redford every day on the bus,” said Roy.

“I was nervous when mom talked to him right off the bat like that,” said Eliza.

"Neat, he plays a cowboy.” said Glenda.

“Okay kids here comes the food, eat up.”

“By the way,” said Mrs. Osberg as she reached into her purse and retrieved the paper Newman had put in there. “…he left this!” She held up the note. Everyone was amazed and talking at once. Mr. Osberg was handling things well considering the star had been polite and even said he was a lucky man. The note read: Dear Lady, May you always be as beautiful and bountiful as you come off as. Your dear friend Paul Newman!”

“Well, that’s special…” Every talked at once until the food started arriving in shifts.

It was an Italian delicacy and very high class food, very expensive, very rich, but very good!

There were baskets of warm garlic bread, appetizers of little Italian pizzas, and then they brought large salads with Caesar dressing and croutons along with glasses of grape juice for the kids and red wine for the adults. The main course was everything from Chicken Marsala to Pasta with meatballs and sauce, and even fish. They all ate everything but with passable table manners. Out of the corner of Mrs. Osberg’s eye she watched Eliza and was pleased the klutzy girl was not spilling her juice or talking a mile a minute.

The family walked back toward the UN Plaza after dessert of a big cake of baked Alaskan, which they all enjoyed.

It was a great dinner and Mr. Osberg was filled in on all the doings the kids were up too when he was gone. Eliza told him about the youth center when John the bully took over the game and how she turned the tables on him. Glenda said she was taking the recorder flute lessons and loved it. Roy was quiet, and said nothing for once. But Rich was doing most of the talking with his father about a new fish in his fresh water tank and Lita Osberg was saying that she and Mrs. Krenz went to the Plaza Hotel for tea and bumped into Herbert Glass but he wasn’t with Eve.

By the end of the week, Rod Serlings office called and confirmed him for dinner at the Osbergs. He showed up with another man who looked more like a boy, but was the director Steven Spielberg, an unknown at the time. They showed at 6:00 PM promptly. It was no secret that Serling was unhappy with the way things were being done with his Night Gallery show. In fact, he hated doing the new show and missed his crew from Twilight Zone. He wanted to pick the location on this one Joan Crawford episode.

He was given the Osberg grand tour of the apartment which he really loved the moment he walked in. And he liked Mr. Osberg very much and thought the man to have a very good imagination and temperament.

“Did anyone ever tell you that your wife ought to be in the movies,” asked Serling to Osberg as they sat smoking together after the tour. Serling especially like the Osberg living room. All picture windows, beautiful lighting and great vantage views 360 degrees around. The place was big enough to film, but will the place be right? They had a tight budget. A few times Spielberg met Serling’s eyes and they spoke in their heads. Will the price be right or absorbent?

Eliza was all over Rod Serling like a rug. She wanted to know all about the show, the cast, the writing, the places were Rod had been and shot or just visited.

Serling answered all the Osberg’s questions. But Lita Osberg didn’t have much to say and she secretly wished it was Paul Newman instead of Rod Serling.

Eliza knew of Twilight Zone and liked it, but Night Gallery she watched late at night long after everyone but her father was asleep. It brought disturbing memories to surface and after she’d watched it, the girl was scared to death and had to turn on a hall light or sleep in the bathroom.

“How is Zsa Zsa Gabor to work with,” said Eliza, surprising everyone.

“Well, she was interesting to work with and you wouldn’t believe it but she was
cracking us up the whole time. She’s a very funny lady and very beautiful like your mother is,” praised Serling and he meant it.

“How about Captain Kirk from Star Trek,” asked Eliza, “In that one airplane episode when he sees a little monster chewing on the plane!”

“Well, I have a little fan over here, Steven,” he said amiably.

“That’s a good thing,” said Spielberg.

“Now this guy is going to be really famous one day,” said Serling, pointing to Spielberg, who downplayed it with a slight sweep of his hand as Serling took yet another hit off his half spent cigarette!

“Thank you one and all,” said Spielberg.
Throughout the fabulous meal of pot roast, salad, veggies and baked potatoes and a nice dessert of chocolate mousse, everyone was in a wonderful mood.

“Did you write all the episodes?” Asked Eliza after dessert was served.

“Most of them, yes, I did,” said Serling in his halting interesting way.

“You should do an episode about her, scary,” said Roy kiddingly.

“Now Roy, stop. And Eliza, I know you mean well, but stop bugging Mr. Serling with so many questions,” said Mrs. Osberg.

“Oh, it’s okay, I enjoy it,” said Serling. “And this apartment would be perfect for the shoot. It’s really just what we want and more!”

“How long would it take?” Asked Mr. Osberg.

“It would take about 5 days straight to do it right.”

“That would mean lots of people strolling in and out of the place, wires, chords, cameras…Hmmmmm. I don’t know about this Mr. Serling,” said Mr. Osberg, weighing the odds of good and bad.

“Well you’d get to meet Joan Crawford,” said Spielberg.

“I’ve already met her many times, “said Mrs. Osberg proudly.

“Oh I see. Well, you’d be compensated nicely and your place will be on the show.”

“We will have to really think on this,” said Mr. Osberg.

“I hope you will consider this, it’s like art,” said Spielberg.

“Whatever decision you decide is fine, Mr. Osberg,” said Serling. “Just get back to us by tomorrow afternoon with your final answer.

“Really, it’s all great. The crew will be very careful…”

In the end, after a long discussion between Mr. and Mrs. Osberg, they decided against it due to the fact that Mr. Osberg would be away for 3 of those critical days so they decided not to do it after all. Everyone concerned was disappointed and in the end Serling got another place but it wasn’t what he had intended and he’d wished the Osbergs would have let him film there!

LITA OSBERG COULD HAVE BEEN IN PICTURES!

Lita Osberg could have been someone! With her almost Broadway career behind her and the contacts she stayed in touch with it was easy to still entertain with the idea of being known and ‘in the know’. The way she dressed and carried herself was very elegant and well put together. Blond long hair in a bun, her trademark cherry lipstick, signature white outfits and nifty flat heeled shoes in all colors and styles. The smell of Chanel #5 or A’rpeage French cologne at $100 an ounce. She shopped at Bloomingdales, Bergdorf Goodman’s, Neiman Marcus, Saks Fifth Avenue and even I Magnin. The glamorous woman knew a lot of well heeled, high placed people and celebrities, singers and character actors. Her charity work and past paired her with many a surprise actor or singer, even the mysterious Eartha Kitt who had once babysat the kids when the Osbergs were visiting her in Connecticut.

Every year Miss USA and Miss Universe would come for dinner at the Osbergs compliments of some very ‘high end’ friends!

Eliza enjoyed meeting the gorgeous women every year. They all seemed different, but Glenda especially got a kick out of sitting in Miss. Universe’s lap, and took turns switching from Miss. USA to Miss. Universe in a heartbeat. Of course Eliza peppered them with many questions, some surprising everyone.

Gracie Berg didn’t believe Eliza’s family had dinner with the famous beauties, so one evening they showed up for dinner and Eliza coaxed them onto the phone and extension and called Gracie. Of course Gracie finally believed it when she heard their almost purring voices talking to her about the competition and how much they enjoyed having dinner at Eliza’s apartment at the UN Plaza. Gracie then believed and had even been given an autograph from both women. But in the beginning of the evening before all the clamor of guests coming to and fro, there would be a transformation.

Eliza remembered how they smelled so good, almost akin to Eliza’s mother’s odor, but Eliza loved the way her mother smelled when she applied the Ponds Cream before bedtime. That mixed with the odor of expensive perfume would always settle Eliza’s stomach when the family took a rowdy yellow cab to Bruce Ho’s Chinese Restaurant on Broadway near the theater district, once Lita Osbergs stomping ground.

But one thing Eliza loved were the huge parties her parents threw. They had so much fun watching the preparations, it was all so exciting.

Usually Mitchell would show up with his crew and start the procedure of pulling out all the fine china and such things. Table cloths, cooking-ware and the like were pulled out of golden woven fine baskets and drawers built into the walls of the dining room!

It was fascinating for the Osberg kids to watch it all unfold. Maids and food servers in place, plenty of champagne chilling, plenty of fancy finger foods, Russian black Caviar and fancy social crackers were the order of the evening.

Then the sisters would wander in to watch their parents get ready. Eliza would drift to her father’s bathroom and observe him shave and they’d talk about so much and so many subjects to discuss. She would watch him deftly apply the shaving cream and easily start his routine, finishing with applying bronzing cream and a fake mustache making him resemble a bald Burt Reynolds.

Eliza would joke with her dad and they got along so well. Sometimes when Glenda or Richard or even Roy wandered in when Eliza and Mr. Osberg were talking loudly, he would nicely shoo them away as he and his oldest daughter would discuss world peace.

“I want you to be on your best behavior tonight Eliza, and if anything do it for your mother. Some famous people are coming and just be good and don’t disappoint your mom Sweetie.” Said Mr. Osberg.

“Alright Dad, I’ll be good.”

“That means no loud talking or jumping around and don’t ask so many questions.”

“I won’t,” said Eliza.

“Tell your sister too, okay Eliza?”

“Yes Dad, I will.”

“I don’t have to tell the boys except sometimes your older brother.”

“I know.”

"Good,” he said, finally putting the finishing touches on his toupee, making sure it was in place, the mustache giving him an air of importance he so valued. He also loved the parties they had at the UN Plaza. Lita could really entertain, he wouldn’t deny that ever.

He knew that tonight sounded like it would be a mixture of old comics and new surprises. Also, Abel Faderberg a famous lighting director on Broadway was coming with his wife, once a famous singer and showgirl. James Earl Jones was rumored to be coming by after supper for drinks, so it would be interesting.

Finally all was in place, even Gemma was there with her sister Marge minding the kids and wearing formal white nurses uniforms. This was supposed to be a huge event and even some tenants in the building were invited. So important people would be showing up and Eliza hoped Truman Capote would be there too, or maybe even Johnny Carson, but not that horrible Mrs. Morrault, thought Eliza as she put on her nightgown.

Glenda ran in. “Hey, this is a big one,” said the cute little button of a girl.

“I know, mom is going nuts.”

“Yea, guess she is. A lot of people are going to be here,” said Glenda excitedly. “Do you think mommy will sing and play piano?”

“Probably,” answered Eliza.

“Mitchell is really going all out in the kitchen, he won’t even let Gemma help him!”

“Well he wants all the credit, have you seen what he makes?” Asked Eliza to her little sister.

“Yea, I do. Looks good, and I’ve tasted a lot of it,” she said mischievously.

“Me too, he’s nice. In fact,” said Eliza. “…Once I saw a ghost and I thought it was him!”

“When?” Asked Glenda.

“Last week, right on my bed,” said Eliza showing Glenda the spot.

Glenda looked fearful and on the verge of tears at the thought. Mrs. Osberg was passing by at that moment. “Now Eliza, don’t start scaring your sister or I’m telling your father.”

“I’m not mom, but it’s true!”

Mrs. Osberg was wearing a beautiful white gown, complimenting gold slippers with her makeup done up to a tee, plus her hair was freshly dyed her usual platinum blond with the cherry lipstick in place. She was smashing looking. She resembled Lana Turner for sure! And Eliza knew her mom went through a lot to look fantastic, same with her father, but Eliza was not hepped up on it, and usually wore tomboy clothes her mom picked out… The boy’s Danskin pants and shirts with penny loafers.

On the other hand, Glenda was developing her own style and had long since grown out of that and had been accumulating quite a wardrobe herself, although they still had matching pajamas.

Richard and Roy used to have matching clothes but also had graduated a bit more into their own identities. Richard took to wearing bell bottom jeans, button down checkered man tailored shirts and hush puppies while Roy wore simple sweaters and slacks and shiny shoes.

By the time company started arriving the kids had already eaten in the kitchen and were told to come out later to be introduced and then back to TV in their bedrooms. While they were in their bedroom Eliza had an idea to do a musical show for guests. Glenda would be in it too. They started setting it up and ended up on the window sill putting on this weird oriental songfest using bedspreads, fancy colorful pillows and even the wicker tops of the laundry baskets that looked like a Chinese hat. They sat on the sill with the cute pillows set up against tan oriental screen from their father’s den. They sang a made up song by Eliza and both had the small finger cymbals that Indian women belly danced to. Each girl looked so adorable that when Mr. Osberg passed by their bedroom he couldn’t resist grabbing his Polaroid camera and taking a few shots of his 2 daughters doing that shtick.

“Girls, girls, I love it, I love it!” Said Osberg, always having a penchant for anything oriental because of his Navy days in the early 1950’s. He also faintly reminded Eliza of Havi Gold the camp director and his love of Broadway and how the whole camp revolved around Broadway Musicals. It was as if Ira & George Gershwin inhabited the soul of Havi Gold, and certainly Victor Osberg.

Mrs. Osberg walked by, then the boys and finally Gemma and Marge stood to the side smiling. It was a very good skit, very creative, thanks to Eliza.

“Honey, let’s let the girls do their bit for our guests!”

“If you don’t mind ’Bouge’ ,” she said, using her affectionate nick name for him.

“Lita, I’d love it, and they will too!”

“Well fine Honey!”

“Yea!” Both girls cried in excitement.

In excitement they ran around and yelled and began bowing and acting like a Chinese couple.

The party went in full swing. It was a very high life evening. People ate, drank, played music and when Mrs. Osberg sang everyone went crazy over her! When the party was in full swing after drinks and dinner, the Osbergs gave everyone the grand tour of their apartment. They saved Eliza and Glenda’s bedroom for last.

They had Richard by the light switch and when everyone came to the door, Rich switched on the light which the girls had draped in purple Hermes scarves. The sisters did their 5 minute act to a very receptive audience, including Jack Benny and James Earl Jones, who came right in the middle of drinks just in time to squeeze in the frilly girl’s bedroom. You could cut the air, which was thickly and richly laced with the odors of perfume, cologne, expensive cigars and cigarettes, along with the sweet odor of fresh flowers and soap. The show ended with James Earl Jones taking my mother in his arms and waltzing around the bedroom, then turning into a rumba number.

“Very impressive girls,” said Jack Benny. “Put them on the Road Lita, I’ll give ya’ my agents number,” said Benny’s companion jovially. Everyone was in great spirits and the skit had brightened the night with vitality and good vibes. It almost seemed to some to be a hippy version of the oriental dances and songs. Strange, but well done.

They all were squeezed into the bedroom, many wearing full party attire, but not Jack Benny. He looked a bit like he was doing a stint of 18 holes in the evening as he held his dry scotch in one hand and munched on some high class snacks of caviar and matzo crackers. It was amazing to watch and see the people in the room. Of course Eliza was very young and didn’t realize who these people were until years later when she grew up.

The Osberg kids up on the window sill, the 2 girls looked so cute and their costumes were ingenious thanks to Eliza’s ingenuity! Anyone could tell right away!

“Hey, these kids are naturals,” piped up James Earl Jones, finally releasing a tuckered out Lita Osberg in the arms of her husband. He was extremely happy with what Lita had done to raise money for his newest show! “Not bad kids,” he said directly to them. It was like his own childhood was surfacing for that one moment. These kids had a good start with a mother like Lita Osberg.

“I agree,” said Abel. “Victor, you should encourage it,” said the older man.

“They’re a good act,” said Jack Benny. “I liked it.”

“Well, what do you think we just did… We did everything just short of charging you all tickets,” joked Osberg. Everyone laughed.

Everyone was talking about it and wanted them to do it again from the top. They improvised and Eliza loved it. Because for once, she was being treated like the favorite daughter, not just Glenda. The boys stood to the side looking jealous for attention…but eager.

“Hey,” said Roy. “I can do that too!” He jumped up on the sill. It was like he was making a speech, but he was trying to fit in and grab some of that spotlight and follow what his sisters were doing, failing badly.

“Get off the stage,” said Mr. Osberg, puffing on a More cigarette. For a second he looked like Rock Hudson’s character from the detective series.

“You girls are great,” said James Earl Jones, who by now was fully ‘tuned’ on the drink he was nursing.

Eliza looked at him and thought of Truman Capote. She wanted to try the same with James Earl Jones, but couldn’t because her parents were watching her every move!

“Yes, very impressive,” said Benny.

“Take it on the road kids, like we did,” said Benny’s very drunk friend.

Abel cut in, “and the lights were a nice production touch girls, and Rich.”

“Thanks,” they said together.

Jack walked over and patted their heads. “Good job!”

“Thank you Mr. Benny.”

“Thanks Mr. Jones,” said the kids.

After that everyone filed out and back to the living room. They listened to records of all types and styles of music and it drifted throughout the apartment and even into the hallway. It was a positive evening for everyone especially when James Earl Jones recited Hamlet to a hypnotized audience. Eliza’s heart was beating quick and both girls could not sleep. They talked most of the night, most about James Earl Jones and Jack Benny seeing them perform. Finally they slept and Mr. and Mrs. Osberg crept in and kissed each of them.

“These kids are so special,” said Mr. Osberg.

“Bourge, I love them so much!”

“We’re very lucky. I love you darling,” said Victor now that he had his wife alone away from the crowd and kids prying eyes. They embraced in the darkness of the bedroom then retired to their own.

BLACK CHILDREN OVER LUNCH AT THE UN PLAZA?

Victor Osberg made no secret of the fact that he wanted his kids to attend a “normal” school! Not the hoity-toytee ones the children at the UN Plaza went to. A special school bus picked up those snooty rich kids while the Osbergs seemed to be the only kids in the building at the UN Plaza that went to a district public school and took public transportation.

The school Eliza, Glenda and Richard attended was at 220 E. 57th Street in New York City, between 2nd and 3rd Avenues. It was a time that the city first started busing the students in from Harlem and the Spanish Barrio so there was a very “tough” element at the district schools.

Eliza and Richard became friendly with the Moshe family, 6 black brothers who lived on the lower East Side. Two of them, Shadee and Ishmael were in Eliza’s classes. David Moshe was in Rich’s and the other three were in the lower grades or different schools like Roy attended. A few times Shadee and Ishmael were at the same table when Mrs. Greenberg matched up 4 to 6 kids in squared off desk groups.

And sometimes on the recess yard called 'The Terrace' where everyone played games and sports, Eliza would be the only girl in the bunch and the Moshe brothers would always pick her for their team when they played touch football, or once in a while, Ishmael would bring a soccer ball and they’d play that.

Rich’s only friend seemed to be David Moshe who also was very quiet and shy like Rich was. Eliza wondered what they talked about seeing as Rich barely said one sentence.

It did look odd sometimes when they sat together at play time after lunch. Eliza would stand together with the Moshe brothers and it did look rather strange, especially when Rich joined them. Most of the white groups stuck with their own. There were rich kids like The Osbergs, and lower income children, black, white, Chicano, Puerto Rican like Gracie Berg was, plus a few Orientals, but they stuck in clicks and few had the notion or the gumshoe to cross the color lines except Eliza and Rich Osberg.

All the Moshe brothers would eventually become friends with the other Afro American kids.

Marla Hines was a bully through and through and lived in the heart of Harlem. She found Eliza and her brother Rich easy pickins', and recruited her friends, all black, to help her torment them. The rich whites invited the Moshe brothers to their big apartment with the 6 bathrooms. That’s what one of the Moshe brothers said. She wanted to see for herself. She was going to try to befriend Eliza and then get invited over. Eliza saw the mean black girl coming toward her in the long hallway. Eliza started to run away from Marla.

She didn’t need to be tripped or made fun of today. She began to trot away toward the guidance counselor area where she was always safe. They told her that if the black girl Marla or her group of friends started up with Eliza, she should make a beeline for the guidance department which was what she was doing when Marla caught up with her. “Hey wait, I ain’t gonna’ hurt ya’, Eliza,” soothed Marla, so unlike her. “…At least not this time,” thought Marla.

“What?”

“I’ve not been too nice to you,” she admitted, not meeting Eliza’s steady
gaze. “Well, uhh, I don’t know….” she said in a sweet sickening voice. “So I want to be your friend now,” said Marla out of the blue.

Marla had been hearing things about Eliza’s living space. Her friends were daring her everyday to have the balls to befriend the loser white chick and see for herself.

“Why are you wanting to all of a sudden be my friend?”

Marla feigned anger, “Why the hell do I need a reason, just accept it, and that’s that white girl!” She held out her hand and that was Marla’s way so Eliza shook the black girl’s hand and it was a sealed deal although it felt uncomfortable for both kids!

Part of Eliza wanted the friendship, wanted to show Marla Hines that she could be a very good friend and confidante to the unhappy, unruly black bully of the school. But most probably it was some kind of cruel trick. Eliza tended to fall right in, and it was mostly due to Fern’s teachings to be friends with enemies, turn the other cheek, which is why Eliza had so many problems socially with other kids at the rough and tumble school. She also wanted to be liked, simply liked!

“Really, I ain’t kidding I can be your best friends,” said Marla, usually used to hitting Eliza rather than gently putting her slim black fingers on Eliza’s back. Marla had picked on the Osberg kids since first grade and now Marla was curious about the UN Plaza.

All day Marla stuck with Eliza like glue, which made Eliza’s friends stay clear. There was a very weird moment when after many years of Marla’s cronies picking on Eliza, that Eliza turned around and saw all those kids (Marla’s cronies) standing beside her now. It was sort of eerie and brought strong memories of Fern’s strong voice about how Jesus would walk with his enemies and others would chastise him for it, not understanding why… But here Eliza was amongst her enemies like Jesus. She felt like Jesus, or felt what he might have felt. It was even lonelier and darker than she had imagined! Deep in the recesses of her mind she knew that Marla was not being friendly for nothing, just as Jesus might have felt the same thing. It would be a learning experience for both Marla and Eliza. As the day progressed, Eliza began feeling a little embarrassed as people came up and asked her what was up. Finally Gracie Berg had cornered her in the gym alone and Eliza managed to get the message out about what was happening… She just wasn’t sure what was going on, but she was trusting in God!

“You and your Jesus,” said Eliza’s best friend Gracie Berg.

“What do you mean me and my Jesus?”

“These girls are playing you up big time Eliza. Why are you falling for this?”

“Look, it is what it is!”

“And what is that?”

“Look, don’t freak further, but I invited Marla over to the apartment,” admitted Eliza.

“What, you crazy girl?”

“So what? She’ll be alone, not with all her cronies. They act different alone,

“Cronies?”

“Her crew… I’ve seen how she is when it’s just me and her… I think I can win her over and make her see me for good!”

“You are making a big mistake.”

“Maybe so, but God leads me!”

“God … Your sick,” said Gracie. “Do you need approval that badly?”

“Maybe I do…who knows?”

“You are much better than that Eliza,” said Gracie, who was way beyond her years.

Eliza shrugged.

Later, after school, for the very first time, Eliza wasn’t running from Marla, and when they met it was like a dream in slow motion. So very Surreal! There was the moody, mean and sour Marla with scowl on her dark features. But this time she smiled widely when she saw Eliza, a huge white toothed grin.

Marla was not pretty. She had an overly oval looking face like a triangle. Angular features, high cheek bones, eyes too close together, severe corn row braided hair, not attractive in the least. Years of bullying and fighting and anger had made her sharp features rough and tumble. Her eyes were dark, you couldn’t even see her pupils. She was short and very skinny and was prone to anger quickly. She was actually left back in 3rd grade and even paraded around her report card like a purple heart. A big red stamp proclaimed her “not promoted” so she ended up in Eliza’s class long ago. Little by little Marla’s teasing turned ugly and almost violent. Sometimes she would kick or trip Eliza in the hallways or in gym class, even when Mrs. Fohrs heads was turned.

“Well you ready Marla?” Asked Eliza as they walked down 3rd Avenue. They’d just left school and were out on the street. Eliza was nervous still not believing she was walking calmly with the school bully Marla Hines. At that moment she knew they would go straight to the apartment and not stop at the Indian store nor the candy store either like with Gracie or other friends of Eliza’s.

And the first thing Eliza noticed was that none of her friends or even family walked with her when she hooked up with Marla.

So Marla and Eliza rode the bus in silence together. Marla wondered how she’d agreed to this! At least Eliza wasn’t as what Marla had imagined. She was actually an okay kid, but Marla had gotten into a habit of teasing Eliza. Her friends would never understand so she told them she was just messing with Eliza and wanted to see the apartment the Osbergs lived in.

They walked down the driveway of the UN Plaza. The doorman smiled when he saw them coming.

“Hi Eliza,” he said going down to her level. “Who’s your new friend?”

“Oh, this is Marla Hines,” Marla this is Sammy the Doorman!”

Instead of being friendly, Marla smacked her lips in disgust, and turned away from him, looking off into the distance of Sutton Place.

“Nice.” Said Sam sarcastically.

“What did you say mother fucker?” Marla turned violently.

“Nothin’, I didn’t say nothin’,” said Sammy.

A chill ran up Eliza’s neck. She’s never seen that coming out of Sammy and he
always exuded a calm demeanor, but his mean Irish roots came clear and cold and it was so strange and sad and exciting all at the same time.

“Humph,” she said under her breath, but he had heard that too.

“Now there’s no need for that young lady,” said Sammy menacingly.

Just then, as Sammy glared at Marla in disgust, a taxi pulled up so he left them standing there.

Eliza’s old fears of Marla surfaced so she ignored it. “Come on, let’s go,” she said.

Now Eliza began regretting she’d fallen into this with Marla. It was now obvious what Marla was all about, but they rode up in the elevator. Ching Ling was on duty and joked with Eliza, but Marla became stone faced.

“Who is your new friend, Eliza?” Asked the little Chinese man with the happy smile. He always had a twinkle in his eyes.

“Hi Ching Ling,” said Eliza, but nothing more about Marla.

“I see your brothers, Eliza,” he revealed. “They were with 4 black boys upstairs,” he said.

“Oh, the Moshe Brothers,” answered Eliza. Marla didn’t acknowledge anything, but stood there like a Mahogany statue. She was no beauty, but had a toughness about her that was seriously daunting. Marla was most probably used to “wearing the mean face,” because of her rough environment. Eliza knew that somewhere inside Marla was a nice kid deeply hidden. Her father had told her in many ways that people like Marla felt very little inside.

They got to 23 and walked to Eliza apartment. Marla was secretly in awe, but was poker faced about it as they walked into the gigantic, glamorous apartment.

They walked into the kitchen where Roy and Richard sat with 4 of the Moshe Brothers eating a box of Ritz Crackers and Oreo Cookies and Chocolate Milk Nestles. Marla saw it all and eyed it and smacked her lips but didn’t move. She wanted some of that for sure and had never really had that stuff in her house. She’d seen it on t.v. but that’s about it, and here she was getting ready to chow down…

“Hi guys,” said Eliza.

“Hi Eliza,” the boys said smiling. They were very dark skinned.

“This is Marla,” said Eliza with little fanfare.

Marla just glared and took a seat, as the Moshe’s moved away from her. She grabbed a few Oreo’s and crackers and started eating them. She drank Milk from David’s cup, which didn’t faze anyone too much.

“Why don’t you have a few crackers, Marla?” Said Roy trying to be funny and who
didn’t realize who Marla was. Two of the Moshe Brothers did, and so did Richard, who sat transfixed staring at the black girl that wreaked havoc in their hearts every day at school and whose mother was known as Frauline Hines, the Nazi.

“I guess so,” Marla said, munching heavily on the Oreo’s and gulping the fresh cold chocolate drink like it was ambrosia. She’d never had a whole one to herself her mother doled it out like small cubes of sugar. It was not good! She felt a mixture of feelings. Jealously of course… But some respect, anger mostly. Wanting to strike out so she didn’t have to feel, just feel the rage that hid the feelings of emotion. It was hard.

Eliza eyed the boys who seemed a bit perplexed at seeing the hated bully of Beekman Hill School standing there.

Eliza gave Marla a grand tour. As they looked at the sixth bathroom Marla couldn’t help herself and started talking about her place in Harlem she lived at with her sister and mother.

“It’s nothin’ like this,” she said almost jealously.

“What’s it like, Marla?” Asked Eliza as they stood in Eliza’s parent’s bedroom.

“It’s bad,” she said honestly. “I went to take a bath and there was a live huge rat in the tub, and there’s tons of cockroaches, but you don’t realize it until you get up in the middle of the night and go in our kitchen! Paint is peeling off the walls too, certainly ain’t like this place!”

“I’m sorry,” Eliza said genuinely, but she figured Marla was making it worse than it was, I mean she did live with the most hated aide at the Beekman Hill School Mrs. Hines!!!! That in itself was bad enough, so anything small was magnified. Eliza identified with Marla more than Marla thought. Whatever happened she would call Fern and pray to Jesus for guidance.

“Ain’t no thing, who really cares,” answered Marla trying to downplay it all, like she was a strong girl for living there. But Eliza was starting to see Marla in a deeper light as Jesus felt when he stood before King Herod and understood him! Eliza had a feeling God meant for this to happen, even if Marla was putting on an act to see, be inside of, and experience the UN Plaza.

Nothing more was said between them. They went back in the kitchen when Gemma had arrived from her bedroom. She was not on duty and had decided to spend her day off at the Osberg Apartment. She didn’t pay much attention to things and went back into her bedroom and was centered on watching her soap General Hospital.

So Eliza decided that she would serve Campbell’s ABC Soup and she began making it, using 2 cans with water. Eliza felt like a mother hen when she began doling out the soup in some fancy bowls she’s spotted in the cabinet. Marla played along and sat at the table looking out of place and slightly uncomfortable. If Annie saw her now, the other girl would have beaten the living shit out of her.

Finally Eliza sat down and had her bowl of soup. She was now realizing Marla’s intent – not to be a friend, but more along the lines of a spy. Eliza now wished she’d not fallen for it, but she looked around the kitchen and it was almost comical. Rich and Roy had left so it was just Eliza, the 4 Moshe Brothers and Marla. They began throwing crackers at each other for fun, but then Marla beaned the cracker too hard which nicked the corner of Trey’s left eye.

“Hey, that wasn’t very nice!”

“Oh what a little baby you are black boy!” Said Marla.

“Hey don’t talk to my brother like that, triangle face,” said David, throwing a cracker at Marla, getting her square between her dark vicious eyes. It was at that moment Mrs. Osberg walked in the kitchen dressed up and smelling like Bergdorf Goodman’s!

Eliza froze in her seat and felt the color rise in her cheeks. At that same moment Marla took her soup and hurled it across the table, all 4 brothers getting doused with warm lunch! Little noodle letters were plastered to the ceiling and walls, plus on the glass table made in Italy, as well as on the Moshe’s faces too! It would have been like something out of a comedy sketch if not for the seriousness of it all with Mrs. Osberg standing there about to blow a gasket and faint!

“What’s going on here?” Cried Mrs. Osberg. “Where’s Gemma? Who are all these black children? What are you all doing here?” Mrs. Osberg was becoming quite livid like a sleek Lamborghini going from 0 to 60 in 3 seconds. “Eliza!”

“They’re friends from school,” answered Eliza trying to sound confident.

“How dare you!”

“What mom?” Said Eliza, tears already rolling down.

Meanwhile David and his brothers had gotten up and took the whole box of crackers and threw it at Marla. Marla didn’t hesitate to go after them single handedly and they had jumped up and were running around the kitchen to get away from the angry black girl. They started laughing, all 4 brothers. Marla was shrieking. The known bully knew how to stir up the cauldron.

Mrs. Osberg grabbed Marla by the collar of her jumpsuit.

“Let me go honky white woman,” snarled Marla.

“What the hell are you doing? Who are you?” Mrs. Osberg shook Marla like a rag doll. “I want you out of here right this minute!”

“Ask your daughter,” threw back Marla, pulling herself free long enough to kick Mrs. Osberg square in her stomach making a dirty shoe imprint on the woman’s brand new white coat.

Mrs. Osberg seemed shocked at first, then went into action and hauled off and slapped Marla square in the face!

“White bitch,” screamed Marla.

“Everyone get out of my apartment now,” screamed Mrs. Osberg who was on the verge of having a stroke, her hair coming askew, even breaking one of her peach colored fake nails when she’d hauled off on Marla. “Gemma, Gemma, come here right this minute,” she yelled like she was singing the finale of an opera, minus the music, which Eliza could hear clearly in her own head!

She dialed the front desk downstairs on the small white building phone. “Tom, it’s Lita Osberg,” she stammered while trying to catch Marla. She kicked out at the unruly black girl running a muck of their kitchen.

“Yes Mrs. Osberg,” said Tom, always knowing that if there was a call from the Osbergs, it meant some funny banter with the guys after work! He wondered why someone didn’t write a movie on this family, the way they acted and especially the way Mrs. Osberg was.

“I want you to send security up here right away, please hurry!”

“What’s the problem now?” He asked, hoping none of the kids were hurt. It sounded pretty serious, but it always sounded serious with this raving, yet ravishing broad.

“Never mind, just do it!”

“Yes, I will, right away!”

Mrs. Osberg hung up the phone and by this time Marla was heading for the door just as Gemma had come out of her room hearing the clamor.

“Gemma, Gemma, get that girl!” Screamed Mrs. Osberg.

Gemma went into action, her lithe body reaching out and grabbing Marla in her tracks. Marla thrashed suddenly nailing Gemma in the eye!

The sturdy little housekeeper flinched for a split second. “Ras, Jesus!” She held fast to Marla.

“Gemma, get her out of here!” Commanded Mrs. O. from the sidelines, not wanting to get in the way of the flailing arms and legs of the little black girl from Eliza’s class! How could Eliza have done this!

Gemma started to drag the black girl across to the foyer and to the door. The usually quiet, good natured Jamaican woman was tight fisted and her face was all scrunched up in anger and frustration. Eliza had never seen Gemma so riled up and potent. She actually resembled an Apache Indian warrior like the lady who used to wash Eliza’s family’s clothes back when they lived in another State. Mrs. Lula, who would scrub and scrub the sheets in the laundry room in their house back then. Eliza would watch her face and it would turn into Geronimo or Cochise as they went to battle and were fighting for their freedom!

Roy and Richard ran out and helped Gemma by opening the front door. Marla was yelling and screaming and swearing like a sailor and resembled, believe it or not, Helen Keller type character being hauled out of the room forcibly.

“Dirty girl, ras…”

“What’s going on?” Asked Roy. Glenda was at a friend’s house.

“Rich, Roy, get back to your room, Eliza come here!”

Just then 2 security men arrived in the hallway and helped drag Marla to the service elevator and would literally toss her out the back door of the UN Plaza by Riverside Drive to avoid any media circus that might happen due to the Vietnam talks at the General Assembly room with Nixon trying to persuaded them to end the war. If she tried to make more trouble they would call the cops and from there, who knew what would come of it. Just no more news hounds or ketchup bottle protests!!!!

“You’ve gone too far this time, Eliza,” screamed Mrs. Osberg.

“Mom, I didn’t invite the Moshe brothers, Rich did!”

“I don’t care, you had that wretched child here and you have no right! Wait until your father hears! Go to your room now,” she wailed at her daughter. “Look at what that damn girl did to my new coat,” cried Mrs. Osberg, brushing herself off and taking a seat at the table. Gemma came in and calmed her talking soothing and making Mrs. Osberg a cup of hot calming tea. Eliza slinked away and went to her bedroom.

“And stay in your room until your Dad gets home, do you hear me, Eliza,” screamed Mrs. O. down the long hallway. Her opera voice easily reached Eliza’s buzzing ones.

“That’s not fair mom, I didn’t have the Moshe guys here!”

“Rich heard his name and ran to the bedroom and locked himself in. The Moshe Brothers calmed down once Gemma removed Marla. They filed out the door quietly. Eliza was crying and in the doghouse for sure. And what would happen when she got to school tomorrow? Marla would be on a rampage for her, but maybe not.

Eliza got on her hands and knees and prayed as Fern had taught her. She pleaded with Jesus to make things right and she blessed all who were involved even Marla! She had turned the other cheek. Maybe in the end Marla’s heart would soften enough that she would not make waves at school. It was puzzling and that made Eliza stop crying. She would explain to her dad and in the meantime, when Mrs. Osberg went to the living room and was talking to her friends about what had happened. Eliza sneaked into the den and used her father’s private line to call Fern. They talked for a bit and Fern calmed her and said she would talk to Mr. Osberg before he got home and got the news from a raving Mrs. Osberg. Eliza explained it all in great detail and Fern got a picture. “Tell Gemma I’m sorry she was hurt!”

“I will Fern,” said Eliza. “Gotta’ hang up now Fern. I love you so much! I wish you were here, but Gemma was good…”

“Okay sweetie, I’ll talk to your father,” said Fern in her soothing thick New England accent!

“God bless you Fern.”

“Jesus is with you dear.”

PROTESTS AT THE UN BUILDING

By the time Mr. Osberg got the phone call from Fern and got home, a lot of the clamor of Marla and Moshe boys was less jagged. Mrs. Osberg called the Beekman Hills School where Marla's mother worked in the office and they had it out on the phone. Roy and Rich said they had invited the Moshe kids over when Eliza showed up with Marla.

“Eliza, what were you thinking inviting an unruly girl like that here, and a bully at that, to our apartment?” Asked Mr. Osberg. Thank God he had been briefed by Fern. He understood it then, and he just wanted to see how Eliza would respond.

“I honestly don’t know why dad. She was nice to me but she always picked on me, so when she got nice I guess I wanted her to like me and it says in the Bible to love your enemies and you’ll find eventual salvation!”

“What are you talking about now?” Asked Mrs. Osberg, who was sitting in her favorite French chair taking in the other side of the story. One thing about the Osbergs, they did listen when the dust cleared and Eliza had the floor at the moment and made her case excellently, so much so that Mr. Osberg was proud of her and realized she was a special little girl, although a bit hyper, yes, but special and sensitive all the same!

“What happened when you went back to school?” Asked Mrs. Osberg, ready to go to her daughter’s defense and show up at the school which she had done for them all through the years, and would do in the future for as long as the school allowed her to. There was a rumor that Mrs. Marrate was vying to get the principal at the Beekman School to resign to get her own man in there, and there had been light talk of Mrs. Osberg taking a stand.

“She just glared at me, but kept her distance. Then Mom called my guidance counselor and spoke to Marla’s mother!” Said Eliza speaking both to her Dad and Mom.

“Has she threatened you?” Asked Mrs. Osberg. She knew that kind and had seen it in her own childhood growing up in NY in the early 1940’s, especially during the war and after she’d gotten a bad case of polio that had her in an iron lung for almost two years! Her older brother Abraham had died in 1945 of an anorexic condition just after entering Navy School, then Lita had contracted Polio one summer at camp.

“Not lately, since this happened, at least not verbally. But I am sure she would love to beat me up and is waiting until it all dies down, who knows at this point!”

“How do you know?” Asked Mr. Osberg.

“Because she has been picking on me for some many years now, I can see it in her eyes. But when that happened the other day she got scared!”

“Bullies are always scared Eliza,” said Mr. Osberg.

“Your father is right, sweetie,” agreed Mrs. Osberg. She remembered how life changed after she got Polio, and how the other kids avoided her, even her dearest boyfriend of the time there at camp, Mitch Weinbaum. But when she lay in the infirmary in the beginning stages of the disease with some other children before getting transferred to a hospital in New York, Mitch had come to see her and sat with her even holding her hand, which was great taboo back in the early days of the beginnings of the disease that struck down children. Lita had just swam in the camp pool and started feeling stiff. She developed a raging fever as the first stage of the disease started. But thankfully her parents had acted quickly with the camp staff and Eliza was transferred quickly. It might have saved her life along with the little girl’s raging spirit which persevered and overcame the Polio, and when you looked at her standing there screaming about Marla the bully you could not believe she would have had such a wretched disease and had fully recovered.

Eliza explained to them exactly what had happened as she told it to Fern, but didn’t say she’d spoken to Fern. Eliza guessed that Fern had called and spoken to her dad and that is why the heat was lifting. Mr. Osberg understood even more and could see how Lita would be so upset when she came in on the thick of it. He didn’t let on that he’d had the whole scoop from Fern.

“Remember what I told you about bullies Eliza?”

“Yes, sure. No matter how mean and big the bully is, he feels like this,” she said, holding up her fingers like she was holding a small object… “They feel like a little kernel of corn!”

Lita Osberg added. “Is everything okay Bourge?” She asked, using Victor’s nickname.

“Yes, now that I know all the facts,” said Victor.

“I didn’t realize that it would all go crazy and I knew how Marla was, but I didn’t think she would take things so far. I was only trying to help and be her friend,” explained Eliza easily.

Mr. Osberg remembered his conversation with Fern and what she had said. He actually saw a little Fern developing in his daughter. He was not going to ground her on this. But he knew that a very famous movie that her 2nd cousin had written was coming on t.v. and he wanted her to keep her religious enthusiasm but she had to see how Jewish faith works as well.

Eliza was grateful that Mrs. Osberg didn’t get hurt too badly by Marla, but Gemma had a black eye and Mrs. Osberg was not happy about being kicked by the bully.

“What’s going to be done about this Victor?” Mrs. Osberg folded her hands together and then smoothed out her new white organdy dress. She had just gotten a manicure down the street at Amato’s and her hair had just been cut, shaped and dyed. It shone bright and blended well with her makeup and red lipstick. She was a piece of work and wore herself well!

“Well, obviously Eliza isn’t to blame, so I guess it’s up to Marla’s parents to do what they have to do.”

Eliza imagined Mrs. Hines taking a coat hanger to Marla, maybe even a leather belt or even a switch she might have bought just for the occasion. Eliza knew very well how Marla’s mother could be and she threw her power around the lunchroom like a prison guard bucking for a promotion! It was scary.

“Well, you won’t see that anytime soon,” said Mrs. Osberg.

“Why?”

“I called Mrs. Hines and she gave me an ear full,” said Mrs. Osberg.

“And I’ve seen her in school, she’s the same, both of them, if not worse,” added Eliza.

“Has she tried to get you?” Asked Mr. Osberg.

“Well, I have to say that she’s not as bad as she was. So that’s good, but she
will get me eventually, somehow in her own way!”

“Okay, enough on Marla. Did you speak to the Moshe brother’s parents?”

“Yes, I did. Both of them could not have been any nicer and more understanding. They grounded the boys indefinitely and said their son’s should have known better,” reported Mrs. O.

“Roy and Rich were not there when it happened,” said Eliza, playing the Jesus role to the hilt.

“Glenda?”

“No, Glenda wasn’t there either.”

“Where is Glenda?” Asked Mrs. Osberg.

“She had music practice,” said Eliza, wishing they’d allow her to take music lessons too, but she was just too out of control and hyper for that, at least in her parent’s eyes.

“Oh,” Said Mr. Osberg.

“Well, that’s that.”

“Go on and play,” suggested Mrs. Osberg, wanting to be alone with her husband.

So Eliza went on after the event. Rich was hiding behind the door and pulled her to him.

“What’s up in there?” He asked, seeming to b fearful. Rich never had the gumshoe Eliza had so he was always quiet, subdued, and reserved in every way. He retreated into himself and had his own world of protection. It was the essence of Rich!

So Eliza went back to school always wondering when Marla was going to trounce her. One day when Glenda, Rich and Eliza were coming home from school they noticed a ruckus going on across from the UN Building. People of all shapes and sizes were marching. It was Israel vs. the Arabs and people on both sides were getting restless wanting to riot. The riot horses moved in.

“Hey, there’s Preview,” said Eliza, noticing the riot horse she’d petted for years.

“Yea, I see him,” said Rich looking at the brown horse in the distance.

“Oh, look there’s Rosie!” Eliza pointed next to Preview to a lighter brown looking horse.

The children ran through the surly crowd and up to the 2 riot policeman on the curb by the famous square, Dag Hammarskjold Square where a huge monument stood and the inscription read "We Shall Beat Our Swords Into Plow!"

“Hey it’s those kids again, Jim,” said one cop, seeming unfazed about the crowd getting ugly. He liked the kids and they always remembered the horse’s names and to bring a lump of sugar that Preview loved. The Osberg kids smiled up at the cops and loved the whole aura of it… Especially the horses and the cops mixed in together. They fed the animals sugar and even a carrot. Eliza had ridden at summer camp since she was 5! It was an amazing experience and made her love the animal. Of course her love of the American Indians fueled a lot of thing with horses and this was one of them!

A few other policemen on horses were on hand and edged over to the small group. They joined Preview and Rosie and formed a strong line of defense against the backdrop of the UN Building but let the kids continue to pet the horses. It had been this way for many years now and the kids were like fixtures, and you just accepted them, it was strange but few questioned it, and the ones that did, mostly were ignored. Just as though the kids didn’t get unruly or that the demonstration became weapons violent they knew how to handle it.

“Wow, some new recruits?” asked Eliza. She went and begged to pet another horse. “What’s his name, Officer?”

“Donahue like Troy Donahue, the actor,” he said, not expecting the little girl to know who he was, but she did due to her mom’s love of old movies and Broadway.

The kids petted the animals as the 2 sides protested and started to get edgy. Glenda was getting freaked out and she was starting to whimper and cry, looking very
frustrated.

For some reason Eliza was not afraid. Rich was just looking around and in awe as the crowd suddenly swelled to hundreds of people. Some man on the Israeli side started a chant. He started to scream this weird high pitched yell. Some women enhanced it by shrilling their little ditty. The women were mimicking the Arab female call, a cross between a yodel and an Indian war whoop!

“We are going to riot,” warned the inciter on the Arab side. “We will break down these barriers and riot!”

The crowd started to push at the barriers. The police went into action immediately. They almost mowed down Eliza who was standing by. The police horses went forward. She jumped out of the way nimbly, not really fazed.

“Let’s get out of here,” said Rich.

After feeding Preview the last carrot, Eliza took charge. “Hold on to me,” said Eliza as both Rich and Glenda grabbed on to her shirt tail and she began to lead them out as Glenda whimpered. They were in the middle of the hurricane of a crowd ready to burst. People were like heated clouds turning into thunderheads. They were acting rowdy.

Eliza cut a path through the crowd. Up on the small platform there was an Arab man dressed in traditional garb and Eliza noticed his shoes which were curled in the front. She would love a pair. He was speaking loudly through a megaphone that echoed and bounced against the buildings. News cameras were set up and cameras were snapping and clicking.

Dag Hammarskjold Square seemed to be the place where the World beat on the doors of the United Nations Building that shadowed it, just a small little cement square. Eliza looked up at the inscription in stone with a man pushing a plow. “…we shall beat our swords into plows” … But it seemed like the opposite today to Eliza, at least at that moment.

“Just stay close to me,” instructed Eliza, taking the lead.

The crowd was swelling and billowing and the riot police were trying to restore order which looked far from being contained. Eliza spotted Preview and Rosie in the crowd and headed for them. The two horses actually recognized the girls after so many years and caught their scent and came to their rescue and on their own came to the aid of Eliza and her scared stiff sister Glenda. The horses came and surrounded the girls for a split second as to give them time to cross over to the more tamer side of the curb. No one would have believed it if they hadn’t of been there. It was amazing and memorable.

The riot horses were edged back by their riders back into the thick of it, and left their charges on the curb in safety of the headquarters set up there. They did their thing and Eliza noticed the horses before the riders. They had been coming to this corner for years now and had befriended the riot horse brigade.

Eliza wished this had been going on when Marla was there because that whole thing may have been avoided and maybe the Moshe Brothers would be with them now instead of being grounded like they were. Eliza continued to push through the crowd with Rich and Glenda holding on to her for dear life. Eliza wondered what punishment Marla had gotten from her witch of a mother Mrs. Hines. She’d seen Mrs. Hines in action at school and knew well how that lady was. She had begun working in the cafeteria as a monitor back when Eliza was in 1st grade. She would always separate Eliza and her very best friend Roland who had moved to Germany when Eliza was in 4th grade after he was left back. They were inseparable and Mrs. Hines would say “Hey you two, move down,” but it sounded like “moo down,” she always separated Roland and Eliza but Eliza always laughed when Hines said, “moo down, moo down,” like a cow.

It became a fever pitch with the crowd, just when it seemed that everything would go totally haywire, Glenda, Rich and Eliza reached the other side of the street. On this side of the street was a circle of people that were sitting down to pray in all ways. The kids ran across the street back to the UN Plaza. From their vantage point it looked like a restless sea of people bobbing on a choppy ocean. The kids had participated in many protests in the past, especially when the Vietnam War made it’s face known by the late 1960s… There was also a protest that got the kids marching on the news and Victor Osberg almost fell off the couch when he saw a fast clip of it the next evening when he was watching his usual news station and sipping his vodka and eating his herring and matzo crackers. It was when Taiwan wanted to separate from China.

Eliza remembered, as they ran down the UN Plaza driveway the time this Russian fraction was protesting there. They had a huge black cage and they were chanting over and over, “Let our people go, now, let’ our people go, now!”

So Eliza ran down and joined them after checking with the riot guys who were there via Preview and Rosie! The leader of the protest, a fat, sweaty Russian man, asked Eliza to sit in the cage and she obliged him. They carried her around and chanted the slogan. Even the news trained their many cameras on her in the cage.

Later that evening Mr. Osberg was watching the news when they flashed his daughter in the cage. He was angry at first but later he decided not to say anything. Eliza didn’t mention it so why rock the boat. If she had missed school or lied then that would be a reason. He switched to channel 2 CBS and saw the same tape with Eliza in the cage. He was amused now, but as always he called Fern, who was up late.

“Fern, I just saw Eliza on a news story. She was riding in a cage. It’s on every sobering.”

“Really?” Fern was amazed.

“Yes,” said Victor, sounding like he was losing his mind.

“Victor calm down now! Jesus Mary and Joseph it’s not the end of the world, put your doubts aside…It’s your daughter, your crazy daughter who has the know-how and knowledge and thirst to know things…plus your wife’s genes of showbiz…she’s a natural.”

“My God, she’s just a kid!”

“Now Victor, I want you to go to the bar and get yourself a dry vodka with a dash of lemon juice. Sniff the drink before you sip, then take a big swig and breath out slowly then sniff in the fumes of the lemon and vodka! You will see a difference.”

“Well if she isn’t hurting anyone whey mention it. In fact, if I do mention it, it might become more of a problem. In this case, forget it…Eliza is fine!”

He told her all about what happened with Marla, much of what Fern already knew but she stored it away with the other info and assessed it. She had answers…it takes pray and meditation…. Jesus leads the way…She would teach them this and they would overcome evil and ignorance.

“God is with you Victor Osberg,” said Fern in a low whisper.

“I figured you’d say that Fern. I’ll see you Monday night, okay?

“Okay, God Bless you.”

“You too, bye.”

He hung up and turned on the t.v. just as Johnny started his monologue! During a commercial break he went into the bathroom and relieved himself and then took a dose of some tranquilizer his doctor has prescribed for him to sleep! He’d turned to meds this time. It wasn’t easy. But business was good and even Lita was trying to get him to slow down and retire early and count his retirement golden egg! He’d been sitting on it for years, and it was time to cash in.

NYC BACKYARD

A few weeks after the big protest, Eliza and Glenda were at the UN Park by the UN Rose Gardens. Thankfully Marla had just about stopped her jealous tirade, but she was still be “vibing Eliza out” as the other kids had heard them say. Still Marla glared at Eliza from across the classroom and most scariest of all was when Marla just by chance passed by the classroom where Eliza was sitting in and “vibed her out” there. No one who saw would admit or stop the torment. People were conditioned and it was known that they wanted to cater to the blacks to make them want to send their kids there, all the way from Harlem or even have a mother of one of them working in the office in a semi important position!

Through the school gossip grapevine, Eliza had found out that Marla wanted her burned at the stake in a sense, literally, same with her mother. Eliza felt like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, and just wished she could use the ruby slippers to get out of the school, but right now she and her sister played at the elegant park, which was usually empty except for am abandoned car outside the gates of he little park nestled between the UN and the UN Plaza Apartments.

Seeing the abandoned car parked in front of the UN looked like a sore thumb with a cast on it.

Eliza and Glenda walked up to the car and riffled through it, finding nothing. They went back to the park and began playing on the swings. A bum showed up and began going around the park and going through the trash cans, but it was the way he was doing it. The disheveled man dumped the cans out and picked through and then moved on to the next basket.

At that moment Eliza had her Dad’s Polaroid camera and began snapping photos of the activity of the bum. She proceeded to photograph him dumping the baskets, and it was all coming out instantly on black and white film. She’d had bought it at the souvenir shop in the Delegates Lobby!

“Look at that bum dumping all that garbage around the park,” said Eliza, bringing Glenda’s attention to it.

“Eliza, stop snapping photos of him like that! He’ll come after us!”

“Oh stop it, he will not,” said Eliza as she snapped more of him doing his dirty work.

Glenda ran away from Eliza and hid in the Rose bushes by the General Assembly Building.

The bum was doing his thing and Eliza snapped some shots of him in various stages of his dirty work. Shots of him dumping it, sifting through it, eating it and sitting in his midday lunch munching. He had retrieved a discarded KFC bag, and at first he seemed happy until he saw what he thought he would. “Awww, coleslaw again damn it!” He ate it though.

The light skinned black man in a tie and rumpled brown suit move his cache over to the abandoned car and proceeded to eat in the auto without a care in the world, so Eliza snapped a few of him eating in the car and he didn’t even noticed Eliza that’s how sly she was in getting him candid. She was a natural in many ways.

So Eliza looked at her instant camera handy work. She was proud of it and wanted to show her father, who encouraged that stuff.

She ran over to Glenda. “Look, look, this is so cool,” said Eliza.

“No, I don’t want to see it,” said Glenda. She was nervously looking over at the bum eying her back suspiciously and trying to act all tough now. He picked up on Glenda’s fear.

Eliza showed the shots to Glenda. Glenda half looked at the photos, but kept looking at the bum who just sat in the abandoned car and ate.

“Okay, I looked, now let’s go,” said Glenda. She wanted to get as far way from the bum as possible. Just as Glenda was about to bolt out of there, a police car cruised by and stopped when they saw the abandoned car. They got out and came up to the curb and saw the car with the bum sitting in it totally obliviously to them being there.

“Hey Mister…”

“Yes, you,” said the second officer.

“What officer… I’m not doin’ nothin’…This ain’t even my car,” said the pitifully dressed man down on his luck…

“We figured that,” said the first officer as he surveyed the area and the car itself checking for bombs or anything a miss. They were doing those things now that the Vietnam War was in full swing.

“No sir, this ain’t my car. I was just sitting in it and havin’ my chicken dinner!”

The cops looked around the UN Park and noticed tons of trash spilled out of the trash cans. They stared back at the bum looking innocent.

“Well, what’s to do here Joe?” asked one officer to his dark haired partner.

“Well, there’s not much, maybe ticket him for loitering and send him on his way.”

One officer started the paperwork. The bum got on his feet, coleslaw bits coming out of his mouth with a half eaten biscuit in his dirty hands.

“So you said you didn’t dump this trash all over the park?”

“That’s right officer sir…. No way. I didn’t do it. Give me my ticket and send me on my way,” said the bum. Maybe you better talk to those two kids over there, I think they wuz’ the ones!”

“Officer, officer, wait a second,” cried Eliza who had been watching from the side lines. “Wait one second,” cried Eliza with the photos in her hands, “Look officer, he’s lying!” Eliza handed the officer the shots she’d taken minutes before they showed up, even a few of when they arrived before she’d run out of film.

The cops were impressed with the work. “Can I have this one?” Asked one of the cops, wanting a black and white clear and crisp of him talking to the suspect with his partner watching on the sidelines.

“Why of course you can…. That’s why I snapped two!” Said Eliza.

“Thanks kid!” The officer took the little photo and slipped it in his coat pocket.

“No problem,” she said.

“Joe, Joe, come here, look at this,” he called to his partner who was watching the bum. The guy was just about to make a quick getaway. “Hold it mister,” said Officer Joe.

The shots clearly showed the bum dumping trash all over the pristine park. Shots of him dumping trash, picking in it and eating it and sitting in the car with his “find”. It was all in the photos.

“So, uh, Mr. Un, Mr. Ulysses," said the cop. “You said you didn’t dump the garbage around the park? Then what are these?”

The bum looked from the two officers to the candid Polaroid’s taken of him dumping and eating the garbage.

“So?” Asked the officer holding the shots.

“I, I, ummmm, I, ummm…” he stammered then deflated defeated.

“Pick it up guy, or we’ll run ya’ in. I knew you was lying!”

“Pick it up now,” commanded the second officer.

“Okay, okay officers, I’s doing it!” The bum looked around and spotted the Osberg girls standing by the slides. Glenda ran out the back door and down the street.

Eliza kept her ground. She wanted the photos back. Officer Joe walked over to her. “Hey, thanks kid, you saved us a lot of grief,” he said. Good work. Glad we came along when we did.”

The bum glared angrily at Eliza. It did not faze her in the least, but now Glenda was far away back up stairs, probably crying to mom or Gemma.

“Hey kid, you better skee-dattle and take these,” he said, handing back the photos to the plucky young girl who he almost mistook for a boy!

“You done a good thing, kid,” said the other officer ruffling her hair.

Eliza took the photos and took one more look at the bum who was sweating and swearing and carrying on. She took one more shot of him and the police to the side. He did pick up the garbage though. The cops left, then Eliza ran as fast as she could to the to the other side of the street by the other park across the street they labeled The Dog Park. The bum watched her. She screamed, “Sucker,” and ran into the UN Plaza through the revolving doors. If the bum tried to follow he would not be allowed inside, so she was safe and couldn’t wait to tell her father and show him the photos. He would be home on Thursday. It was so exciting. She was intrigued with it and loved the attitude and fun of it. And she surely would show Richard this!

Eliza walked into the apartment after taking more photos of the desk man and even Ching Ling. She walked into the den where Rich, Roy and Glenda watched cartoons and ate lots of candy from Bernie’s Candy store downstairs.

“Look it’s Eliza!” Glenda ran around laughing and joking. “Show them the photos!” Said Glenda triumphantly, now that she was 23 flights up and far from the ugly bum who could have hurt her.

Eliza passed them around and Rich especially loved the photo of the cops. “Cool,” he said.

“You took these?” Asked Roy.

“Yes,” said Eliza proudly. She told them the story, with Glenda filling in the parts about running away. Eliza explained everything to them about what happened after Glenda ran like a scared rabbit. “Wow, if you were in the Apache days you would be dead now!”

“God, you were brave,” said Roy.

“I’m going to do a report for school on it,” said Eliza.

“You’re lucky that bum didn’t come after you Eliza,” said Glenda, who even looked out the window with a little fear on her cute face.

“Well, I think I have more to fear from Marla than some stupid bum,” said Eliza.

“Oh yea, that’s right, I forget,” said Glenda.

“What are you going to do, Eliza?” Asked Rich.

“I heard something about it in school, you know that Shadee Moshe is in my math class and he was talking to the other kids about it. Marla really hates you,” said Rich.

“She was the one that wanted to come over, not me!” Said Eliza.

“I don’t know,” said Rich.

“It will all work out. I feel it already starting to fade a bit. She’s not even caught me alone. I am careful and hang around with Gracie’s friends and they like now that they’ve gotten to know me and have sort of taken me under their wing!”

Later on Eliza started putting something together with her pictures and by the time dinner was ready, she’d labeled everything and glued together a nice collage of the event. Her father would be proud. She knew her teacher would flip for it! As for the bum and Marla, well she would pray as she had for the last few weeks for them!

EAST END BOWLING ALLEY

Every Saturday all the kids went to the Bill/Dave Youth Center. It was simply called “Bill-Dave Club, the names of the owners, who were brothers. They also ran a summer camp called Wineko that Roy and Rich first went to, before Camp Skylemar took their hearts. But all 4 kids went to Bill-Dave.

In fact, it was the first time Eliza saw a bowling alley. The first bowling alley she’d been in was in September of 1966, two months after the Osbergs moved to the UN Plaza. Lenny was not driving for Bill/Dave at that time. But it was an older black man name Vic who took about 6 to 7 of kids to an upstairs bowling alley on Broadway, but very shortly the center expanded and hired van drivers and Eliza never saw Vic again. Lenny now drove them to and from the parks, amusement places, museums, bowling alleys and such places like skating rings and now to the End Bowling Alley on the lower East side of New York City. East End Avenue and 1st, or was it York?

The East End Bowl was on the lower East side. It was huge with 3 floors of alleys and lots of vending machines and automats. It was the first time Eliza and her siblings saw a microwave oven. She and her friends Glen and Gary watched it cook food and they even put things not allowed in, sometimes even the taboo forbidden tinfoil just to watch it spark and crackle.

John the Bully threw in a huge cockroach and they watched it explode.

Eliza was fascinated with it. The roach was put in then when they turned the dial and pushed the red button, the roach stopped in its tracks, froze for a split second then exploded with a “splat” right before their eyes.

Soon the management went to Lenny and told him that if it continued with “his kids”, they would be ejected from the bowling alley. Len gave everyone a stern lecture dotted with visions of punishments and non-perks, plus being sent home in a taxi with parents footing the bill.

Dave, who rarely got in on the antics and usually just made sure the invoices and such were being paid and that the liability insurance was intact, plus that the vans had the right registrations, decided to step up to the soap box and haltingly told them all that if the “tomfoolery” didn’t cease, he’d make arrangements for a trip to the New York City Library. Everyone groaned, but promised, scout’s honor, to be good from then on!

Lenny spoke up again after Dave did. “Don’t put anymore shit in those microwaves! Do you realize we’ll be thrown out, and those ovens can kill you!!!”

“What do you mean?” asked a scared Eliza.

“That’s right,” spoke up Bill. “Microwaves are accelerated particles of heat and even a small explosion in the oven could kill you! Read the labels kids, it says that if you have a pacemaker, and you know what those are, or if you are pregnant, do not stand near it!”

Everyone looked around at each other as if to say, “It was you, not me,” but Bill/Dave Youth staff knew the ropes here. Bill and his brothers had run Camp Wineko the same way, so they knew all the ‘kid tricks’.

Lenny added, “If we’re thrown out of this place, I will not be a happy camper kids! I will be very angry if that happens, so take care, okay?”

The kids knew he was serious. No one wanted to cross this guy. Not even John would strike out at him as he would sometimes do to Dave, who was not really a kid kind of guy, and mostly made sure the books were balanced and every parent paid their dues. There was another brother named Alan, but he only seemed to show up when food was being prepared out of a big box of cheese, baloney, mayo, etc. He was the food guy and wasn’t really needed at the bowling alley. But when it came to going to Central Park or Van Cortland Park, or even ice skating, Alan would man the box of food and oversee the food lines! He also wasn’t a kid type of guy either and Eliza found that out last year when they went to the skating ring at Central Park and she had fallen down and someone had skated over her gloved fingers. He overreacted and rushed her to the infirmary at the ring in Central Park's security department. Her parents were in Sardinia at the time, so only Gemma was home that
day.

Fern and Ginny had gone shopping on Broadway. Gemma handled it and showed up at the ring herself in a taxi cab. It turned out fine though and she just took Eliza home. The person’s skate had run over her left hand, but it was so minor. Eliza had been a bit traumatized because Alan had been nervous!

But even after the big bowling alley lecture the microwave ovens still were be tampered with by the kids. So management got wise and installed a locked timer and moved the bulky machines up to the 3rd floor where the big leagues played and you had to ask permission from the guy at the door to use the ovens or at least be a league member.

But the kids at Bill/Dave got very good and even joined as one of the leagues thanks to Bill pushing them and Lenny talking to management. Eventually Lenny even supervised them for the Bill/Dave league team and they even won trophies, even little Glenda. Roy and Rich ended up on opposite teams as were Glenda and Eliza, but they all had won trophies with winning league teams.

Mr. Osberg was very impressed with all of them. He actually bowled an average near-perfect almost to 300 and had his own bowling ball. Eliza saw it many times and took it out when he was away. It was in his clothes closet and had a nice smelling leather bag as a house for it. The holes were big and measured to her father’s fingers. It was heavy, but one night Eliza had taken a few fake slow shots using their hallway as an alley. It helped her get better at the job. But she never got caught and one day her father even took the ball out, probably having noticed that someone was using it. He was sharp in that way, but figured it was Eliza. He gave her some tips on balance and a certain way to hit the alley and make the pins fall!

He was most proud of Roy and Richard, because even when they went to Wineko they had won trophies and plaques. Rich and Roy were not and never would be star athletes. As Eliza bowled for her team she remembered when her Dad made her brothers play Pop Warner Football. Eliza had watched in the shadows as her brothers bowled, which you could tell they loved to do. Especially when a huge cardboard box filled with fresh hot shoe string French fries and cold drinks of Coke and Root Beer awaited their return to the score table. She remembered the Pop Warner days when she’d watch the tears in their eyes as they slowly put on their whole football uniforms and helmets and filed into my father’s bedroom, helmets and all.

Finally, Eliza mother intervened when Rich went crying to her. So Victor Osberg
changed his tactics and tried to get the boys into hunting and fishing, even buying a few items to entice them – hunting knives and a compass, plus promising to take them to Canada on a camping trip he might plan. That got Rich going. Eliza tried to horn in on it too, loving Indians like she did, but her father became aloof with her and held her back. “No Eliza, this is for them!”

He’d relented on the football but actually went out and bought them each a compass and a hunting knife. Rich already had a set of replica models of police guns and German Lugar pistols. They looked so real.

One day Eliza saw the football uniforms and wanted to impress her father. She was a through and through tomboy always. She put on the football gear and ran into her dad’s den. Ironically he was watching pro football on the big color Zenith t.v.

“Daddy, look at me!”

“Eliza, take that off. Put it back now!” He was annoyed.

“But,”

“No buts, now! You are a girl, not a boy!”

Eliza had been slightly hurt by is remark. But she understood that he was probably disappointed with his first sons and wanted them to show enthusiasm.

But when they started playing in the bowling leagues all four kids at East End Bowl, Mr. Osberg went and bought the boys bowling balls and matching bags. Even though Eliza and Glenda had a few trophies Mrs. Osberg still gave most of the glory to the boys.

They had been going to East End Bowl for weeks and finally they knew it well enough to have a very offbeat game of Cowboys and Indians! By the end of one rough and tumble bowling day and after Eliza and her friends had hamburgers, fries and Cokes, they dared each other to walk down the long alley and look inside the pin machine! No one was around and they were in-between league games and everyone had gone to lunch or left the building or went to visit others on the other floors. The wax guy had finished his stint, and there wasn’t anyone in authority in sight, not even the crafty Lenny, who had laid off as the teams came to fruition! Even the security guards by the Microwave machines were missing from their posts, having long since realized the kids would not fool with the machines now that they had joined the leagues, so things became suddenly lackadaisical! So the group started daring the stunt, which could be dangerous if someone got caught or hurt.

Believe it or not Casper was the first volunteer. Slowly he walked gingerly down the well lit alley. The buzzer sounded when he stepped over the line. Eliza followed him and pretended to be Geronimo meeting his tribe behind a canyon. When they got to the end, John the Bully actually rolled a ball down the alley and the two had to jump out of the way, Eliza skinning her knee as she jumped away and fell in the gutter! The sound so close of the pins when the ball hit them was staggering and the two jumped back up and ran back to the seats. Eliza could smell the oil from the pin machine and she was curious to look behind the alleys.

Betsy was with Eliza and they started to fight over the balls coming in on the enclosed ball machine. During a particularly rough game of Cowboys and Indians Eliza had let Betsy on her team reluctantly. The spoiled blond girl, whose mother charged you when you made a phone call from their home, started trying to take over as chief and Eliza was having none of that. She remembered when John the Bully tried it and this time Eliza was not going to submit.

She and Betsy stood by the machine opening where the balls were coming out from other bowlers oblivious to the two girls and their private game. In their game the Indians were supposed to grab a ball someone just shot and claim it. Betsy wanted the ball before Eliza and put her hands out in front of Eliza’s. Eliza wanted that ball and just as it was going to come through the round hole, Eliza put her hands at the last minute, further into the mechanism. So her fingers were inside the machine more than they should have been when the ball came up from the shoot.

It was then that the ball crushed Eliza’s left hand. She yelled in pain as the second ball behind the first landed against the first ball. Betsy jumped back when she saw blood pour out. Everyone was screaming when a young French youth center worker who had just started that day came running on the scene. The Frenchman was good looking and loved kids and knew how to deal with a crisis. He was very handsome and sweet, unlike Lenny who was very “New York” and very gruff.

“Help me, Oh God help,” cried Eliza.

The Frenchman and Bill made an effort to pull Eliza’s hand out. “Turn off this alley, please!”

The manager, a portly old man, ran back to the switch and frantically switched things on and off. “Shut down Lane 15,” cried one man. There was an echo of different male voices, some screeching “Shut down Lane 15, by God, shut it down NOW!”

Finally they got a hold and grip and the Frenchman pulled, which released the hand. The Frenchman took his scarf and wrapped Eliza's hand up and directed her over to the eatery tables. At first they thought her fingers were broken because Eliza did have some fingers that were bent oddly, but the wound was on top of Eliza’s hand, not the fingers, once they cleaned the blood off and put an ice pack on it immediately. Even John the Bully looked concerned.

It looked pretty bad, but Bill ran and called the Osbergs, Gemma answering.

“Osberg residence,” she said with a slight hint of her Jamaican accent coming though.

“Hello, this is Bill Axelrod of Bill/Dave Club for Kids! We have Eliza here and she’s been injured.”

“Oh my God,” screamed Gemma, who ran for Ms. Osberg who was in her bedroom getting ready to go to the Plaza with Eve Glass for lunch.

“Tell them to bring her to our doctor and I’ll meet them there!”

“Okay, Mrs. Osberg,” said Gemma, not faltering. She’d been through a few of these lately with the kids and in the end it was going to be okay, just like when Eliza fell and hurt her leg in that pool accident she told Gemma about.

“The address is 5 Park Avenue, I’m calling her now on Mr. Osbergs other line,” said Mrs. Osberg. She sounded panicked, but in control. She was wearing all white, a beautiful fluffy sweater wrap with white pumps and even a long string of pure white pearls. She was smashing and elegant! “Tell Bill I’ll meet him there,” instructed Mrs. Osberg. She called down to the desk and ordered Tom at the desk to get her a cab ASAP!

Bill himself drove Eliza there rather than have Lenny do it. Bill had noted how upset Eliza got when Lenny came up and began to try and tease her. It just was his way to show affection. Bill knew that. But there was a time and place for that, and now isn’t the time, so he gave Len a look that said, “Bug off and go away,” which Lenny did. He’d known the Axelrod brothers for years and they had been very supportive of his steps to improve and stop his drinking, and had given him many jobs through the years.

Eliza had cried harder and became hysterical so Lenny backed off.

Bill pulled up in one of the vans to Eliza’s doctor’s office. She was waiting for them and had stayed open for this. Dr. Shipp was extra tall and lean. She had black hair in a bun on top of her head. She was calm and soft spoken and had a raspy but firm unwavering voice, almost like Fern did! Eliza had to endure their dentist Dr. Vogelstein who had a poster in his office. As he drilled the cavities the poster was in front of the patient on the wall. It read … “Painless Dentist Upstairs” with an arrow pointing to the 2nd floor above, noting that he was on the 1st floor and therefore was not the painless dentist! When he’d find a cavity he would make much dramatics with the flailing of his hands. He’d run out of the room screaming “Lita, Lita, Lita!”

Before that Eliza had Dr. Fine, but he was anything but fine! He was a Dr. Frankenstein as far as Eliza was concerned. Once he’d given her a booster shot and hurt her and from then on she would carry on and cry whenever she had to go to him. He, in turn, didn’t like Eliza one bit and would use scare tactics to shut her up, which never worked and only incensed Eliza, making her scared and unsure of what to do.

But Dr. Shipp had taken all that away. She was a good woman and a good doctor and she was the only one who had suggested they give Eliza a sedative at night so she could sleep better, but the Osbergs had refused.

“What happened?” asked Dr. Shipp. She was her usual calm self. She’d been their doctor for years now. Bill explained as they took Eliza in the examining room. Dr. Shipp gently unwrapped the scarf that was coved in fresh blood.

She cleaned the wound with the help of her nurse. She noticed Bill’s natural calm nature. Eliza seemed to relax even with the injury.

“Well, it’s a deep gash but I think the butterfly stitches will do in this case, Eliza,” said Dr. Shipp.

“That’s a relief,” said Bill as the doctor calmly continued to clean the wound, put the butterflies on it, and wrapped the hand in light soft gauze.

“At that moment Mrs. Osberg rushed in.

Bill explained.

“Who was supervising?” asked Mrs. Osberg, going right over to her daughter and kissing her and hugging her tightly.

“I was there Mrs. Osberg, as well as my staff,” said Bill evenly.

“Well this is inexcusable,” ranted Mrs. Osberg. And Bill knew she was right. She had a right to be angry and upset.

“No stitches, Mrs. Osberg, she’s going to be okay!”

Mrs. Osberg looked deeply in Dr. Shipps' dark grey eyes.

“She’ll be fine Lita,” said Dr. Shipp, taking Mrs. Osberg’s gloved hand.

“It wasn’t Bill’s fault, Mom,” said Eliza.

“I know sweetie.”

“You just take it easy young lady. There will be no bowling for you until I say so, are you clear on that?”

“Yes, Doctor…”

“Of course Dr. Shipp,” agreed Lita.

“I will Doc,” said Eliza.

“Thank you Bill.”

“No problem, Mrs. Osberg. I’m just glad she is okay.”

They all left together, including the doctor and her nurse. The taxi had dutiful waited all that time, meter running. Mrs. Osberg would have it no other way.

As Mrs. Osberg got in with Eliza, she turned to Bill and thanked him profusely.

“My pleasure, Mrs. Osberg!” he said humbly. He was glad he’d not let Lenny come. It was better this way, with as little drama as possible.

“Bill was very good to me, and he truly cares, Mom!”

“Mrs. Osberg, I hope you this incident won’t deter you from continuing to send your kids to my club!”

“Well, you must admit, I’d had some doubts about Eliza, but we’ll see.”

“Mom, remember years ago when we first started coming here I stepped on a peg at
the bowling alley and my right foot got really infected?”

“Oh, yes, I do! But this was a bit worse dear.”

“I think they need to make some changes over at East End,” said Dr. Shipp.

“I know.”

“I do remember now how Eliza’s father brought her in when she stepped on that little plastic letter at the bowling alley,” recalled the good doctor as the cab driver waved them in, wanting to get on with the trip.

They all hugged and took off. Bill got into his van and ended up giving Dr. Shipp a ride to her apartment on Fifth Avenue. Then he went back to the club and picked up his brother Dave and they went to a nearby deli for dinner.

“Everything’s okay now,” said Bill to his quiet brother who did the books better than reprimand a kid.

“I’m glad,” said the other man as he munched on a roast beef sandwich.

“She’ll keep all of them in, so we didn’t lose them!”

“Good. We do our best.”

“I know, but if it got out that she was going to pull her kids from our club, people might jump ship too, because of her!”

“She didn’t, so relax and eat your food! I’ve gotta’ pick up and pastrami dinner for Alan. He’s at your apartment.

“It’s always food with that one,” laughed Dave.

They both ate and talked about their day and the outcome of Eliza’s accident.

"I’ve got to thank Frenchy for what he did! I’m so glad I found him. He kept his head cool and I like that.”

“Me too!”

A few weeks later when Eliza returned to the East End Bowl she’d noticed that they had removed the tops of the ball return machines which was a very positive move and would cut down on accidents from then on. Signs were posted that if anyone was caught walking down the alleys would be forbidden to ever come back. From then on everything went normally.

ELIZA’S LEGS BEHIND HER BACK TRICK!

Eliza was always very flexible. She would be able to take her legs and fold them behind her back which would amaze even amaze the biggest and meanest bully, black, white or whatever.

She could recall as far back as being 3 years old and falling asleep in the Yoga Lotus position. Mrs. Osberg would check on her daughter and would be aghast at how she folded herself all up in a round ball… Mrs. Osberg made a big problem out of it and forbade Eliza to sleep that way, as if Eliza didn’t have enough problems as it stood.

In school, starting at first grade, Eliza noticed by accident that could she could do that; the folding of her legs behind her back trick… otherwise known as, “Hey Eliza, roll up into a ball!!!!”.

But that would bring attention to her odd looking fingers, which only had 2 knuckles, instead of the customary 3 everyone had on each hand, and a few of her fingers were bent to the right, the ring fingers and the pinky on the right hand. This brought mostly “unwanted” attention to her, that along with her crazy antics of bending her body like an Indian Yogi! Then there was her keen love for the American Indians. She was so into them. Eliza so easily had become a full fledged Far East Student… She would have excelled at Yoga if her parents had only let her. Her dad had much experience with it when he did a stint in the Navy in the early Fifties. He’d taken a liking to the Oriental culture and art, and had many things Oriental.

They were not encouraging her to do the Yoga, and seemed dead set against letting Eliza try it. They warned her not to do it. But in school Eliza was more popular when she did the Yoga antics. It sort of empowered her and led them to change her wardrobe from the cute little dresses to the little boy’s Danskin outfits.

It should be noted that Barbara Streisand mentioned in her semi autobiography that she too could do that same trick as Eliza could do, putting her legs behind her head and rolling up into a ball, so that fueled even more antics at school. Streisand is quoted in the book to the extent of this: “When I was a kid I remember I could do this little trick for attention. I would gather the other kids around me and would plot down on the ground and roll my legs up behind my head and roll up into a ball. I got a lot of attention, until my mother found out, and knowing I was wearing dresses!”

But Eliza had her limitations too. Due to her missing knuckles she could not grip the jungle gym bars, and she could not make a full fist so later on in her lifespan she would also take a high interest in Oriental things, especially Karate.

Eliza had a natural enthusiasm that bordered on hyper activity but they had never given her any meds of any kind, except when she was very ill as a child and they had given her a mild antihistamine. Some wondered if maybe Eliza Osberg was out of control. In first grade she jumped up excitedly because she knew the answer to the riddle in the workbook, which came to her mind quicker than most of the other normal students in the large classroom. Mrs. Slusskin was standing over the child and suddenly Eliza jumped up and knocked the teacher with the top of her little curly head, clocking the teacher in the chin, making a bloody mess! At first they thought perhaps she may have hit the teacher on purpose out of an anger outburst, but a little German boy saw it all and saved Eliza from the gallows! It was the shy, quiet boy who still donned the traditional German suspenders and leather chap looking shorts and leather top! Roland & Eliza! They made a great pair, like Judy Garland & Mickey Rooney.

When Roland and Eliza met, they became inseparable. They ate together, played together, talked non stop and tried to sit together in class sometimes. Mrs. Hines made it her ‘life’s blood’ to keep the two lovebirds apart, which is what it was becoming. Roland got a great kick out of kissing Eliza, and watching her roll up into a ball, so did the other kids, but when Roland’s brother Daniel asked Eliza to do her leg trick for his sixth grader buddies and kiss Roland for them, the couple agreed readily. Any attention for Eliza in her mind was good attention. So at recess practically the whole sixth grade made a circle and Eliza and Roland did their ‘thing’!

“Now kiss!” Every coaxed.

They kissed, holding each other close.

“Woooo, what a kiss,” said one boy in awe.

“Now do that trick Eliza, do it, do it!”

Everyone began chanting, “Do it, Do it Eliza, Do it!”

The whole crowd was chanting louder and louder until the usually distant 9th graders across the fence over at the High School of Art & Design even looked in.

“Do it Eliza, Do it, Do it, Do it Eliza, Do it, Do it!”

And she did, very well indeed. Everyone screamed with glee, some others in shock, this girl Eliza could really tie herself up…”Wow!”

But ‘acting’ principal Averberg had been looking out from his “parapet” at the whole incident from beginning to end, and he was going to take action. He called Mrs. Hines, of all his staff, in and said, “Go see what that’s all about!”

“Yes, Mr. Averberg,” said Mrs. Hines, loving the authority. She went outside and walked up to the group, with her hands on her hips. She spotted Roland and Eliza on the ground in full swing! Eliza jumped up and down then put her legs way behind her head so effortlessly that it was like being in a circus!

Mrs. Hines ran into the crowd of kids and grabbed Roland by the collar and pushed him away. “Stand there,” she yelled. Eliza looked up from the ground. She’d been laughing and carrying on then saw an upside down Mrs. Hines glaring at her and for a second she saw Marla’s ugly triangle face mixed in there, but there was something else in Mrs. Hines’ eyes, pure unadulterated hatred, maybe even slight racism rearing its ugly head during that time. The woman did have access to school records, and her daughter let her know where Eliza lived and all that that entailed.

Eliza realized then that she was in big trouble. The plucky little tomboy nimbly got to her feet, dusted herself off and faced Mrs. Hines pretending she was famous Apache war chief Geronimo that she so admired through her love and study of American Indians!

Mrs. Hines grabbed Eliza shoved her over to where Roland stood stiffly. He unconsciously put his skinny arm around Eliza.

“You two are a menace and should not be together,” ranted Mrs. Hines as she came over and pushed the two friends apart.

Eliza spotted Marla, who stood in the crowd of kids looking on and smirking.

“I’m glad you are not my mother,” said Eliza to the irate Mrs. Hines.

“Girl, get, git’, git to the office now!” Mrs. Hines proceeded to prod the kids through the terrace and into the hallway toward the principal’s office like a prison guard. She had them each held in her clamped down bony, long finger-nailed hands. The older woman took hold of Roland and Eliza’s shoulders and continued directing them like prisoners roughing them up just a tad, just enough she knew she could get away with. They walked down a long hallway to the principal’s office. She made a big point of acting like a private guard and that’s how she treated her own kids! At that moment Eliza was grateful Mrs. Hines wasn’t her mom, but she did not feel anything for Marla at this point. They reached the principal’s office.

“Sit down, you here,” directed Mrs. Hines like a Nazi guard. Across from Eliza she saw the boy who had earlier shot a rubber band at little girl sitting in an adjoining classroom across the hall from where he’d been sent out for being unruly. His weapon hit its mark from almost 30 feet away, by shear luck and had stuck the girl square in the eye. The boy began talking to them non stop and even wanted Eliza to “roll up into a ball!”

“No, I can’t,” said Eliza exasperated. She was a bit nervous over things.

“Do you guys really kiss?” Asked the unruly boy, with the ruffled black hair and dark freckles and dancing mischievous eyes darting this way and that way!

“Yes,” said Roland matter of fact.

Mrs. Hines had left them all there without another word or backward glance. She had other “fish” to fry! In her mind she’d done her job, so she returned to her post on the recess floor out on the terrace.

Roland came over to Eliza and took her hand and squeezed
it. “Don’t worry, it will be okay,” he assured. His blue eyes were soft and his blond hair was a bit askew, but Eliza loved his German outfit of suspenders and leathers. She also loved his lunches of ham sandwiches Chocolate Snack pack and dried apricots.

“You know what Eliza,” said Roland.

“What.”

“One day we’ll get married and they’ll never separate us!”

“They’ll never keep us apart, Roland, no they won’t,” agreed Eliza as the rubber band boy looked on in awe and interest.

“And we’ll elope, right?”

“Yes, I’ll get a long ladder up to your apartment!” Said Roland, already seeing it in his little 7 year old mind’s eye.

“You guys are talking doo-doo!” The boy actually shot a rubber band he’d hidden in his shoe at them.

“Shut up kid! Said Roland who dodged the flying projectile easily.

“You shut up,” he spat back, even spitting a wad at the couple.

“Hey, stop it,” Said Eliza. “We’re in a lot of trouble too kid!”

“Yea, shut your mouth!”

At that second the principal came in. He looked at the children sitting there. Eliza and Roland were arm and arm. He shook his head in a ‘tsk, tsk’ fashion.

“Roland, Eliza,” said Mr. Averbeck.

“Yes sir,” they said in unison.
He took them in the office, but he couldn’t be hard on them and already stories about Mrs. Hines’ tactics in the recess yard were becoming distressing. He knew Mrs. Osberg and knew the families, even Roland’s. His mother is a doctor, and both children were bright. But this was very troubling. “You can not continue to make a spectacle of yourselves,” said Mr. Averbeck sternly.

“We are so sorry,” said Eliza.

“I don’t’ want to hear any excuses. If you continue to be unruly and continue to act out of hand, I’ll have to take steps,” warned Mr. Averbeck. He was already planning to leave Roland back one grade, not just because of his closeness with Eliza Osberg, but he’d seem to be having problems. Maybe that would quell their coupling.

“Now I have a pressing matter to deal with here,” he said. “Did you see that boy out in the hallway?”

“Yes,” they both said in unison again. They were a very cute and intelligent couple.

“Well, that will be the last time you will see him, he’s being expelled for shooting a rubber band at a girl. That girl is in the hospital and they are trying to save her eye!”

“Oh, how terrible!”

“So I want you both to calm down and be like the ladies and gentlemen I know you can be. I know both of your families and this is not respectable for Beekman Hill
School!”

“Okay.”

“Good, now get on with you to class. I will have a chat with Mrs. Hines too!”

“Okay, thanks sir!”

“It’s okay kids, just don’t get into trouble and stay calm!”

“We will. We’re going to elope!”

“What? Now don’t be talking like that kids!”

“It’s true, Mr. Averberg!” Said Eliza.

“Get back to class now, and stop talking such foolery!”

The two left the office. The boy outside leaned forward in expectation, wanting to know his fate. Eliza hesitated to tell him and bit her tongue, lest she get in more trouble. She so wanted to scream it out that he was getting expelled! Roland held her hand rather tightly which helped her stare straight ahead as the boy’s parents were running down the hallway to hear the bad news. They looked so normal it was hard to believe it was that kid’s parents. Roland and Eliza walked down the hallway and knew homeroom was about to begin so they headed to Mrs. Epstein’s class! She had sat them on opposite sides but they were always making ‘goo-goo eyes’ at each other so she put Eliza facing toward the window and Roland toward the desk by the door!

It was heart breaking for the couple because they so enjoyed each other. The whole class knew this, but no one said a word, but many snickered in little groups usually just making fun of the couple that seemed meant to be together! Tragic is a better word, so most feed on tragic circumstances… Mrs. Epstein was strict and If you were quiet, she would give you a piece of candy, usually a Hershey kiss and many wanted to play that game! Roland always gave Eliza his chocolate because he could remain very quiet and would do it for Eliza, because she was the opposite, usually getting a demerit for talking and carrying on. He knew she didn’t hit Mrs. Slusskin on purpose last year.

He’d seen her jump up in excitement and she didn’t realize the teacher was standing over her. If not for him maybe Eliza would have been suspended! He’d also said that she should stop with the legs behind her back. She was getting in too much trouble and more than not they were separating her and him, and he didn’t want that. They talked on the telephone until Eliza’s mother popped on wanting to call someone. But by the fall of the following year right before the school year, Roland was to leave the country going back to his homeland. Eliza would always remember their antics, how they would play in the sandbox at school and build little houses and temples with the blocks in the sandbox. Their favorite game was how Roland would play a white flying horse and Eliza would direct him all over the recess terrace. They would fight imaginary enemies and dodge other kids as they would try and pull on Eliza’s naturally curly hair. Then they’d wander over to the big kids playing the game “Ride a Buck” where they would jump on the backs of kids stooped over and ride them like a bronco until there were 10 kids popping up and down, bobbing and landing pretty hard on the terrace tiles! They never did it, except once Roland was coaxed into it and got a black eye from being kneed in the face by someone! Mrs. Hines actually tried to say that Eliza had hit Roland in anger, but Mr. Averberg would have no part of that.

At that moment Eliza thought about the one time Roland and her had ended up in her apartment building.

But while playing and running through the building they stopped on the dim lit 13th floor of the United Nations Plaza Apartments. It was decorated in dark ‘Halloween’ colors but there was a very potent odor of potpourri or some type of bitter smelling herb conjuring up images of potions and aromas.

“Be damned if you lived on the 13th floor!” Screamed the German boy who had captured Eliza’s little 7 year old heart!

“The couple is friends with my parents and live here,” pointed out Eliza to Roland.
“But they are so strange. She gives my sister these little Oriental pin cushions like Voodoo dolls or something like that…and the man has a lazy left eye and is just strange all together. He paints as a hobby and it was always just rows and rows of faces, happy faces, sad faces, round, blue, red and yellow, drawn like a little kid drawing an audience of faces at a baseball game. It was shallow, yet there was some weird thing about how he did it,” said Eliza easily to Roland who just smiled, so smitten…

He leaned over as she was talking and planted a sweet kiss on her cheek and held her hand softly and with awe… “I love your fingers, they’re so different!”

But later on Mr. & Mrs. 13th Floor would come to dinner and as usual Eliza would cause a stir… which would almost been comical if the couple had not lived on the 13th floor! Who knows?

MRS. O’s GINGER ALE & CRACKERS

There were moments when Eliza and Glenda got equal treatment and that’s when it was time for bed and Mrs. Osberg would bring her daughters ginger ale and crackers on 2 elegant gold trays. Lita would sit with them and read them stories out of the many books on hand in their quaint bedroom. The girls loved it. It calmed them. As she read Eloise at the Plaza, her voice took on the characters French airs and it took the girl’s to far away Europe and even the Plaza itself, where they’d been many times with their Grandma Hazel for fancy tea, although Hazel preferred The Russian Tea Room.

As For Mrs. Osberg, she read in a clear, fresh almost operatic voice, the girls were taken right to the scenes and got very excited as their beautiful mother, who really did resemble Lana Turner, the actress of the 1940’s, read Eloise at the Plaza without a flaw… The two sisters sat back under their covers and sipped their chilled Canada Dry Ginger Ales and munched on simple saltines. They looked satisfied. And Mrs. O. smelled so fresh and good and elegant. In the night Eliza could still smell her mother’s expensive odor and that was long after she’d left their bedroom and went out, or retired for the evening.

The odor actually sometimes lulled Eliza to sleep because usually their mother would spend more evening time with them when their father was away at his factory. It was a simple arrangement and everyone sort of liked it, because Victor Osberg could be very strict, even on Lita, who was a ravishing beauty and held just as much, if not more stature than her hubby Victor O!

Sometimes instead of reading to the girls, Mrs. Osberg would sing to her daughters, but they absolutely loved when she would sing an opera standard called “Papers” about a Jewish concentration camp woman trying to escape and who is stopped by the Nazis. She is being interrogated by a German officer. “Papers, Papers,…What is your name, Magda Salone, Age 42…,” Mrs. Osberg would sing the words in a high soprano opera emotional stance… Sometimes it was overwhelming, but spectacular all the same. It was as if Lita became the concentration camp woman trying to escape. The emotion on her face, her facial expressions and the way she sang the opera with a lot of gusto and emotion. She thrived on it. She loved it and secretly regretted not singing in the opera.

She sang as if she lived it. Then the sisters would reenact the song and laughed their heads off as the song intended them to do, even though it’s theme has sad and tragic undertones. The girls would sing and mimic the words…so much Jewish emotion, which opera seemed to thrive on. How many children’s mothers were classical pianists and opera singers?

Eliza sipped her Ginger Ale loving the taste of it. It relaxed her. She would always remember how her mother would bring the Ginger Ale and crackers before bedtime.

Also on occasion, as her daughter sat listening, Mrs. O. would sing the same songs she’d played on piano for them. One of the Osberg Daughter’s favorites was when their mother sang and played a song about a big brown bear! The kids would go wild and even Lita would lose control and play like a bartender piano in a saloon, but only for a minute or two and then it was back to the classics.

The most interesting thing Eliza noticed was her mother’s thick Brooklyn accent, and then the woman would sing and sound totally different, so styled and classically trained, not a note off, not a NY accent out of place! Singing so beautifully her accent disguised and Eliza and her siblings and father heard a high soprano, 4 octave range.

“My Mrs. O., what a beauty. She really does look like Lana Turner,” thought Victor Osberg. People would stop her on the street to see who she was; on occasion she was mistaken for Carol Channing, and she’d really be Channing and the kids and hubby got such a kick out of it.

“Mrs. Channing, you didn’t say you had children or that your husband was so handsome???”

“Oh yes, these are my kids and husband,” Mrs. Osberg would play along, even autographing napkins and playbills. But she did it as a gag really. And now Eliza understood why actors like Paul Newman didn’t want to give out autographs. But they got through it and went onward.

Another thing Eliza loved about her mother was how every now and then she would do a magic trick at the dinner table, which was fun and light hearted. One trick Eliza remembered was when Mrs. Osberg had a napkin but it was a sheet of magnesium paper that glowed when she lit it up. It was great fun. In fact, if not for Eliza’s mom, their dinners would most probably have been more low key. Instead they were electric, fun and lively with candles, flowers and glamour. Mrs. O. knew how to entertain well.

Eliza had seen first hand how her mother could take over a room. All eyes went to her. As if she was some celebrity… And other than in school, Eliza was proud of her mom. Maybe because Eliza’s school was mostly poor blacks and Hispanics that she felt out of place when parent’s day rolled around and her mother came to the school. Unlike all the other parents, who stood to the side and dressed down and plain looking, so as not to startle or scare their kids, Mrs. Osberg was the opposite. She didn’t mean to do it in a negative way. Mrs. Osberg was a strong personality and she was what she was…

As the teachers put the kids through their paces, Mrs. Osberg went straight over to Eliza and sat next to her and prompted her. Lita wore a white Chanel suit, a long skirt with a floor length grey mink coat, a big white floppy stylish hat, and a Gucci purse, smelling like Neiman Marcus!

“Would anyone like to read?” asked Mrs. Greenberg.

Mrs. O. raised her hand … “Eliza… My daughter will read!”

You could have heard the tiniest pin drop out of an earlobe!

“Anyone else,” echoed another teacher taking part.

No one dared answer. The room was frozen all eyes, some averted but still gazing at the woman in white across the classroom!

Eliza just started it… She began to read clearly and just a tad bit shaky at first… It was like someone else was reading and she was watching from above. She felt a dizzy, a strange light headed sensation as she felt the urge of wanting to scratch an itch between her shoulder blades. She didn’t even realize what she was reading, maybe it was the Canterbury Tales, or maybe even Beowulf! She stumbled over one or two words. Her mother corrected her softly. All of a sudden there was a ringing in Eliza’s ears and she felt her face turning bright red, her whole body in a cold sweat but she read on not really comprehending what she was really reading. She could smell her mom’s distinct glamour odor. Out of the corner of her eye she watched her mother in the limelight as the other parents stood to the back of the classroom some trying to feign non interest, others looking boldly on in shock, and dismay… Some whispered quietly, eyes squinted, lips in a tight fake smile. It made Eliza so uncomfortable, so isolated, so apart from where she wanted to be.

Eliza realized her mother was no Princess Grace, but she felt what maybe Princess Grace’s kids felt… Or even the Kennedy kids upstairs from the Osbergs… They felt it too, but Eliza was dead sure that Ethel Kennedy did not go to her kid’s schools and sit beside them while they read, or make her kids feel different! There was a big difference… But Eliza felt what they may have felt… She was sure of it.

It was attention she didn’t want or relish. Eliza had noted that since Marla came to her apartment that the other kids were alienating her more than usual. Usually the black kids picked on her constantly, but even they had gone underground about it after Eliza snitched on them in such an offbeat and odd way. It would be something that would follow Eliza the rest of her life in different forms. Not the snitching, but the way Eliza went about getting grounded again after such an event took place.

ELIZA OSBERG & RANDY MANTOOTH MARRY, A BLOW TO THE COUNTRY!

In the fall of 1971 a new show called Emergency came on ABC. It was about a firehouse in Los Angeles, CA with a bunch of gorgeous fireman, one in particular the character of John Gage. Randy Mantooth… Eliza had gone head over heels over him! It was love at first site and set off a chain reaction at home.

In a strange way, the American Indian phase she was going through turned into a police and firemen craze. The Osberg kids started going over to the local fire station in their neighborhood by the UN Plaza. It was only down the street.

It all started soon after the show aired on a Saturday night at 8:00 PM right after Adam 12. The Osberg kids fall for the new show just as they had Adam 12. Eliza noticed the dark haired cute boyish looking actor Randy Mantooth right away.

From then on Eliza was totally hooked on Randy, the show, the actor, the plots. The premise of the show became part of Eliza’s lifestyle.

It started with role playing of course. Instead of Cowboys and Indians they just began a light game of Emergency. Eliza played Randy’s character, sometimes a victim, other times she’d play Randy’s sidekick Kevin Tighe. Even John the Bully didn’t give them any grief and loved to play the criminal that gets hurt in the bank robbery scene. To keep him satisfied Eliza knew he’d love that bank robbery episode when the firemen had to treat him. Some customer and himself had to be treated, which he did in the TV show. In the youth club version Glen and Eliza show up. John is standing on a huge rock cave with some kids playing customers who were wounded in the robbery.

John played it to the hilt, swearing and shouting at Eliza and Glen, as Gary Dennis edged his way up behind John as a SWAT team melted in with a few other die-hards pretending to be Swat moving in. The game was more fun when John was happy, and it gave the kids a new game instead of the same old Cowboys and Indians stint, which even Eliza thought was getting tired and old hat.

Lenny and Bill watched this new game with great interest. They were thinking about adding a First Aid class to the program and when they saw Eliza with her Emergency fire hat together with the Bully John as a bank robber and wrapping his fake wounds with toilet paper they began to talk about the new class and having Eliza as the first pupil.

“Who thought that a stupid game could be a good thing, Bill,” said Lenny, as he watched the kids go through the process.

Some even played policemen who tumbled all over John, tackling him to the ground and using shoe laces as handcuffs. John loved it and was thoroughly energized, but as a boy would be, not a bully. It was different. Bill saw that, as did some of the staff there.

“Whose idea was this Len?”

“Ask Eliza,” answered Lenny.

“What do you think?”

“Eliza?”

“Got it.”

“Amazing,”

“Ahhh.”

“Tell Eliza I want to see her,” said Bill.

“Okay.”

Eliza thought she was in trouble. “Hi Bill,” said Eliza casually as she took a seat in a folding chair by his desk. She’d not spoken to him much since the bowling alley incident months back…

“How is your hand, Eliza?”

“Great,” she said, holding it out to him… just a very thin scar that was dissolving into a white lines.

“Eliza, let’s go outside out on the grass,” he said leading her outside to the courtyard on the inviting fresh smelling patch of grass.

“What’s up Bill?” asked Eliza, taking a seat. She liked his calm, sweet demeanor.

“Eliza, I noticed you are playing a new game and it gave me an idea. I’d like to start a class in First Aid, and I’d appreciate it if you would spread the word to the other kids. I saw you and the way you handled John!”

“Yes,” she said, relieved she wasn’t in trouble.

“What gave you this new idea?” he asked.

“I watch this show on television called Emergency!”

“Oh yes, the firemen!”

“Yes! I love it. I love the one that plays John Gage, Randy Mantooth!” Admitted Eliza. She got a faraway look in her eyes, like she could reach out and touch Randy one day in the future, or at least brush his life path in some weird way.

“Well, well that is good timing,” said Bill.

“Yes.”

“Imagine if you took the First Aid class you’d be just like Randy as Gage! He’d be proud of you, Eliza! I would even write to him and tell him as a youth director, that you are doing great things because of his show and his acting!”

Eliza’s eyes lit up like Christmas trees. She couldn’t believe her luck. She loved Emergency. Even the walls in her bedroom she shared with little sister Glenda was filling up wall to wall Randy Mantooth from Emergency! She had even used cement glue to paste up Randy in all areas and angles of the bedroom with the orange wall to wall shag carpet and white walls, with the Halloween-ish looking upper molding of orange, white and black lines… It was a sight, but interesting and different.

“Wow, really neat, Bill!”

“But you must have to give up a few games and then you can learn real First Aid for real,” explained Bill lightly.

“Really?”

“Of course,” said Bill realistically. “Just for a few weeks, then you can go back to that, if you want!” If she did it, everyone would follow, he knew that. “I’ll even get a real fireman to come in and do a demonstration for you all!”

“Wow, that’s great!”

“Of course… How does that sound, Eliza?”

“It sounds good, but I don’t think the other kids would give up their play time. They’re not as nuts over Emergency and firemen as I am, or my sister or brother!”

“Well, I thought you could help me make it fun for them, like when you kids role play…like John the Bully liking to play the bank robber! I want that same energy he puts into playing the bad guy at the bank, to maybe putting his energy into doing First Aid!”

“I’ll have to see, it’s a pretty big order for me to fill, Bill…” said Eliza honestly! She looked toward the kids who were winding down on the bank robbery game due to her absence.

“Eliza, you have a great enthusiasm and you could really help us here at the center to draw kids to the real deal, the First Aid and other educational skills they need and should be getting,” preached Bill, trying not to sound like he was lecturing. “You can make it as fun for them as you do the other games you kids play, and we’ve been watching…,” he admitted, trying to open his kind heart to her.

“I’ll have to see” she looked toward the kids again, who were winding the game down even more….It was down to a crawl, half hearted as they saw her sitting on the grass with Bill deep in a conversation. It looked serious.

“Think about it,” asked Bill.

“I will… Can I go now?”

“Yes, of course. Go…”

Eliza ran back to the game. John the Bully had become restless and was playing a game of forced tag football, everyone was hyped up on that as John showed his strength by throwing some kids into a muddy patch he’d found in the bushes. He’d taken the bank robber role too far, but no one really stopped him except for Lenny, who dove into the fray and rescued everyone and dragged John into the van to have him cool off for the 3rd time that day!

“Hey Eliza, come over here,” said Glen Harris, her usual sidekick. Another boy had written “Randy and Leslie Marry, it’s a blow to the country” in the dirt.

She told Richard about the First Aid class and he jumped at the chance to take the class. He ran up to Bill and was so out of character for his shy self. He wanted to take the First Aid class. Bill looked toward Eliza and winked at her, and smiled brightly.

Richard and Eliza were the first to sign up. Others slowly signed up, but not as many as Bill had wanted. But he would hold it off for one week then see.

Eliza’s brother Rich has been into First Aid, the Police and Rescue Operations on a quiet level. He didn’t verbalize it top much, but also had a very high interest in oceanography! He and Mr. Osberg worked on his fresh water fish tank and boasted at least 12 different types of fresh water fish.

Richard had books on Oceanography and ocean life, in fact that was the one thing he and his father talked about and gelled over. They were both in heaven at Sea World!

But when it came to police or firefighters, Rich went wild and was always hyper over it. This new game they played really got him up and talkative. He played a police officer who kicks down an old door of the fort they were using as a bank. He loved it more or just as much as Eliza did!

Randy Mantooth was a turning point in Eliza’s lifecycle.

In fact Randy seemed to take over the essence of what was left of Roland before he left with his family to Germany, and Eliza missed him, but she had just discovered Randy Mantooth. She reflected for a moment while standing by Lenny’s van. In fact, Roland was standing at the same spot by the van the last time they spoke or saw each other. They were talking through the van window.

“I’m leaving for Germany tomorrow,” he said. He was holding back tears. So was Eliza, but she was distracted by someone in the van trying to talk to her, a new kid.

“Here, take this Eliza,” said Roland, handing the girl a German Mark with his handwritten message that read: ‘I love you always and 4-ever and I’ll come back for you one day’ in black ink! He signed it RD + EO… There was a picture of a German king on the bill.

They talked a bit more. “Let me see the bill one more time,” Roland asked. Eliza handed him the bill through the van window as Lenny revved the engine.

Roland quickly wrote something more then threw it back into the small van portal window as Lenny screeched away from the curb. It would be the last time Eliza would ever see Roland again! She clutched the bill tightly then read what he’d written, “Ich Liebe Dich!” I love you, in German.

Eliza remembered that moment and wished it was Randy Mantooth writing it, or that Roland would take her to Germany with him and they could marry now. Unfortunately that was the last time she’d see Roland. His family left that week.

The school year droned on. Roland’s absence only seemed to make Mrs. Hines happy and she never let Eliza forget it. But Eliza did have Randy and she made it known to anyone who’d listen she started pasting poster sized pictures of her idol all over her locker at school just like in her bedroom. She used cement in the locker to do it as well. She was thinking that she’d never stop loving Randy Mantooth.

She and Glenda wrote loads of letters to him and Eliza even found the number of Universal Studios where they filmed Emergency. They began to call non stop until a man’s voice came on and pretended to be Randy Mantooth on the set. Eliza’s imagination ran wild.

But nothing would top Darien Marks’ joke saying a man’s shirt was Randy’s and that her father knew Randy Mantooth and personally had him give the shirt to Eliza when Mantooth supposedly stayed over Darien’s duplex apartment at the Astoria House on 70th & Park Avenue. Eliza took it like a big fish on the hook. She wore the shirt every day and even added her father’s cologne, never laundering it, and even sleeping in it. She believed it for a long time until maybe 8th grade when someone had finally told her it was a joke and she said she’d known all the time, but the truth was she wanted so much to believe it was Randy’s. It could have been.

Eliza recalled when Roland had told her he was going back to Germany with his family. His family spent their last weekend on Fire Island, but this would be it! In fact, Roland’s mother would take her sons and go straight back to their homeland and his father ended up mysteriously moving to Rutland, Vermont and living with an older man there. But now Eliza had Randy Mantooth!

BAR MITZVAH ON A DOUBLE DECKER BUS

It wasn’t your typical Bar Mitzvah. The Osbergs were not even close to full bloom practicing Judaism. Certainly not Orthodox, nor even coming close to being Conservative Jews. If there was something under the radar of the Reformed Jew wire, that was where the Osbergs were.

When oldest Roy turned 13 in December of 1970, instead of a normal Jewish ceremony (there was so much memorizing, not Roy’s forte) and the family didn’t practice as many of the other families at the UN Plaza, they were giving Roy a big birthday bash.

“How can you have your oldest son Bar Mitzvahed?” asked Mrs. Glass to Lita as the two sat in the Garden Room at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel.

“We’re having it, and it’s already set!”

“For Godssake, where?”

Lita got that beautiful twinkle in her playful hazel eyes, a cross between Carole Lombard and Lucille Ball, but all her own! “Ready to laugh?”

“What?”

“Well, you know that movie that came out last year about Gertrude Lawrence, you know Victor always says and thinks I remind him of the Julie Andrews character playing Lawrence!”

“Go on,” baited Eva, as she sat memorized by Lita Osberg…

“You know that movie ‘Star!’, and how she hired a double-decker English bus to take her friends driving around the city and, well, you know the movie, right?”

“Right!”

Lita’s eyes danced with excitement. “It was sort of Victor’s idea really Eva. He loved it and I did too!”

“But Lita, it’s not a real Bar Mitzvah, you are telling everyone that it is!”

“I know, but it makes Roy so happy, he’s very sensitive, special, well, you know what I am talking about Eva!”

Eva nodded knowingly. “Yes.” She continued. “I don’t mean to lecture you, but don’t say it’s a Bar Mitzvah when it isn’t. It’s a party…”

“Okay, okay, don’t be so uptight. It’s the Sixties, remember? Everything is done all mixed up and wacky!”

“Lita, you know what I mean!”

“Of course, but he’s turning 13, so what, big deal so we say it’s a Bar Mitzvah, he’s going to get all the presents and money, so what’s the difference?

“I’m talking to the wife of a family living at the most exclusive building in the city and Jewish to boot! And you have a Christmas tree, Lita, and Victor allows it!”

“It’s his idea,” defended Lita… “He doesn’t want things to be religious! You know, Eva darling, there is a way to celebrate Christmas in a more ‘commercial’ sense!”

“I know what you’re saying dear, but maybe you should just cool it a bit, okay?”

“It’s a free country!”

“I know, but why even mention it in mixed company, Lita?” Eva sipped her scotch and nibbled on gourmet peanuts.

“The whole family and our close friends will be getting on that double decker bus just like in ‘Star’, and I am excited for Roy and for everyone involved… You will be missed Eva!”

Both women laughed.

“We’ll come see you before you all leave for The Plaza.”

“That would be great…”

“So, is the double decker going to just pull right up to the front of the building?” Asked Eva.

“No, they won’t allow it to park in front so we’re meeting the bus behind the East Tower by the big service area to the back near the delegates lobbies!

“It sounds so fun, I wish we could go, but well, you know that we have to go to that benefit downtown,” she said.

“I know Eva. And don’t give me that condescending look, I can’t take it right now,” said Lita, downing her drink and ordering up another, the young waiter at her side in a split second move.

“You know what I mean… These kids have to have more than just a Catholic Nanny teaching them about Jesus Christ!”

“What are you talking about Eva?”

“Eliza told me Fern is teaching her about Jesus and God and the Holy Ghost!”

“So?”

“She should be hearing about it from a real Rabbi, and it should be about King David, Moses and the Holocaust

“Oh Eva, please!”

Eva drank the rest of her scotch and signaled the waiter for another.

“It’s going to be great, Eva. We even hired a professional photographer. It’s all set and even Victor’s family is going to be there … his sister, husband and her children.”

“And they went for it?

“Yes and why not?”

“Well, I guess Roy will be thrilled.”

“We all are, Eva! Think about it, it’s not about us, it’s about Roy!”

“Of course, sweetie, I know that! Roy is a darling boy!”

“He doesn’t have to memorize all the Hebrew!”

“Eliza told me that her friend Valerie Stein’s brother had one!” said Eva. “A
real one,” she stressed. “Now why would you want to confuse this child Lita?”

“Minus the ‘double decker bus’, I’m sure,” joked Lita. “And we are not confusing our kids Eve! I know how it looks, but these kids are going to turn out fine, I promise you and myself!”

“Oh, but of course Lita, but you know Eliza. She can memorize and learn the words and prayers. I showed her a few.”

“I don’t mind it really, I don’t Eva, but please do me a favor and don’t mention it to Victor. You know how he is!”

“Oh, okay, I won’t!”

“Remember this too Eva, Eliza is a ‘girl’! In a weird way, it’s a man’s world there!”

Eva shrugged, wanting to change the subject! She was feeling a nice scotch buzz, but didn’t want to dwell on religion and God!

“I’m going to say this last thing and then we should drop it, Lita.

“Okay.”

“Why not when Eliza turns 16 you and Victor give her a real Bos Mitzvah. She’d love it, and get a real Rabbi, and I’ll help her!”

“No,” said Lita with finality.

“Why?”

“You know why Eva, she’s too hyper, out of control, that’s why!”

“But she loves it, and I think it would give her something to feel more grounded then maybe she won’t be so hyper and out of control!”

“I know you mean well, Eve, but Victor doesn’t want it.”

“Such a pity,” said Eva tapping her well manicured fingers against the table almost like she was counting.

“No, not a pity, it’s the way he wants it, and you know as well as I that he thinks it’s all fake and hypocritical.”

“Herb said Victor has always been that way, especially with religion and being Jewish!”

“Hey remember Victor started the first Jewish frat in college so I don’t think it’s that.”

Lita knew why Victor was that way, and it really didn’t have anything to do with being Jewish. It moved along the lines in his own mind of whether it was something his children could handle. He saw their free spirits and didn’t want to force them to memorize all that.

Eve and Lita finished and left a hefty tip. They both shared a cab back to the UN Plaza chatting about the latest fashions and jewelry lines. Eve drifted back to the double decker bus fiasco.

“So you’re really doing the double decker bus thing!”

“Yes, Eve, we are and that’s that.”

They reached the UN Plaza, Lita paid, Eve tipped the driver.

Both women wore beautiful, well made clothes and shoes. No expense spared.

Mrs. Rose was coming out the door to walk her two poodles – Sassy & Gucci.

“Hello Gigi!” Mrs. Osberg ran up to Mrs. Rose who was dressed in all black with a huge black fur coat to the floor. Her snot-nosed ‘bitches’ yapped and snapped at each other and anyone walking within range. But the distinct odor of ‘doggie perfume’ was in the air around the pooches.

“Hey girls,” said Gigi, who kissed both women and held the leashes in one hand. As the dogs barked and carried on she looked to Sam for rescue, and found it. “Here, take them will you Sam.”

Sam rushed over in an instant and grabbed the leashes. Mrs. Rose handed him a $10 tip. He smiled brightly and the still ravishing woman who was a bit older than her other friends.

Across the street was Pete the official Dog Walker eyeing the tip that passed between Sammy and Mrs. Rose. Pete was angry that Sam got the tip, but there was little he could do being on the bottom of the totem pole at the UN Plaza.

There was another time, later on, where the Osberg kids wanted extra money so they posted a big sign in the mailroom lending their services as dog walkers too. Rich did land a plum dog walking job from Eve & Herb Glass whose son Barry had just gotten a black purebred Labrador retriever just like Tiffy at Sunningdale, but much wilder, younger, a male and not so laid back and tame.

Poco was strong and unruly, untrained and pissed anywhere he damn well pleased! They fed him 2 cans of Alpo and he’d eat it up in a few gulps. Pete the Dog Walker watched Rich and Eliza walking, or should it be said, that Poco was walking them. All went fine up until the dog broke its chain and ran down 49th Street and almost got stuck by a bread truck. Pete knew that soon he’d have that one in the bag, once the Osberg kids tired of it. He was vigilant and would take over when they were either fired or told to bug off.

Then one evening Eliza and Rich were babysitting the rambunctious dog. There was a special on television a live broadcast of Eisenhower’s funeral procession. The ex president had died the week before and the kids were watching it carried on all stations when Poco went into full erection and Eliza ran into where the Glass’ were having a dinner party in full swing.

Eliza ran in frantically. “Something’s wrong with Poco. He’s hurt!”

When Mr. Glass went to investigate he came back laughing his head off about it. “It’s okay Eliza,” he said to the wide eyed girl. “It’s a natural thing dogs do when they are excited. So calm down, Poco is fine! In fact, I can assure you he is better than fine!”

“Were you petting him?” Asked one man at the other end of the large dining room table.

“Yes, we always pet him. He likes it!”

Everyone cracked up then. “Well, I think Poco is fine. Listen, why don’t you and your brother go back home now. We’ll watch Poco,” said Mr. Glass, as he sat back down at the table and took a sip of red wine.

“Okay. Are you sure?”

“Yes, now Eliza go home and don’t worry!” Said Mrs. Glass getting up from the table and prodding the kids to the front door. At that moment Poco had followed the kids out into the hallway when they had left the bedroom door wide open, a strict rule that was broken. Poco ran into the dining room with a full hard on.

“See kids, he’s fine!” said one young lady, an executive for an ad agency trying to suppress a laugh and keep a serious poker face about the incident.

They went home and found their mother and father planning for the party for Roy. It wasn’t a real Bar Mitzvah with the Jewish trappings and prayers and Rabbi standing by. Mrs. Glass had told Eliza that. It was more like a 13 year old little boy’s party event where guests brought gifts and money in honor of the birthday boy just like a Bar Mitzvah. Lita was promoting it like it was a full fledged one, but everyone knew it wasn’t. They all knew she’d do anything to make her kids happy and content.

The double decker bus bar mitzvah was to be held at the Plaza Hotel were Eloise from the books lives.

But the double decker bus ride was at first a bit scary for Eliza. The red and blue two level bus pulled up in back of the building where deliveries were made. It, like the ketchup bottle in the window of the Osberg kitchen was an eye sore and only showed how the Osbergs were different. Mrs. Osberg loved the movie with Julie Andrews ‘Star’ so that was contingent on this bus tonight. Victor really thought of Lita when they saw that movie loosely based on the life of Gertrude Lawrence, who would shuttle her friends to parties in a double decker bus and reminded Victor of his wife! They could have been one in the same!

Victor’s sister, husband and kids were there, as well as Gemma and Fern. For once the boys were not dressed like twins, except the mackinaw jackets. The girls were not dressed the same either. Eliza loved the coat she had. It was a fake fur camel hair coat with a cute little winter Russian hat that she liked to wear.

“Wow, you look like Fern,” said Glenda as they made their way to the bus.

They took the usual banks of elevators down to the lobby, but instead of boarding the bus in front, they went around to the back of the Delegates Lobby and got in from there. High heels clicked on a shiny marble floor echoing against the ceiling and walls of the lobby that was still crowded with delegates from all over the world. Eliza saw an Arab man with full garb walking with a woman from India wearing an emerald green sari and cute thin slippers and Eliza didn’t miss the dark red dot in the middle of her forehead. Then a Japanese man walked by wrapped in orange monk robes and wearing sandals with special socks that allowed the big toe and second toe to rest against a wooden separator. The driver helped them board the bus once they were all assembled outside.

Eliza and her cousin Dina sat side by side on the top level. Before the bus went on 1st Avenue, Mr. Osberg asked the driver, who was dressed in formal English bus outfit, to drive around the block of the UN Building, then go into the main driveway of the UN Plaza. This was so the photographer could take a shot of them all in front of the UN Plaza. It was just getting dusk out. Sammy was on duty as Victor and the driver got off the bus as did all the Osberg family. Fern and Gemma came outside dressed in formal white uniforms. The photographer took a few shots as the family all stood by the double decker bus. Cars, taxis and limos started backing up like at a snowy airport. The air was crisp and chilly and a taxi’s healights shone against Eliza’s coat and she all of a sudden got scared that they would be hit by the taxi. In the photo you see her “deer in head lights” eyes popping out of her head.

After a bit of light arguing Sammy asked them to kindly “shove off!”

Mr. Osberg handed Sammy a $100 bill, but soon Tom the desk man came out and gruffly put hands on hips and even the elusive Mrs. Williamson joined him. “A ketchup bottle in the window this is not!” said the stuffy manager who always sided with the dreaded ‘Lady M’s’!

Tom was not laughing. He rarely did! “It’s really despicable,” he said returning stiffly to his large desk. Sam laughed then as the group got back on the bus. Honks and swears were ignored by everyone. All eyes were on Mrs. Osberg decked out in her usual gorgeous white gown with a grey mink coat and fox hat with ears dripping diamonds and sparkling brightly in the fading dusk.

It was at that second that Truman Capote walked out with Maggie.

Eliza spotted him and yelled, “Hey Santa Claus!”

Capote at first didn’t recognize Eliza, but then his eyes got bright and he smiled at her. “Hello Dirty Toenails although I didn’t recognize you in your little girl’s outfit and coat,” he easily bantered to her, to the perplexed looks of Mr. and Mrs. Osberg. “I honestly thought all this time you were a boy,” he laughed uproarishly and continued on down the driveway.

“Eliza, do you know who that is?”

“Yes, it’s Truman Capote!”

“Please folks, please get on the bus and clear the way before someone out there blows a gasket,” cried Sam. He gave them a pleading look as the traffic started to pile up.

“Mrs. Osberg, you look ravishing,” screamed Capote as he made his way down the street with Maggie in tow!

“Thanks,” she screamed back, her face rosy and bright, her demeanor so up and galmoured out. Victor took it all in and loved it. It was like being on a rapid river ride with Lita at the stern steering.

In fact, they all looked great standing here. It was obvious that Victor’s family was mostly dark-haired with oval faces and cute genes. Eliza looked like her mothers side of the family with curly hair and light looks. Glenda resembled her father’s side. The boys were a little of both, but definitely like Victor’s side of the family too. But they all made a handsome spectacle.

Even Fern and Gemma were in some of the shots and when you looked closely, Eliza did indeed resemble Fern in facial features, but it was subtle, especially with the Russian hat the girl wore. Finally they all got back on the bus and took off down 2nd Avenue. The driver put on festive music. It was December 2nd, 1970.

The bus skirted down 2nd Avenue as everyone became happy and fell into a party mode once drinks on the first level where most of the adults sat were passed around. Champagne, wine, whiskey shots and even a few tequila drinkers in the family crowd downed their shots with gusto.

Eliza lost her initial fear and sat with her cousin Dina.

“Uncle Victor is so great to set this up, where did he get the idea?” asked Dina, who was a striking looking girl the same age as Eliza. She had a sultry look and was well built and smart.

Eliza answered honestly. “Well, it came to him when some movie with Julie Andrews came on; some movie called ‘Star’, about the life of some old lady actress from the 1930’s Gertrude Lawrence.”

“Wow, cool!”

My dad saw it but it was really my mom that liked it.”

Offhandedly, Lita planted the idea in Victor’s head of what she’d like to see. She must have fashioned herself after the actress Gertrude Lawrence, but the seed had taken and Victor began the process of trying to put it all together. It had come together nicely, he thought. His whole family was here as well as his kids and other in-laws, minus Hazel who was down in Florida and couldn’t make it. Some were secretly glad, others just a tad bit disappointed. Victor could go either way. Just as though Lita and his kids were happy, he was happy!

At this point everyone was getting rather rowdy, including Uncle Kelley and a few others who had been drinking martinis. Roy had brought his Nerf football and was tossing it around. Stan and Roy played ‘keep away’ from Glenda who began to whine out of drama.

It was the kids on the second level, and the adults on the first. They weren’t stopping at a temple.

Eliza’s Uncle Kelley looked a lot like the actor Kirk Douglas. Everyone said so who saw him in family photos and in real life. He even had a cleft in his chin. He was funny.

“Hey Kids,” he yelled from the entrance to the second level! In no time at all in a few steps he was right with them. “I’m Santa Claus,” he joked easily. He even told a few dirty jokes and had them all laughing and hooting. Soon Mr. Osberg joined them up front on the second level as Uncle Kelley told the last of a very dirty joke that he knew would crack up his nieces and nephews.

“So the man goes into the outhouse and there wasn’t any toilet paper. How do you suppose he wiped himself?”

“How?” roared the kids and Victor.

“There was a sign on the wall that said ‘put finger in hole to clean’, so the man cleaned his butt with his finger and stuck it in the hole. On the other side was a little Chinese man with 2 bricks, so the guy sticks his finger out and the Chinese guy slams together the bricks between his finger and he pulls out in pain and says, ‘ouch’, and sticks his finger into his mouth!”

“Daddy, that is so bad…yuch!” cried Dina, cringing.

Eliza’s image of her uncle faded a bit with that joke and she could not imagine him actually having patients come to see him, especially deaf ones! But she was sure he was competent. Why would a doctor want to drink so much like she saw him doing?

But everyone roared with laughter even though they’d heard it before. But Uncle Kelley had a million of them and each was as dirty as the next, if not worse, but he was very good at telling them, and because he was so handsome like Kirk Douglas, it was fun watching him tell it. It just was. But at the same time, you could have an intelligent conversation with the doctor. Kelley was an M.D. for the deaf and more! He’d written books on the subject and was a genius and aside from all of it, he was so good with the kids.

The bus drove down Madison Avenue and 5th toward the Plaza Hotel. They traveled through Central Park and old snow lay on the ground. People walking by noticed the bus and waved at it! It was very exciting. It was something different to see a double decker bus whizzing by.

As they got closer to The Plaza Hotel, Mr. Osberg pointed out all the horse and carriages on the sidelines. “Look Eliza, horses,” said Mr. Osberg. Then somewhere along the line, between the restaurant and the UN Plaza someone had slipped Roy a Yakima! He wore it proudly on his head like a true boy coming to manhood!

Roy, every bit the birthday boy now wearing the traditional Jewish hat men wore, looked in his element as he played host and head of the party man like he’d seen his dad do many times.

It would have almost been comical if they’d pulled up to a Jewish temple in that double decker bus. Eliza remembered her friend’s brother’s Bar Mitzvah and it was totally different than this. And his uncle certainly wasn’t telling dirty jokes. Eliza remembered Eric’s uncle as he helped his nephew say the powerful prayers which were really difficult and hard to memorize. Eliza wanted a real Bos Mitzvah.

“Why can’t I have one?” She asked.

“You’re a girl,” said Richard.

“Well Eliza, they have one for girls,” said Aunt Dorothy.

“Dad, can I?” asked Eliza.

“We’ll see,” he said skeptically,

By that time Rich, Roy and Cousin Stan were playing football. The view out the windows turned into shiny jewels of colorful lights of the city. The bus was attracting a lot of attention, which was the intention in the first place and Roy loved every minute of it.

The bus was drawing all of the attention and the kids began waving at people watching from the busy streets. Christmas decorations had gone up and on every corner was a Santa Claus clanging away on their bells; Macys, Saks, Bloomindales and other stores were window decorated to a tee with colors and sparkle shone out to the curb so inviting. FAO Schwartz beckoned those with cash and credit to indulge their kids, which Lita and Victor didn’t do. Except maybe to their youngest Glenda who bordered on being spoiled. But to throw more salt to the wind, instead of full blown Chanukah, the Osbergs gave gifts on Christmas, in Victor’s mind, a commercial Christmas and then the girls were spending Christmas with Fern and her family while the boys were carted off with the parents to South America and St. Martin. But now they were all together, the whole family. Aunt Dorothy came up and sat with her niece Eliza and daughter Dina who was a few months younger than Eliza.

Aunt Dorothy, Victor’s younger sister, was very loving and fun. She could have been a sculptress and loved owls like Lita adored Ketchup and Eliza loved Indians. Dorothy had a special affection for Eliza. So bright, alive and warm. Carefree and light, she wished Victor would relent and do more for Eliza, like give her a Bos Mitzvah. Maybe by the time she turned 16 Eliza would be calmer and more able to have more. She certainly was intelligent. At least from what she asked for Christmas, usually Indian related, but in a secret way Dorothy wished Eliza was the star tonight. She put her arm around Eliza and Dina. They sat laughing and joking as the bus with the English advertising cruised through Central Park and down Central Park West to Fifth Avenue, ending up at the front entrance to The Plaza Hotel. The doorman looked like he’d seen it all and didn’t react to the big oversized double decker bus pulling up.

They all left the bus laughing and carrying on. It was a large group as the bus driver parked the huge boat nearby. They all went inside the Plaza lobby and headed to the huge restaurant. It wasn’t long before everyone was seated and had drinks and little gourmet food trays of many types of breads. It was no fewer than 3 waiters that came around and took food orders from steak to lobster to Squab, even a cob salad, shrimp cocktails. All that was missing were the Rabbi and the Torah. As usual the family was a spectacle and all eyes were milling around them in the restaurant. They were who they were and made no airs of who they were.

At the table there were no gaps or silences with Roy sitting at the head easily conversing with Stan and Uncle Kelley about the football teams or sports, especially basketball. And they all indulged Roy. It was his birthday.

Aunt Dorothy, Dina and Eliza were talking about them having a Bos Mitzvah, as Glenda, Lita, Lauren and Roz were discussing fashion trends, and Victor got wind of that one and joined in.

As Mr. Osberg lit up a cigarette, he was rearing to get into a political discussion about the war in Vietnam other issues which he’d been in discussion with Uncle Kelley on the bus. As for Eliza and her having a Bos Mitzvah, he felt a tad bit guilty over it and therefore tried to avoid it all together.

By then the food started arriving in droves, waiters bursting in and out, wine being poured, shrimp cocktails for everyone, salads, and before long they started toasting Roy, who even wanted to make a speech saying he was proud to be there. He thanked everyone for the party as Uncle Kelley screamed, “You’ll get the bill Victor!” It was attention for Roy and he had it in him, having inherited his mother’s showbiz bug.

“Thank you wonderful family,” he droned on, trying to emanate Dean Martin when he was roasted on NBS last month. Roy held a wine glass up and tired to act suave and with it like Martin did. “This party is greatly appreciated,” he said, being prompted by Lita who went into to stage mama mode, as her mother probably did way back when! He droned on thanking everyone from his sisters to John McGraph for the football pins and even thanking Tom the Desk man! After the speech everyone applauded loudly and with energy for his sake. It took a brave kid to go up there and talk like Roy did. This is his night!

Finally he ended it with a few bows. Even those families at other tables were silent and listening to the strange little boy with the Jewish hat on making a speech like Dean Martin. Everyone clapped though, very enthusiastically. With Lita’s encouragement it looked like all the families were one big applause and it was like the president had arrived for dinner.

The meal was in Eliza’s ballpark… Scrumptious and elegant. She passed on the shrimp cocktail, always shunning anything odd or raw, especially Chinese food.

But tonight was Roy’s night and thank God no Chinese food in sight. Roy was a meat and potatoes type of kid anyways. Eliza ordered a hamburger and French fries with a Shirley Temple. In the meantime they all munched on breadsticks dipped in garlic butter, gourmet warm bread in little baskets lined the long rectangular table that accommodated everyone.

Eliza and Glenda began their antics. After sipping their Shirley Temples and filling up on the warm buttered bread, they headed for
the ladies room which had an adjoining powder room with an intricate French sofa like in the Roman baths. There was a black woman attendant standing by the marble sink filled with baskets with napkins, lotions, soaps, even a little jar of expensive peppermint candy with a little tip jar beside that. The tip jar was filled half, mostly silver. This fascinated both Osberg girls who peppered the poor lady attendant with question after question and kept at it.

"Why do you do this?”

“Because I does.”

“Do you like it?” asked Glenda.

“Would you?”

“Why?” Asked Eliza putting on some lotion. The attendant shrugged nonchalantly and looked toward the floor.

“Do you see anyone famous?” Asked Eliza.

“Sometimes.”

“Wow, cool,” said Eliza. “Who?”

“Oh, I saw Liza Minelli once when I worked over at Studio 54,” said the sweet looking black woman, who realized the girls meant no harm. They didn’t make her feel bad or guilty for what she did and seemed intrigued. All the same, they should get back to their table.

“Maybe you girls better scat…”

“Okay…bye,” they said, leaving the bathroom.

“Hey, wait kids,” said the attendant. She handed them fancy mints with Plaza Hotel written on them.

“Thanks.”

They went into the hallway leading back to the restaurant but decided to explore the hotel. There was a roped off section and of course Eliza led the way in, Glenda following her older sister. Both girls were dressed up nicely and Eliza wore her coveted Russian hat. They walked down an empty cavernous hallway that led to an enormous banquet room all done up like the Arabian Nights with a huge oil painting of Henry the 8th in the middle of the room. The girls began running up and down the rows of round tables laden with party favors and gifts and loot. Fancy napkins and silverware was set. It was actually for a big Iranian wedding reception.

A maitre-d walked by stiffly and did a double take as he saw Eliza climb up on a chair to stick her little fingers in a fondue chocolate fountain that had just been turned on. It reminded Eliza of the movie “Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory” with Gene Wilder.

“What are you kids doing in here?” he yelled stiffly.

“Nothing,” said Glenda, as she jumped up like a guilty kitten.

“Young lady, get down from there now!” he commanded, his face turning a bright red.

“Okay,” said Eliza, who nimbly jumped down and came up to him.

“Where are your parents?”

“At the restaurant.”

“What’s your name?”

Eliza thought for a second and came up with … “El…Eli…Eloise!”

“Very funny, ha, ha, right and I’m the president of Caesars Palace, get out of here now,” he screamed.

By this time a few other waiters and servers heard the commotion and someone called the maitre-d. He showed up hands on hips. Eliza jumped back bit and faced the man in all his fury.

“I’m Eloise of the Plaza,” she said strongly. She started acting and emanating what she thought Eloise would do. It halfway worked.

With a hint of humor, the head waiter broke out in jolly laughter. Eliza was off the hook.

“Okay, okay Mademoiselle Eloise,” said the head guy playing along.

“Wee,” said Eliza. “Polly Vu Fiancées?” she asked to everyone. Everyone did laugh over the joke. The crowd of waiters and servers found Eliza and Glenda delightful little girls, especially Eliza. The Osberg children had treated the staff at the UN Plaza so well, that it bled over to any staff at any building. Eliza was able to wiggle out of trouble because of her knack. She and Glenda left them with a final curtain bow.

In a funny way she was Eloise of the UN Plaza, an alter ego, she thought, as they ran down the long hallway. Eloise posters were up on all sides of the hallway in different poses. One in particular caught Eliza’s eye. It was of Eloise with a French coat and a very familiar looking Russian cap that was almost identical to the one Eliza wore with her brown camelhair coat, at least in Eliza’s mind.

As she and Glenda walked back to where their family was, Eliza looked closely at every poster of Eloise. The little icon wore different clothes in every photo, and that reminded Eliza of a few years ago when her mother had taken them to a fashion show right here at the Plaza and they actually got to participate because Lita knew the lady running it, Mrs. Pasquilli. She even got to hold a little toy poodle and walk up and down the runway. That was 3 years ago and now here they were having their brother’s Bah Mitzvah that Eliza very well knew wasn’t really one at all! She loved Eric Stein’s Bar Mitzvah and really wanted to have one too. For although it really wasn’t a Bah Mitzvah, Roy did get many presents and cash at a small reception at their apartment. Besides receiving $10,000 and many gifts, he got savings bonds and stocks, even something for college. But in all of the hoopla not one prayer or stop at the Jewish temple for Roy. But he did get an interesting sculpture of Moses holding the ten commandants, but it was such an abstract looking piece like something Eliza would make in Art classes they would not let her take. She was just too darn hyper which squashed anything that could have made her more under control. She looked at the paintings of Eloise and touched it with her fingers which were also not allowed. She knew she could be able to draw characters but she didn’t get a class to go to like her friend Val Stein. Seems as if Val got everything. Yet, as Eliza ran back to her table to her family, she was glad Val’s parents weren’t her parents. They were so stuffy and strict. But more restrained and quiet. When Eliza told her Jewish friend about the double decker bus fiasco Val was not laughing and didn’t get the fun of it.

“Is it a Bar Mitzvah or a party?” asked Val when Mrs. Osberg told her one afternoon, making it seem like a real Bar Mitzvah which was starting to get on Val’s nerves. She knew Eliza’s parents were a bit flamboyant, but when Val told her father about the double decker bus, she and her dad didn’t like the idea of it.

“Whatever you do, Val, do not tell Grandma!”

“Ever!” added Mrs. Stein.

“They rented a double decker bus and are going to the Plaza Hotel and Mrs. Osberg has been saying it’s a Bar Mitzvah party!”

“Oh Gosh,” said Mrs. Stein.

“Can I go Mommy?” asked Val. For what it was worth, it sounded like fun.

“No!” said Mr. Stein. “No way!”

“Under no circumstances, it's a bit offbeat Val!”

The next day Val told Eliza what her parents had said.

“Oh that’s too bad, but I’ll tell you all about it,” said Eliza.

Eliza couldn’t believe how strict the Steins were as she returned to her table at the Plaza. She was glad they weren’t her family.

“Where have you been, your food is getting cold,” said Mrs. Osberg.

“She was where she shouldn’t have been,” snitched Glenda like clockwork!

“I was not!”

“Was too!”

Eliza glared at her little sister and began to eat her dinner, which was delicious. The burger was certainly no McDonalds, it was huge and had a strange tasting dressing mixed in that just didn’t belong there. Eliza took a butter knife and scraped off the dressing and continued to eat her food. The French fries were huge steak fries and weren’t cooked crispy, but were rather almost raw. But the Shirley Temple made it all taste good going down.

Everyone started talking about different subjects as the dinner progressed. Roy wanted to know why this wasn’t a real Bar Mitzvah.

“It’s complicated kids,” said Mr. Osberg in his calm public speaking way he had about him.

“What do you mean Dad?”

“There’s a side to it that we just don’t practice. And I know a few of our friends like Eve and Harry Glass don’t like the idea of you children getting snips of religion from here or there, like Eliza and Fern!”

“But I love what Fern has taught me, Daddy!”

“And I’m not denying that. But to the best of my ability, I’m trying to show you a little bit of everything. So your mother likes to call it a Bar Mitzvah.

“But Dad, I want to have one when I’m 16!”

“You’ll never follow through,” said Mrs. Osberg, knowing her daughter.

“I will too, and Mrs. Glass said I would. She said I’d be great!”

“Well, Eve Glass isn’t your mother!” answered Mrs. Osberg.

“Mom, it’s not like that!”

“Well then, why don’t you ask Mrs. Glass if she wants to help you and while you are at it, ask her to foot the bill too!”

“Now Lita, there’s no need for that!”

“Sorry Eliza… I didn’t mean it. I just want the best for you. Why do you want to weigh yourself down with the priorities of this?”

“I don’t know, I just do!”

“Decisions can be made when she gets older,” said Aunt Dorothy! “She’s so young!”

“I agree, don’t push it!”

“We’ll look into it!”

“Listen, if Eve Glass wants to help, I know her well, and she’d pay too!”

“She’s not paying for it, I will,” said Victor! “If it happens at all!”

Dina came over and sat down next to them, which ended the conversation.

Eliza watched Stan and Uncle Kelley give Roy a very interesting gift, a talking book of all the basketball stats from the NBA since its inception and sports stars from A to Z. Roy’s eyes busted open and he loved it. Everyone started giving him their gifts and checks and he excitedly ripped them open. He accumulated quite a pile of things as dessert was rolled out. It was a huge chocolate (Roy’s favorite) cake with vanilla icing with 13 candles and 1 stuck on top for luck and to erase the “13” stigma.

Lauren and Aunt Dorothy gave him other gifts too and then Victor handed Roy an envelope with a check from their grandfather who had died a few months before, which is the reason for Grandma Hazel not showing up for this. She was, believe it or not, sitting ‘Shiva’, the Jewish term for a year of mourning. In fact, she was not happy that they were celebrating this party and asked that they wait, but it couldn’t and wouldn’t. Besides, this is the way Pop would have wanted it anyways for his favorite grandson.

Roy opened his now passed on Grandfather’s envelope to reveal a check for $10,000 cash to which he passed right to Victor.

“He won’t see a dime of that anytime soon,” said Dina to Eliza.

Then Roy opened more envelopes from loads of friends of the Osbergs. Checks and cash fell out, but Roy was allowed to keep that. He’d accumulated almost $700.00 for himself alone, not counting the gifts he’d received so far. But out of it all, even the money, he loved that sports book that his aunt and uncle and cousins had given him. Even some of the elevator guys got Roy a gift from the UN Plaza staff. The word spread and Roy really had hit the jackpot this year. The party was a success and Eliza sat there soaking it all in sipping on her Shirley Temple she spilled a little bit. Waiters from all sides came out of the woodwork smelling a tip to wipe it away and smile, wishing the little girl would do it again. After dessert they even invited the bus driver for coffee.

Dina and Eliza ran with Glenda and Rich through the halls of the Plaza Hotel like wild Indians. They had been also drinking Coca Colas and were hyped up from the big slices of chocolate cake, especially Eliza. But Mr. Osberg and Lita just sat at the table unconcerned. Victor was on his 4th Dewar’s by this time of the evening and Lita had another Long Island Iced Tea with Roz and Aunt Dorothy in tow. The evening ended with Roy and the men lighting up and smoking a huge Cuban Cigar.

“You are a man now, Roy… Here!”

Kelly put the long cigar in Roy’s mouth and lit it up. Roy puffed lightly and coughed then Mr. Osberg and Kelley took a hit from it. Even passing it around the table. “No thanks,” said Lita. “Not my cup of tea!” Roz took a big hit of the cigar, then passed it on. Everyone was laughing by the time it got back to Uncle Kelley, who handed the last part of it to the bus driver, who took a huge puff. “Thanks.” They all broke out in serious laughter and whooped it up for the next hour.

Finally, the Captain came over with the bill, ceremoniously handing it to Mr. Osberg who took it and handed the head waiter his charge plate. They took it and ran it through. Everyone was all together again and the bus driver went outside to warm up the double decker which was ready to roll with heat and all, with Christmas music playing. The family entered the bus and the driver had the addresses of those who lived in the city and they took a whole 1 ½ hours to drop off everyone. It was like a real live tour. It felt good and everyone had fun. Glenda fell asleep in her mother’s lap. Dina and Eliza talked and stared out the windows marveling at the people still walking the streets. They even saw bums and bag ladies walking around and wondered if they’d be okay.

Finally, the bus pulled up to the front of 860 UN Plaza and the family came out. There was a late night graveyard shift doorman none of them really knew well. He helped them to the doors and was tipped nicely. He smiled at them and almost wanted to salute. They went upstairs and put the kids to bed, then retired, not forgetting to kiss Roy and Richard too.

MORE UN PLAZA MEMOIRS BY LESLIE SIEGEL TO COME!



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Leslie Siegel once lived at:

860 UN Plaza
Apt. 23E (Once occupied by Price Albert of Monaco)
New York, NY 10017

Since Truman Capote's death in 1984, Joanne Carson has preserved a treasure trove of the author's belongings at her Californian home. "They were just kind of waiting for him to return," she says. Twenty- two years on, and Capote is back in a big way. Hot on the heels of Philip Seymour Hoffman's Oscar-winning turn in Capote comes another biopic, Infamous, starring the British actor Toby Jones, which is winning rave reviews in America.

Now, 40 years after the publication of Capote's In Cold Blood, Carson has decided to sell her collection of Capotiana, allowing fans of the diminutive, squeaky-voiced writer to buy into his newly restored cult of personality.

Carson, a former model and the second wife of the television entertainer Johnny Carson, met Capote at a dinner party hosted by his publisher, Bennett Cerf, in 1966. "It was love at first sight. We were joined at the hip for the next 18 years," she recalls. Capote adopted Carson's Bel Air home as his West Coast residence from 1971, spending six months of every year holed up in the hills in idyllic seclusion. He died there, aged 59, from complications caused by alcohol and drug abuse.

The Bonhams auction consists of 337 lots that reveal every aspect of Capote's life. Capote the author is represented by his extensive library, including first editions of his own works, a well-thumbed dictionary and books given and signed by celebrated friends.

TRUMAN CAPOTE

Truman Capote, one of the postwar era's leading American writers, whose prose shimmered with clarity and quality, died yesterday in Los Angeles at the age of 59.

Mr. Capote died at the home of Joanna Carson, former wife of the entertainer Johnny Carson, in the Bel-Air section, according to Comdr. William Booth of the Los Angeles Police Department. ''There is no indication of foul play,'' he said, adding that the county coroner's office would investigate the cause of death.

The novelist, short story writer and literary celebrity pioneered a genre he called ''the nonfiction novel,'' exemplified by his immensely popular ''In Cold Blood.'' He died apparently without having completed his long- promised ''masterwork,'' an extensive novel called ''Answered Prayers.''

Mr. Capote's first story was published while he was still in his teens, but his work totaled only 13 volumes, most of them slim collections, and in the view of many of his critics, notably his old friend John Malcolm Brinnin, he failed to join the ranks of the truly great American writers because he squandered his time, talent and health on the pursuit of celebrity, riches and pleasure.

''I had to be successful, and I had to be successful early,'' Mr. Capote said in 1978. ''The thing about people like me is that we always knew what we were going to do. Many people spend half their lives not knowing. But I was a very special person, and I had to have a very special life. I was not meant to work in an office or something, though I would have been successful at whatever I did. But I always knew that I wanted to be a writer and that I wanted to be rich and famous.'' Success, both as a writer and as a celebrity, came early, when he was 23 years old and published his first novel, ''Other Voices, Other Rooms.'' It was a critical and financial success, and so were most of the volumes of short stories, reportage and novellas that followed, including ''Breakfast at Tiffany's,'' ''The Muses Are Heard,'' ''The Grass Harp,'' ''Local Color,'' ''The Dogs Bark'' and ''Music for Chameleons.''

Claim to Literary Fame
But the book that perhaps solidified his claim to literary fame was ''In Cold Blood,'' his detailed, painstakingly researched and chilling account of the 1959 slaying of a Kansas farm family and the capture, trial and execution of the two killers.

Published serially in The New Yorker and then as a book in 1965, ''In Cold Blood'' consumed more than six years of his life. But it won him enthusiastic praise, mountains of publicity, millions of dollars and the luxury of time to work on ''Answered Prayers.''

But he accelerated the speed of his journey to celebrity, appearing on television talk shows and, in his languid accent, which retained its Southern intonation, indulged a gift for purveying viperish wit and scandalous gossip. He continued to cultivate scores of the famous as his friends and confidants, all the while publishing little and, he said later, developing a formidable ''writer's block'' that delayed completion of ''Answered Prayers.''

To keep alive the public's interest in the promised work, in 1975 he decided to allow the magazine Esquire to print portions of the unfinished novel. The decision was catastrophic to the grand social life he had cultivated because, in one of the excerpts, ''La C^ote Basque,'' Mr. Capote told apparently true and mostly scandalous stories about his famous friends, naming names, and in so doing forever lost their friendship and many other friendships as well.

Alcohol and Drug Problems
Soon his long-simmering problems with alcohol and drugs grew into addictions, and his general health deteriorated alarmingly. The once sylphlike and youthful Mr. Capote grew paunchy and bald, and in the late 1970's he underwent treatment for alcoholism and drug abuse, had prostate surgery and suffered from a painful facial nerve condition, a tic doloreux.

In ''Music for Chameleons,'' a collection of short nonfiction pieces published in 1980, Mr. Capote, in a ''self-interview,'' asked himself whether, at that point in his life, God had helped him. His answer: ''Yes. More and more. But I'm not a saint yet. I'm an alcoholic. I'm a drug addict. I'm homosexual. I'm a genius. Of course, I could be all four of these dubious things and still be a saint.''

Named Truman Streckfus Persons after his birth in New Orleans on Sept. 30, 1924, he was the son of Archulus Persons, a nonpracticing lawyer and member of an old Alabama family, and of the former Lillie Mae Faulk, of Monroeville, Ala. Years later he adopted the surname of his stepfather, Joe Capote, a Cuban-born New York businessman.

Mr. Capote's mother, who eventually committed suicide, liked to be called Nina and was not, according to her own testimony as well as her son's, temperamentally suited to motherhood. Living with her husband in a New Orleans hotel, she sent Truman to live with relatives in Monroeville when he was barely able to walk, and for the first nine years of his life he lived mostly in Alabama under the supervision of female cousins and aunts.

'A Spiritual Orphan'
In that period, he said years later, he felt like ''a spiritual orphan, like a turtle on its back.''

''You see,'' he said, ''I was so different from everyone, so much more intelligent and sensitive and perceptive. I was having fifty perceptions a minute to everyone else's five. I always felt that nobody was going to understand me, going to understand what I felt about things. I guess that's why I started writing. At least on paper I could put down what I thought.''

Most summers the boy returned to New Orleans for a month or so, and accompanied his father on trips up and down the Mississippi aboard the riverboat on which Mr. Persons worked as a purser. Truman learned to tap dance, he said, and was proud of the fact that he once danced for the passengers accompanied by Louis Armstrong, whose band was playing on the steamboat.

Many of his stories, notably ''A Christmas Memory,'' which paid loving tribute to his old cousin, Miss Sook Faulk, who succored him in his childhood loneliness, were based on his recollections of life in and around Monroeville. So were his first published novel, ''Other Voices, Other Rooms,'' his second, ''The Grass Harp,'' and the collection of stories, ''A Tree of Night.''

Character in 'Mockingbird'
The young Truman's best friend in Monroeville was the little girl next door, Nelle Harper Lee, who many years later put him into her Pulitzer Prize-winning novel, ''To Kill a Mockingbird,'' in the character of the precocious Dill Harris. (He had earlier used Miss Lee as the prototype for the character of Idabel Tompkins in ''Other Voices, Other Rooms.'') After his mother's divorce from Mr. Persons and her marriage to Joe Capote, she brought her son to live with them in New York. He was sent to several private schools, including Trinity School and St. John's Academy in New York, but he disliked schools and did poorly in his courses, including English, although he had taught himself to read and write when he was 5 years old.

Having been told by many teachers that the precocious child was probably mentally backward, the Capotes sent him to a psychiatrist who, Truman Capote said triumphantly some years later, ''naturally classified me as a genius.''

He later credited Catherine Woods, an English teacher at Greenwich High School in Connecticut, with being the first person to recognize his writing talent and to give him guidance. With her encouragement he wrote poems and stories for the school paper, The Green Witch. He did not complete high school and had no further formal education.

At the age of 17, Mr. Capote wangled a job at The New Yorker. ''Not a very grand job, for all it really involved was sorting cartoons and clipping newspapers,'' he wrote years later. ''Still, I was fortunate to have it, especially since I was determined never to set a studious foot inside a college classroom. I felt that either one was or wasn't a writer, and no combination of professors could influence the outcome. I still think I was correct, at least in my own case.''

First Stories and Novel
In a two-year stay at The New Yorker, Mr. Capote had several short stories published in minor magazines. ''Several of them were submitted to my employers, and none accepted,'' he wrote later. In the same period, he wrote his first, never-published novel, ''Summer Crossing.''

Mr. Capote made his first major magazine sale, of the haunting short story ''Miriam,'' to Mademoiselle in 1945, and in 1946 it won an O. Henry Memorial Award. (There were to be three more O. Henry awards.)

The award led to a contract and a $1,500 advance from Random House to write a novel. Mr. Capote returned to Monroeville and began ''Other Voices, Other Rooms,'' and he worked on the slim volume in New Orleans, Saratoga Springs, N.Y., and in North Carolina, finally completing it on Nantucket. It was published in 1948.

The novel, a sensitively written account of a teen-age boy's coming to grips with maturity and accepting his world as it is, achieved wide popularity and critical acclaim and was hailed as a remarkable achievement for a writer only 23 years old.

In 1969, when ''Other Voices, Other Rooms'' was reprinted, Mr. Capote said the novel was ''an attempt to exorcise demons: an unconscious, altogether intuitive attempt, for I was not aware, except for a few incidents and descriptions, of its being in any serious degree autobiographical. Rereading it now, I find such self-deception unpardonable.''

Famous Dust-Cover Photograph
The book's back dust cover received almost as much comment as the novel itself, and for years was the talk of the literary set. The jacket was a photogragh of an androgynously pretty Mr. Capote, big eyes looking up from under blond bangs, and wearing a tattersall vest, reclining sensually on a sofa. The striking, now-famous dust-jacket photograph may have been prophetic, because Mr. Capote, for the remainder of his life, assiduously sought personal publicity and celebrity and said he had ''a love affair with cameras - all cameras.''

In the pursuit of literary celebrity in succeeding years, the writer was photographed in his homes in the Hamptons on Long Island, in Switzerland and at United Nations Plaza. He was photographed escorting well- dressed society women who seemed always to tower over Mr. Capote, who was only 5 feet 4 inches tall. He was also photographed, for dozens of magazines and newspapers, when he gave a much-publicized masked ball at the Plaza Hotel in New York in 1966 for some 500 of his ''very closest friends.''

For many of the postwar years Mr. Capote traveled widely and lived abroad much of the time with Jack Dunphy, his companion of more than a quarter-century. He turned out short- story collections and nonfiction for Vogue, Mademoiselle, Esquire and The New Yorker, which first published ''The Muses Are Heard,'' a 1956 book chronicling a tour of the Soviet Union by a company of black Americans in ''Porgy and Bess.''

''I conceived the whole adventure as a short comic 'nonfiction novel,' the first,'' Mr. Capote said. ''That book was an important event for me. While writing it, I realized I just might have found a solution to what had always been my greatest creative quandary. I wanted to produce a journalistic novel, something on a large scale that would have the credibility of fact, the immediacy of film, the depth and freedom of prose, and the precision of poetry.''

Praise for 'In Cold Blood'
The result of Mr. Capote's discovery was ''In Cold Blood,'' which was almost universally praised. John Hersey called it ''a remarkable book,'' for example, but there were dissenters. Stanley Kauffmann, in The New Republic, sniped at ''In Cold Blood,'' saying ''this isn't writing, it's research'' - a sly borrowing from Mr. Capote's witty thumbnail critique, years earlier, of the rambling books of the late Beat Generation author Jack Kerouac: ''This isn't writing, it's typing.''

The critic Kenneth Tynan took Mr. Capote to task for being too strictly a reporter and not making an effort to have the killers' lives spared.

Many readers were struck by Mr. Capote's verbatim quotations of long, involved conversations and incidents in his book. He explained that this came from ''a talent for mentally recording lengthy conversations, an ability I had worked to achieve while researching 'The Muses Are Heard,' for I devoutly believe that the taking of notes, much less the use of a tape recorder, creates artifice and distorts or even destroys any naturalness that might exist between the observer and the observed, the nervous hummingbird and its would-be captor.'' He said his trick was to rush away from an interview and immmediately write down everything he had been told.

Mr. Capote was co-author of the movie ''Beat the Devil'' with John Huston and wrote the screenplay for a film of Henry James's ''The Innocents.'' Mr. Capote turned his second novel, ''The Grass Harp,'' into an unsuccessful Broadway play and, with Harold Arlen, wrote the 1954 musical, also unsuccessful, ''House of Flowers.'' Mr. Capote also adapted a number of his stories, including ''A Christmas Memory'' and ''The Thanksgiving Visitor,'' for television.

Critics noted his deft handling of children as characters in his work, his ability to move from the real to the surreal, and his use of lush words and images. In 1963, the critic Mark Schorer wrote of Mr. Capote: ''Perhaps the single constant in his prose is style, and the emphasis he himself places upon the importance of style.''

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2nd Secretary-General of the United Nations
In office
April 10, 1953 – September 18, 1961
Preceded by Trygve Lie
Succeeded by U Thant

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Born July 29, 1905
Jönköping, Sweden
Died September 18, 1961
Ndola, Northern Rhodesia, current Republic of Zambia
Dag Hjalmar Agne Carl Hammarskjöld (Dag Hammarskjöld (help·info)) (July 29, 1905 – September 18, 1961) was a Swedish diplomat and the second Secretary-General of the United Nations. He served from April 1953 until his death in a plane crash in September 1961.

Contents [hide]
1 Early life
2 UN Secretary General
3 Death
4 Nobel Peace Prize
5 Legacy
6 See also
7 External links



[edit] Early life
Dag Hammarskjöld was born in Jönköping, although he lived most of his childhood in Uppsala. He was the fourth and youngest son of Hjalmar Hammarskjöld, Prime Minister of Sweden (1914–1917), and Agnes Almquist. His ancestors had served the Swedish Crown since the 17th century. He studied at Uppsala University where he graduated with a Master's degree in political economy and a Bachelor of Law degree. He then moved to Stockholm.

From 1930 to 1934 he was a secretary of a governmental committee on unemployment. He also wrote his economics thesis Konjunkturspridningen (The Spread of the Business Cycle) and received his Doctorate from Stockholm University in 1933. In 1936 Hammarskjöld became a secretary in the Bank of Sweden and soon he was an undersecretary of finance. From 1941 to 1948 he served as a chairman of the Bank of Sweden.

Early in 1945, he was appointed as adviser to the cabinet on financial and economic problems, and coordinated government plans to alleviate the economic problems of the post-war period.

In 1947 Hammarskjöld was appointed to Sweden's Ministry for Foreign Affairs, and in 1949 he became the State Secretary for Foreign Affairs. He was a delegate in the Paris conference that established the Marshall Plan. In 1948 he was again in Paris to attend conference for the Organisation for European Economic Co-operation. In 1950 he became a head of Sweden delegation to UNISCAN. In 1951, he became a cabinet minister without portfolio and in effect Deputy Foreign Minister. Although Hammarskjöld served with a cabinet dominated by the Social Democrats, he never officially joined any political party. On December 20, 1954, he was elected to take his father's vacated seat in the Swedish Academy. In 1951 Hammarskjöld became vice chairman of Swedish delegation to the United Nations General Assembly in Paris. He became the chairman of the Swedish delegation to the General Assembly in New York in 1952.


[edit] UN Secretary General

Hammarskjöld outside the UN headquarters in New York.When Trygve Lie resigned from his post as UN Secretary General in 1953, the Security Council decided to recommend Hammarskjöld to the post. It came as a surprise to him. He was selected on March 31 with the majority of 10 out of eleven states. The UN General Assembly elected him in the April 7–10 session, by 57 votes out of 60. In 1957 he was re-elected.

Hammarskjöld started his term by establishing his own secretariat of 4,000 administrators. He set up regulations that defined their responsibilities. He insisted that the secretary-general should be able to take emergency action without the prior approval of the Security Council or the General Assembly.

During his terms, Hammarskjöld tried to soothe relations between Israel and the Arab states. In 1955 he went to mainland China to negotiate the release of 15 US pilots who had served in the Korean War and been captured by the Chinese. In 1956 he established the United Nations Emergency Force (UNEF). In 1957 he intervened in the Suez Crisis.

In 1960 the former Belgian colony and now newly-independent Congo asked for UN aid in defusing the escalating civil strife. See Congo Crisis. Hammarskjöld made four trips to the Congo republic. However, his efforts towards the decolonisation of Africa were considered insufficient by the USSR. In September 1960 the Soviet Union denounced his decision to send a UN emergency force to keep the peace. They demanded his resignation, and the replacement of the office of secretary-general by a three-man directorate with a built-in veto, the "troika". The objective was, citing the memoirs of the Soviet leader Nikita Khrushchev, to "equally represent interests of three groups of countries: capitalist, socialist and recently independent" [1].

Like his predecessor Trygve Lie, Hammarskjöld ended his term a lame duck, no longer on speaking terms with one of the UN's most important members, the Soviet Union. His bad relations with both the Soviets and the French led directly to financial crisis and the looming threat to bankruptcy, as both these governments refused to pay their peacekeeping dues. It would be up to his successor, U Thant, to rehabiliate the office of Secretary-General.


[edit] Death
In September 1961, Hammarskjöld found out about the fighting between non-combatant UN forces and Katanga troops of Moise Tshombe. He was en route to negotiate a cease-fire on the night of September 17-18 when his plane crashed near Ndola, Northern Rhodesia (now Zambia). He and fifteen others perished. There is still speculation as to the cause of the crash.

The explanation of investigators at the time is that Hammarskjöld's aircraft descended too low on its approach to Ndola's airport at night. The crew had filed no flight plan for security reasons. No evidence of a bomb, surface-to-air missile or hijacking has ever been presented. It has been speculated that the crew of the DC-6 incorrectly used altitude data for Ndolo (915 ft, 279 m), which is in Congo and at lower altitude, rather than Ndola ( 4167ft, 1270 m) in Northern Rhodesia.

On August 19, 1998, Archbishop Desmond Tutu, chairman of South Africa's Truth and Reconciliation Commission (TRC), revealed that recently-uncovered letters had implicated British MI5, American CIA and South African intelligence services in the 1961 crash of Dag Hammarskjöld's plane. One TRC letter said that a bomb in the aircraft's wheel-bay was set to detonate when the wheels came down for landing. [2]

On July 29, 2005, exactly 100 years after Hammarskjöld's birth, the Norwegian Major General Bjørn Egge gave an interview to the newspaper Aftenposten on the events surrounding his death. According to Egge, who was the first UN officer to see the body, Hammarskjöld had a hole in his forehead, and this hole was subsequently airbrushed from photos taken of the body. It appeared to Egge that Hammarskjöld had been thrown from the plane, and grass and leaves in his hands might indicate that he survived the crash, and had tried to scramble away from the wreckage. Egge's statement does not, however, align with Archbishop Tutu's information. [3]

A less conspiratorial theory holds that Hammarskjöld's plane struck some treetops as it was preparing for landing. Hammarskjöld was the only person whose body was separate from the wreckage and therefore not burnt due to his aversion to seatbelts. He was thrown from the crash able to crawl away from the plane, but his injuries were severe enough that he was already dead by the time the plane was found.

His only book Vägmärken (Markings) was published in 1963. A collection of his diary reflections, the book starts in 1925, when he was 20 years old, and ends at his death in 1961. [4] In the book Hammarskjöld reveals himself as a Christian Mysticist and describes his diplomat deed in the way of a ”inner journey”; the book became popular with U.S. students and also with the former Swedish archbishop K.G. Hammar.


[edit] Nobel Peace Prize
Hammarskjöld received the Nobel Peace Prize in 1961, having been nominated before his death.


[edit] Legacy
Today Hammarskjöld is viewed perhaps as the greatest Secretary-General because of his ability to shape events in contrast to his successors. This view is one that is commonly shared by intellectuals around the world, such as the historian Paul Kennedy, who hailed Hammarskjöld in his book The Parliament of Man.[citation needed]

A Manhattan park near the United Nations headquarters is called Dag Hammarskjold Plaza, and nearby buildings use it as a vanity address.[citation needed]


[edit] See also
Olof Palme
Bernt Carlsson

[edit] External links
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Markings - "the spiritual diary of Dag Hammarskjöld"
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Nobel Peace Prize: Laureates (1951–1975)[hide]
1951: Jouhaux | 1952: Schweitzer | 1953: Marshall | 1954: UNHRC | 1957: Pearson | 1958: Pire | 1959: Noel‑Baker | 1960: Lutuli | 1961: Hammarskjöld | 1962: Pauling | 1963: Red Cross | 1964: King | 1965: UNICEF | 1968: Cassin | 1969: ILO | 1970: Borlaug | 1971: Brandt | 1973: Kissinger, Le | 1974: MacBride, Sato | 1975: Sakharov


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Exploring Turtle Bay
Residents and visitors alike can always find something to do in Turtle Bay. Stroll among the sculptures of the United Nations. Duck into a friendly pub and watch the game. Jog through Turtle Bay's parks. Take a yoga class or pump iron at the Vanderbilt Y. Attend an exhibit at the Japan Society or a concert at the Turtle Bay Music School. Tour Turtle Bay's sites. For a panoramic view of the environs, slip away to the penthouse lounge of the Beekman Tower Hotel, an Art Deco landmark.

The following sites are our Top Picks. Know any others? Send us an email or postcard of your favorite spot in Turtle Bay.

Address note: UN Plaza
The area of First Avenue between 42nd and 49th Street, site of the United Nations complex, is officially known as UN Plaza.

Ford Foundation
321 East 42nd Street (through to 43rd Street)
Considered to be among the City's finest works of architecture, the offices of this building surround a soaring atrium of lush plantings. The 12-story glassed in area shelters a terraced garden with full-grown trees and a pool.


Tudor City
A self-contained neighborhood with its own post office and park, this residential enclave hovers on abutments over First Avenue and UN Plaza. Tudor City can be approached by walking up the hill from Second Avenue or by climbing up the steps in Ralph Bunche Park (First Avenue at UN Plaza). Built between 1925 and 1928, the private renewal effort transformed a shantytown once known as Goat Hill into genteel apartment buildings in the Tudor style. Tudor City's park is maintained by a nonprofit tenants' group, Tudor City Greens. A favorite with joggers, its tranquil setting makes the park a nice place to read and reflect. Two small public playgrounds are located on adjacent city property.

A staircase known as the Scharansky Steps (named for the Soviet dissident) at the northeast end of Tudor City leads down to UN Plaza and Ralph J. Bunche Park, just opposite the United Nations.


Ralph J. Bunche Park
UN Plaza at East 42nd Street

This small public space with benches and ivy-clad trees was named after the first black UN official, who served as secretary to the Palestine Peace Commission and was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize three years later.

The park's vertical aluminum sculpture, Peace Form One, is by a contemporary black artist, Daniel LaRue Johnson. The Isaiah Wall, given by New York City to the United Nations, bears a quotation from the book of Isaiah: "They shall beat their swords into plowshares." With its proximity to the UN, the park is frequently the site of demonstrations.


United Nations Headquarters
United Nations Plaza, (First Avenue)
between East 42nd and East 48th Streets

John D. Rockefeller Jr.'s donation of the $8.5 million site, assembled by real estate tycoon William Zeckendorf for a private development, secured the location for this international institution dedicated to world peace. The UN complex contains three main buildings: the Secretariat, completed in 1950, the General Assembly building (1952) and the Dag Hammarskjold Library (1963) in a park-like setting. An international team of renowned architects led by America's Wallace K. Harrison drew up the designs. Every major nation has donated some work of art to the headquarters.

The General Assembly lobby and outdoor promenade are open to the public. Tours of the United Nations are offered daily (9 AM to 4:45 PM). Access to the grounds during the same hours is free. The promenade contains wide expanses of manicured lawn, magnificent sculptures, an esplanade overlooking the East River, cherry trees, and rose gardens. A monument to Eleanor Roosevelt offers a quiet place to sit and reflect. The words inscribed there are worth noting: "Rather than curse the darkness, she lit a candle, and her light has warmed the world."

The Delegates Dining Room, on the top floor of the Conference Building is open to the public and though the buffet lunch is pricey, it affords a sweeping view of the East River among impressive surroundings. For reservations, call (212) 963-7626.

One of the most arresting sculptures, visible for blocks, is Tsereteli Zurab's contemporary representation of Saint George killing the dragon. The mammoth monument was presented by the Soviet Union to commemorate the 1987 signing with the U.S. of the Intermediate Nuclear Forces Treaty. The dragon's body consists of parts of a Russian intercontinental ballistic missile and an American Pershing missile.


United Nations Plaza Hotel
NW corner of East 44th Street at First Avenue

Built in 1976, this sleek building of aluminum and blue-green reflective glass houses an elegant Hyatt hotel, inviting public spaces and offices. Its irregular shape presents an interesting visual effect. The hotel's Ambassador Grill, with its mirrored skylights creating the illusion of a night sky, is a favorite among the diplomatic crowd.


Beaux-Arts Apartment Hotel
307 and 310 East 44th Street
between UN Plaza and Second Avenue

Named for the adjacent Beaux Arts Institute, these two cubistic compositions face each other on opposite sides of the street. Built in 1930, they bear the hallmarks of the Art Deco period.


Beaux-Arts Institute of Design
304 East 44th Street
between UN Plaza and Second Avenue

Built in 1928, the principles of the Beaux-Arts school of architecture can be readily seen in this structure, which embodies the Art Deco style. The building now houses a mission to the UN.


James P. Grant Plaza & UNICEF House
East 44th Street
between UN Plaza and Second Avenue

This vest-pocket park next to UNICEF House bears the name of UNICEF's executive director from 1980-1995. The park is open to the public 24 hours and its chairs and cafe tables provide a convenient spot for bag lunches. Free lunchtime jazz concerts are featured during June and July.

Next door the UNICEF House provides exhibits of the UN agency's work for children around the world with a gift shop that offers a diverse selection of Unicef greeting cards by international artists.


Dag Hammarskjold Plaza Park
East 47th Street
between First and Second Avenue

This block-long public space leading to the United Nations traditionally served as a staging area for demonstrations. In 1995, an ambitious landscape renovation by the city was undertaken, transforming the barren plaza into a magnificent park befitting its location as a Gateway to the UN. In May, 1997, the park's extensive border planting was dedicated as the Katharine Hepburn Garden. In July, 1999, the entire reconstruction was completed and the park's official opening was celebrated August 18, 1999. Six fountains enclosed by iron-latticed pergolas grace the garden area, which is bounded by granite seating walls. The center promenade features two rows of facing benches and an entrance pavilion. The park has proven popular with office workers and tourists as a lunch spot while neighborhood residents enjoy the well lit benches and glimmering fountains in the evening.
Noteworthy also is the park's Holocaust Memorial and the adjacent Wallenberg Memorial, located on the traffic island of UN Plaza.

Membership in Friends of Dag Hammarskjold Plaza, a nonprofit community organization, is open to all who wish to play a role in the conservancy of the park.

Japan Society
333 East 47th Street, Hammarskjold Plaza
web site

This organization, dedicated to understanding and appreciation of the Japanese culture, presents numerous programs and exhibits. The building, funded by John D. Rockefeller III and erected in the early 1970s, provides a striking example of modern Japanese architecture. It also houses a lovely Zen garden.
(See Events listing.)


Holy Family Roman Catholic Church
315 East 47th Street, Hammarskjold Plaza

The present church, built on the site of a stable, was dedicated in 1965 to serve the needs of the UN community, as well as the Turtle Bay parish. Particular concern for the plight of refugees throughout the world is portrayed in the stained glass windows, which dominate the west wall. The word "hope" in various languages is worked into the design. A large aluminum statue of the risen Christ above the altar provides a focus for this spirit of hope.

Enjoy a moment of tranquility in St. Mary's Garden, the church's lovely courtyard with a statue of St. Mary, a bridge over a pond, benches, and lush plantings.


Sutton Place Synagogue
225 East 51st Street

The Sutton Place Synagogue has a fascinating history going back to the late 1800's, when an orthodox synagogue was established on the second floor of a building at East 50th Street and Second Avenue. The present Synagogue (now conservative) opened in 1976 and was built on the site of a former Con Edison building that the congregation had used for a number of years. An addition is now planned, to be used as a community center.

Under the direction of Rabbi Allan Schranz and Executive Director Harriet Janover, the Synagogue now offers numerous programs for the congregation and community. Daily services are held at 8 AM and 5:30 PM Monday through Thursday, Fridays at 8 AM and 6:45 PM, and Saturday mornings at 9:00.


Salvation Army
221 East East 52nd Street

The Salvation Army operates a Community Center that offers many services for the elderly and is open to all who seek fellowship and assistance. Members carry on their traditional service of accepting donations of clothing and furniture for the needy. As a church (in the Evangelical tradition) Sunday services are held at 11:00 AM, followed by a hot lunch. Bible study is offered on Tuesdays at noon. Counseling services are provided for persons with personal or family problems. The hours for receiving donations are variable, so call 758-0763 before dropping off clothing. For furniture and larger items, call 757-2311 for pickup.


First Reformed Episcopal Church
317 East 50th Street
212 755.0995
The "First Church" is the mother church of the Reformed Episcopal Church in the United States and Canada. The REC holds to the traditional Anglican faith and practice of the English Reformation. The Rev. Dr. Matthew P. Harrington, Rector

Sunday Services
9.00 am Holy Communion
11.00 am Morning Prayer



Church of St. Agnes
143 East 43rd Street

The Church of St. Agnes is a phoenix, risen from the ashes of a devestating fire in December of 1992. Now rebuilt from the ground up, the Church is back in its traditional role as a landmark for Catholics throughout the New York area. It has for many years been best known for its weekly Latin Tridentine Mass (11:00 AM every Sunday). Under the stewardship of Msgr. Eugene V. Clark, Pastor, and no less than ten assistant priests, the Church has numerous daily Masses and offers a veritable smorgasbord of services, from novenas to a Community Club to a well-attended soup kitchen for the homeless.


Vanderbilt YMCA
224 East 47th Street

Once a hotel for railroad conductors, today this well managed facility offers budget-priced accommodations (bunk beds and small rooms) to many youth groups and frugal European tourists. If you want to stay in shape and avoid the steep fees of Manhattan's health clubs, check out the Y's modern fitness center. It has all the essentials, including an Olympic-size swimming pool, basketball courts, gyms, and steam rooms, plus a full roster of fitness classes led by expert instructors.

In addition to its array of adult fitness classes, the Y offers special programs for teens, as well as seniors, and a calendar of seasonal outings and events.

The Vanderbilt YMCA also provides the Turtle Bay Association with a small office and the use of its conference room for scheduled meetings.


Turtle Bay Gardens Historic District
226-246 East 49th Street
between Second and Third Avenues

During the 1920s, this group of brownstones was restored, and the yards of two rows of town houses set back-to-back on 48th and 49th street were turned into a communal garden by taking a six-foot strip from each plot to form a common path. Low walls and individual plantings mark the private yards.

Popular with the literati, the block was immortalized by E. B. White in his book The Second Tree from the Corner. Other residents included Dorothy Thompson (1941-1957), Julian Bach (1960s), and Max Perkins (1930s). In the late 40s, two adjoining houses (221 and 223 East 48 St.) were connected by designers Russell and Mary Wright to form the studio, showroom and living space for their post-war industrial design, which included the enormously popular American Modern dinnerware. Stephen Sondheim has been a long-time resident of the Gardens, as was Katharine Hepburn until recently.


Efrem Zimbalist House
225-227 East 49th Street

Built in 1926 for the violinist, his wife, diva Alma Gluck, and her daughter, novelist Marcia Davenport. Later Henry Luce lived here, but in the 1950s the house became the 17th Precinct Station House and later still was divided into apartments. Look for the violin carved over the doorway!


Greenacre Park
East 51st Street
between Second and Third Avenues

With its 25-foot-high waterfall cascading over the rear wall and artfully landscaped trees and plantings, this is truly an oasis of serenity for residents and those who work in the area. Built in 1970-71 by the Greenacre Foundation (founded by Mrs. Jean Mauze, the former Abby Rockefeller), the park was dedicated to Laurance Rockefeller and the late Allston Boyer in recognition of their





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University of Michigan Medical Center Ann Arbor, MI
Healthline The Univ. of Montana Student Health Services
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University of Pennsylvania Medical Center (Oncolink) Philadelphia, PA
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University of Virginia Children's Medical Center Charlottesville, VA
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University of Wisconsin Dept. of Family Medicine Madison, Wisconsin
Atlanta Reproductive Health Centre


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Arizona Health Sciences Library Guide to Public Health
History of Medicine provided by the University of Iowa and the NLM.
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The Virtual Hospital at the University of Iowa.
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Health & Medicine
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A brief history of the basal ganglia
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Yahoo medicine index.
WWW Virtual Library medicine index.
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The Medical Matrix guide to internet medical resources
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U.C. Irvine Martindale's Health Science Guide
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Searchable Catalogs
Searchable WWW Catalog at CUI, U.Geneva
Form-based access to W3 Search Engines
other subjects in the CERN WWW Virtual Library.
ArchiePlex (archie gateway)
Veronica (Global Gopher Menu Searches)


Medicine & Computing

Australian National University Bioinformatics
Duke University Medical Center
Medical Informatics from the Duke University
Georgia Institute of Technology Medical Informatics
Kuwait University Health Sciences Computer Center
The Medical College of Wisconsin Division of Medical Informatics
Monash University Medical Informatics
Medical Informatics Home Page from the Netherlands
Stanford University Medical Media and Info Technology (SUMMIT)
Center for Advanced Medical Informatics at Stanford
Stanford University Medical Media and Information Technologies (SUMMIT)
University of Arizona College of Medicine Multimedia Health and Medical Informatics Databases
University of Florida Medical InformaticsUniversity of Limburg, Maastricht, Medical Informatics
University of Manchester Medical Informatics Group
University of Miami Medical Informatics
University of North Carolina (Chapel Hill) Medical Informatics
University of Pavia, Italy, Medical Informatics Laboratory,
University of Rochester Medical Informatics
University of Wales, Aberystwyth, Institute for Health Informatics,
Yale Center for Medical Informatics
sci.med.informatics
International Medical Informatics Association (IMLIA/MEDINFO)
SimBioSys, a program for medical simulations
Switzerland - Biocomputing, Biozentrum der Universitaet Basel
bionet.software.www archives


Journals and Magazines

The Medical Reporter
Hospital News
University of Wisconsin Medical School Health and Medical Informatics Digest
Listing of Biomedical Conferences
CICNet Electronic Journal Indices
AIDS
Medicine
Good Medicine Magazine
International Health News
Boston University Amyloid, The International Journal of Clinical and Experimental Investigation


Commercial

Belmont Research, a provider of biomedical software and consulting
GE (General Electric), Imaging and Visualization Laboratory
Three Dimensional Medical Reconstruction
Raven Press, Medical Publishers: New Publication Announcements
Metronome Press -- continuing education in the health sciences
Meyer Instruments, Inc. -- Integrators of image analysis systems
The Franklin Search Group Inc. -- on-line career services for Biology and Medicine
MedSearch America: Biomedical job and career information


Biochemistry

Edinburgh University Department of Chemical Engineering (Bioreactors, medical devices)
BLOCKS Server
Whitehead Institute for Biomedical Research and MIT Center for Genome Research
Royal Institute of Technology, Department of Biochemistry and Biotechnology


Research and Molecular Genetics

The Treponema pallidum Molecular Genetics Server Home Page
Colorado State University Mosquito Genomics
European Molecular Biology Network
Erice Interdisciplinary Crystallographic Meetings
French Genomics Server, Moulon
Center for Biomedical and Biophysical Technologies (CITBB)
Advanced Biotechnology Center (CBA) and at the National Institute for Cancer Research (IST)
EMF-Link -- Biology and health effects of electromagnetic fields
Imperial Cancer Research Fund Reference Library DataBase (YAC, P1, cosmid, and cDNA libraries)
Internet World Congress on Biomedical Science '94
Johns Hopkins University
BioInformatics
Sequence Databases
Protein Identification Resource
Genome Data Base
Center for Hearing and Balance
Lateiner Dataspace (Medical Visualization)
Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory Biology and Biotechnology Research Program
Los Alamos National Laboratory
Medical Data Analysis Projects (Images)
Rothamsted Experimental Station
Scripps Research Institute Public Pages
National University of Singapore Biocomputing
Sumeria -- Heterodox Science and Medicine


Medical Education

Medical Education
The World Lecture Hall -- on-line courses and courseware
Misc.Education.Medical Newsgroup Home Page
On-line Interactive Science Experiments
The Interactive Medical Student Lounge
StudyWeb


Other WWW Resources

Medical Illustrators Page
The Medical Meeting Place
North Carolina Society for Medical and Scientific History Scientific and Medical Antique Collecting Guide
Nova-Links
Health Resources
Internet Opthamology
Osteometer -- osteoporosis research
Polio and Post-Polio Resources
Psychiatry On-Line and the International Journal of Psychiatry
Australian National University Medicine
Boston University School of Public Health
Dermatology Server
University of Iowa College Nursing
Purdue University Biomedical Engineering Club
The Biomedical Engineering Group at the University of Surrey (UK)


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Bournemouth University - The Institute of Health & Community Studies
We are a modern and innovative institution. We enjoy a reputation for our commitment to wide ranging opportunities through lifelong learning, teaching, research and consultancy, and are one of the premier providers of vocational higher education in the UK.

Burnett International University (BIU)
The goal of Burnett International University (BIU) School of Medicine and Health Sciences is to provide the very best quality of Medical education to students from around the world.

Curtin University of Technology
According to the Times Higher Education Supplement (Nov 5, 2004), Australian universities are all of a very high standing with most listed in the top 200 in the world.

Flinders University Medical School
Capacity to offer 30 places for international students alongside 80 of Australia's brightest graduates provides a high quality medical training option for talented students from North America and other parts of the world.

Homeopathycollege.com
Homeopathycollege.com is Australasia’s leading homeopathic training provider with more than 15 years experience in homeopathic education. The college is committed to providing the highest standard of training in classical homeopathy.

Hope University School of Medicine
We offer a four-year English program, providing an outstanding academic model and a comprehensive training for the practice of medicine. It encompasses two years of Basic Medical Science teaching at two campuses, main campus in Belize and subcampus in Europe; followed by two years of Clinical Clerkship training.

Nature Care College - Learning for Life
Nature Care College is Australia’s leading and most respected college of natural therapies and complementary medicine with over 80 courses available.

Murdoch University
Murdoch University offers a university education of the highest quality and has been ranked the best teaching campus of all Australia's public universities in an independent national survey of university graduates.

University of Oradea - Medicine and Dentistry
The University of Oradea is recognised by the W.H.O, Medical councils of Great Britain, Canada, and U.S.A, South Africa, Pakistan, Zambia, Saudi Medical Board, Germany, France, Italy and many other countries. The faculty has core clinical training sites at over 10 hospitals with an average of 800 beds.

RMIT University- One of Australia's leading educational institutions
Melbourne’s RMIT University offers a wide range of programs and study levels, giving students the best possible start for a successful career. RMIT University prides itself on the rich cultural diversity of its students- of the 57,000 plus students, approximately 9,000 are international.

Royal College of Surgeons in Ireland
From its foundation in 1974, the Royal College of Surgeons in Ireland has developed an international reputation for excellence in medical education and training.

St. George's University - School of Medicine
St. George's University has evolved into a dynamic center of international education. The University offers advanced degrees in its Schools of Medicine and Veterinary Medicine as well as bachelor degrees through St. George's School of Arts & Sciences.

The Latin University of Costa Rica
The University has its main university campus in Lourdes de Montes de Oca, San José, Costa Rica, a place characterized by being in the country’s university sector of excellence, in an environment which harbours many universities, four of which are state, four of which are state.

Universidad Latina De Panama - Faculty of Medical Sciences & Health
The Faculty of Medical Sciences and Health at the Latin University of Panama was established in 1994, the Faculty is located in Panama City and has its own building which offers facilities for students who are interested in the innovations of the health sector.

St Lukes University
Our academic program not only equips highly dedicated students with the holistic knowledge and skills necessary to provide optimum patient healthcare but we also seek to educate students to become compassionate physicians.

St Martinus University
St.Martinus University offers a European setting on a tropical island. Our curriculum is a unique combination of European and American medical education models, offering an interesting array of dual degree programs that combine M.D., D.M.D., master of Hyperbaric Medicine Degrees in addition to many popular and traditional programs in the health sciences.

The Ohio College of Podiatric Medicine
The Ohio College of Podiatric Medicine is dedicated to the profession. We are focused on podiatric medicine; its further development through clinical innovation and research, and its benefi ts to our patient community through outreach and compassionate care.

University of Seychelles - American Institute of Medicine (USAIM)
Our curriculum is designed to armor gifted students with intellectual and technical expertise necessary for successful practice in medicine. It is a succession of integrated academic experiences that facilitate the growth towards particular professional goals.

University of Sint Eustatius School of Medicine
Paving the path to excellence in healthcare education. A superb-quality education geared towards passing licensing exams (USMLE).

Saint Theresa’s Medical University
The Mission of Saint Theresa’s Medical University is to promote healthcare and health science education on a global scale. In addition, Saint Theresa’s Medical University seeks to support the healthcare and educational efforts of the medical community on Saint Christopher & Nevis and to assist in the continuing improvement of healthcare.

Texas College of Traditional Chinese Medicine
Master of Acupuncture and Oriental Medicine. One of 3 best acupuncture and Oriental Medicine schools in America. The oldest College of Acupuncture and Oriental Medicine in Texas.

University of Ulster - Life & Health Sciences
Our academic staff include world-renowned researchers who work to understand and find solutions to todays major health and environmental problems. Research in Biomedical Sciences received the highest possible rating 5*, in the most recent UK Research Assessment Exercise.

UND - University of North Dakota
We prepare Professionals in more than 150 programs, including Aviation Health Sciences and Business.

The University of Sydney - College of Health Sciences
The University of Sydney is well known for its rich diversity of courses and a high reputation for teaching and research excellence. The College of Health Sciences is by far the broadest consortium of health science disciplines operating within any institution in Australia, and within the Oceania and Asian regions

Staffordshire University - Faculty of Health and Sciences
We offer both undergraduate and postgraduate awards in abroad range of academic disciplines, with a focus on Healthcare and related fields such as
Psychology, Environmental Management, Natural Sciences,and specialised
subject areas including Sport and Exercise, and Forensic Science.

Warnborough College
Warnborough College offers an intensive pre-medical programme by Distance Learning or by class attendance. The Pre-Medical Programme guarantees entry into WHO-listed foreign medical schools.



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