Tuesday, May 21st

sidewalksale2012Mark you calendar: the annual sidewalk sale is coming to Scarsdale from 10 am to 5 pm on Thursday July 28, Friday July 29 and Saturday July 30. There will be tables of merchandise on sale, a live radio broadcast, and entertainment for kids on Saturday from 11-4.

Plans for Saturday include a free kids concert, a balloon man, animals from the Greenburgh Nature Center and a DJ in Chase Park from 12 p to 4 pm.

Here's the schedule:
-Songs for Seeds Free Summer Concert at Chase Park Saturday 11:00am-12:00pm
-DJ Entertainment from JD Sounds Entertainment Saturday 12:00am-4:00pm
-Balloon Fun with Scott Kazan Saturday 1:00pm-4:00pm
-Greenburgh Nature Center's Special Wildlife Presentation Sat

On Thursday and Friday there will be metered parking on village streets and in the Christie Place Garage – and on Saturday there will be free parking on the two lower levels of Christie Place Garage.

Here's the line-up of participating businesses:

Berkshire Hathaway Home Services Westchester Properties
Douglas Elliman Real Estate
Flywheel Sports
Great Stuff
GYMGUYZ
Holsten Jewelers
Jewels By Joanne
Julia B Fee Sotheby's International Realty
Korth & Shannahan Painting
La Dentelliere
LF
Mixology Scarsdale LLC
Pamela Robbins
Petticoat Lane
PlushBlow
Pookie & Sebastian
Redginji
Rothmans
Sand Accessories
Scarsdale Spencer Pharmacy
Scarsdale Symphony Orchestra
Skinny Buddha Organic Cafe
Soul Cycle
Total Form Fitness
Wilson & Son Jewelers
Wyatt Lily Children's Boutique

nytimesThis piece was submitted by writer Linda Ellenbogen who participates in the Writers Critque Group at Scarsdale Library:

"Go to the school library and look up the New York Times for the day you were born. Then write about it ." That is how Prof. Kresky ended English 401, Sec. D on a September day in 1966. It was the English composition course required of all freshman and transfer students. I was a transfer student. Why I had to repeat English Comp is a tale for another day. However, Mrs. Kresky and the topic she assigned that day, "The Day I was born," had a tremendous impact on my confidence in my ability to put words to paper.

According to my mother, I was born at 4:39, on the morning of Thursday, October 16, 1946. The operative word here is Thursday, as you will soon see. So, off I marched to the Pace (then college) library in Pleasantville, New York, a bucolic satellite campus of its much more prestigious mother campus located near City Hall in Manhattan.

I learned how to use a newspaper for research, which really was the purpose of the assignment. I found what I thought was the day I was looking for. Across the top of the never wrong, New York Times, I read the day, Thursday. Then my eyes traveled across to the date..."What???!!!" I couldn't believe my eyes, the date read October 17, 1946. I looked at Wednesday's paper. Yup, Wednesday, October 16, 1946. Back to look at Thursday's paper, October 17, 1946, back to Wednesday, October 16. How could my mother not know my birthday. Maybe I was adopted and she wasn't really present at my birth.

Now remember, this was in the days well before cell phones. So, home I went. "Mom, was I born on October 16, or 17? You always told me I was born on Thursday, October 16, but the 16th was Wednesday not Thursday." I explained the assignment to her. Frighteningly, she looked puzzled, verging on tears. "I'm not sure," she said, "Your father named you the day you were born. They take the Torah out on Thursday, so, I always thought it was Thursday. I don't know now." Then she regained her composure. "I'll call Gertie, she remembers everything." My father's eldest sister was the unofficial family historian, and she didn't even have to write any of these facts down. My mother immediately made the call and asked the all important question. As I listened to my mother's side of the conversation, I realized that my aunt did not miss a beat and answered October 16. It was Shemini Atzeret, (the last day of the Succot holiday). They took out the Torah that day and that's why Leonard could name her that day." The mystery was solved, I was born on Wednesday, October 16, 1946. Thank you, Aunt Gertie for your phenomenal memory.

The next day I went back to the Pace Library; went back to the archives and looked up the headline for Wednesday, October 16, 1946. From that headline, I found out that Wednesday, October 16, 1946 was not only a day that would live in the annals of the Marks and Weintraub families, but also an historic day that would live in the annals of world history. Perhaps, it was this day that marked the real end of World War II and the final end of the Nazi regime. And, so we begin:

THE DAY I WAS BORN

Goering Ends Life By Poison, 10 Others Hanged in Nuremberg Prison For Nazi War Crimes; Doomed Men on Gallows Pray For Germany

The world rejoiced. The most powerful men in Nazi Germany were dead. As radio announcers throughout the world proclaimed the highly anticipated news, Goodman Marks bounded up the stairs to wake his brother Leonard. Wake him and tell him some of their own highly anticipated news. Now, for just a few moments, the Marks and Weintraub families could forget the sadness that had befallen them less than a month before with the untimely death of two and a half year old Jacob, Leonard and Frieda Marks' first child. Once again, they were parents. At 4:39 AM on Wednesday, October 16, 1946, just a few short hours after the death of the murderers who had killed many of her cousins, a daughter was born---Linda Joy, beautiful happiness---their first daughter and second child.

She was named after Lena Weintraub, her maternal grandmother, who had died that April shortly after they had received the diagnosis of young Jacob's very rare form of cancer. Linda was given several reasons for the choice of Joy as her middle name. The first was that she was the only good thing that happened that year. Second, was that she was named after her grandfather, Jacob Marks. Her father's father had died when Leonard was just 15. The third reason, and the one she most liked to believe was that she was named after the brother she would never know.

The time of death was not given to the ten men until one hour before it was scheduled to happen, just as the time of death was not given to six million Jews until they turned on the gas filled showers they were unknowingly sent to, and as the time of birth could not be accurately predetermined. Ten men could not turn back as they approached the gallows that would cause their deaths. However, the expectant father, especially in those days, was told to go home and wait perhaps even to sleep. This was the scenario that took Leonard to his mother's home, Not being one to argue when it came to sleeping, he went back to the place where he could find peace. So, as his mother sat by the window in the rocking chair her granddaughter would always remember her in, and prayed for a safe delivery and a healthy baby, Leonard slept. She prayed in much the same way that a priest prayed for Wilhelm Keitel's soul to be delivered to the Gates of Heaven. And, when the child was born, and Eva Marks was sure all was well, she thanked G-d for giving her a healthy granddaughter. " Please G-d let this one always be well." She thanked G-d just as Keitel thanked the priest as a noose was being slipped around his neck.

As the prisoners entered the electrically lighted execution chamber with its three gallows, their hands were tied behind them and their feet were bound with army belts. They could carry nothing and could not walk without the aid of the two American army men who assisted each prisoner.

Leonard Marks needed no assistance as he walked proudly and deliberately up to the reading table in the synagogue where a rabbi and not a hangman waited to receive him. His hands were free. Free, to shake the hands of the 10 men, the minion, who witnessed the naming of this new life. Many who had witnessed as he buried his son a few weeks before and recited the mourners Kaddish over the child's grave.

The prisoners at Nuremberg recited their last words in loud booming voices. The new father announced his new daughter's name—Leah bat Lemel---Linda daughter of Leonard. The Rabbi stopped him from giving her a middle name. "Gannuk, enough," he said in Yiddish. You'll have another son to name after your father." Irene, one of his four sisters had told him not to do that to Frieda, not to name this child after "the boy." The Nazis prisoners would be spoken of and written about forever, but "the Boy" would never be spoken of again by his father's family and only rarely by his mother's family. This boy who carried the true name of their father---Jacob Marks broke their hearts. Perhaps this new life would help the healing begin.

The Nazis had a last meal before their lives ended. The congregation had wine and cake to celebrate the new life.

The cold, distorted, white body of Herman Wilhelm Goering was brought into the execution chamber on a stretcher after Arthur Seyas, the final prisoner, was declared dead. The cold white feet stuck out from under the blanket. The body was uncovered and plaed beside the others. Hermann Wilhelm Goering joined his comrades in being declared legally dead.

She lay so still and was so quiet, "Is she all right," her father asked his mother, who stood by the glass window with her son. A nurse, knowing what the family had been through and sensing the new father's concern, picked up the newborn infant. She immediately began to kick and scream. She was fine. Her tiny, red, wriggling body proved that.

Sitting in the old rocking chair his mother had used for prayer just a few hours before, Leonard Marks picked up a copy of the New York Times. He glanced at the headlines and nonchalantly tossed the paper across the room. He was tired. The tired that comes when one is happy and pleased with the events of the day. He smiled a contented smile and lay his head back. He slept. His cares left him. The Nazis were dead and his child had been born. It had been quite a day.

Writer Linda Ellenbogen was born, raised and raised her family in Westchester, and is now retired from teaching in the Bronx after 35 years. She has been married to Paul Ellenbogen for 46 years and has 3 children and 5 grandchildren. She has taken writing courses at Sarah Lawrence and continues to enjoy and refine her writing with Barbara Josselson's group at the Scarsdale Library.

JaniceBarnesThe Board of Trustees of Kids' B.A.S.E. and the Little School ("K.B.L.S.") has appointed Janice Barnes as the new Executive Director of K.B.L.S. Ms. Barnes will be starting on July 11, 2016. Jessica Anfang and Nicole Lemerond, Co-Presidents of the K.B.L.S. Board of Trustees, commented, "We are thrilled to have found someone of Janice's caliber; she is an ideal fit for our school. We welcome Janice with open arms to the K.B.L.S. family and look forward to a very promising future under her direction."

Ms. Barnes is an accomplished early childhood and elementary school educator and
administrator with over thirty years of experience in the field. She was most recently the Executive Director of Ridgeway Nursery School and Kindergarten where she worked for 27 years, first as a teacher for 9 years and then as the Executive Director for 18 years. Prior to Ridgeway, she worked in various roles in Port Chester and Edgemont Public Schools. Ms. Barnes is also currently an Adjunct Professor in Early Childhood Education at Nyack College.

Ms. Barnes stated, "I am so excited to have this opportunity as the new Executive Director at K.B.L.S. I am ready to take my over 30 years of experience in early childhood education, and put it to use in the Scarsdale community and at K.B.L.S. 'It takes a village to raise a child', and I am thrilled to be an integral piece of that puzzle at K.B.L.S.

K.B.L.S. offers the highest quality of educational, social, and care experiences possible for resident Scarsdale children from age 2 through Grade 6. Kids' B.A.S.E. and The Little School are accredited by the National Association for the Education of Young Children, chartered by the NYS Board of Regents, and licensed by the NYS Office of Children and Family Services. K.B.L.S. offers year-round extended hours of operation to accommodate children and families through a range of programs including:

• The Little School: Scarsdale's premier preschool program with classes for 2s, 3s, and 4s.
• Kids' B.A.S.E.: Before- and after-school enrichment and care programs for children in grades K-6.
• The Little School Summer Enrichment Camp: Full of fun learning experiences, swim instruction, crafts, sports, and daily swim.
• Summer Set Before-and-After Camp Enrichment: Summer enrichment programming for children in grades K-5

writing-300x181The Scarsdale Library runs Writing Critique Groups to encourage local writers to explore new writing approaches, gain new insights and to provide them with a warm and supportive writing community. Lynn Beville, one of the participants, shared these thoughts on what the experience has meant to her:

As a nine year old in the 1950's, attending North Broadway School #2 (now a site of corporate offices), I used to slip, undetected into the second floor school library. This library was tiny, situated above the school nurse's office on the first floor. My plan was to be alone in the little space, lined with shelved books. I managed to do so, intent on reading the then controversial picture book about "Little Black Sambo". What an intrigue it was to peruse the pages of a story I knew both my parents and teachers would rather I not know about. How did I know this? Children pick up on grown-up's secrets and they grasp the innuendo too.

As children morph into adults, they sometimes harbor and deeply cherish the inclinations to read and write stories that have been sheltered in intrigue. But it seems both vaguely and imminently dangerous to do this, unless one can find a safe little place where uncovering or leaking secrets can take place. This is especially significant in post-adolescent adulthood because that is where the longest held stories are hovering.

I cherished for many years, both the intrigue and potential for re-visiting the quiet secret feeling I had in that tiny school library. I cherished concealed meaning in the writing of symbols in poetry. I relished the withholding of my life's secrets, and some leaking of them too. I found outlets for uncovering and catacombs for burying revelations in writing. Public and university libraries became favorite places to find refuge and solace.

Considerable vulnerabilities lurk wherever stories have been held back. Thus, a lot is at stake when the amateur writer opens up the backwash of untold tales and lets them flow out into the light of scrutiny.

I've ventured into several writing circles to gingerly leak out held back stories, some written, some circling, in the belfries waiting to be released. Workshops and writing circles are where writers can sharpen their talons of skill, toughen their skin for critique and advance their standing from amateur to professional; from obscure to recognized, in the coveted realm of being published. My experience in workshops over the years has varied from shockingly frontal to gently awakening. In some, peers have been supportive, in others the instructor has been supportive.

In semi-transition from a large writing community to a smaller one, I've discovered a writing group at the Scarsdale Library, facilitated by a working and published author. This branch of the Westchester Library system offers a welcome refuge from the hectic world we occupy. Although I am surrounded by staff and patrons when I arrive there, I am able to recall the quiet place feeling I had in my Elementary School library.

Barbara Josselsohn, a much respected instructor manages to encourage growth and literary mobility among the ranks of writers who trust their development to her. She instructs through skillful orientation, taking inspiration from, and giving inspiration to the process.

Very fortunately for me, the writers who have been drawn to this Scarsdale Library Club (one of several, by the way) are especially supportive to each other. They show respect for the challenge writing poses to the writer. I have found the safe haven for leaking out secrets that ride waves of vulnerability.

lynnbevilleLynn Beville is a retired school social worker (Westchester systems: New Rochelle, Yonkers, Mt. Vernon). She is also a veteran of Westchester Child Welfare systems and NY State Dept. of Mental Health. She used art and children's literature extensively in her work and has written and performed poetry with live music for many years. She has been a member of Sarah Lawrence Writer's Institute since the 1990's.

gaucho2Dinner at Gaucho Grill in White Plains has always been a favorite of mine. I recently decided to sample their Sunday brunch served from 11:30 to 3 P.M.. Armed with a healthy appetite I admired the overwhelming display of dishes, which transported me to the buffets at luxurious vacation resorts or at a fancy wedding reception. Gaucho Grill is known for its Argentinean and Italian dishes. The buffet includes dishes from these areas as well as international favorites. The choices include many staples, with the addition of lots of additional dishes which vary each week.

Owned by Alan Nussbaum and Maria Rubiano, Gaucho Grill is run with the aim of making their guests happy. " I feed my guests like I feed my family. We have many family groups enjoying our Sunday brunch. We stand out among many restaurant brunches because of our large variety of high quality dishes. Dishes are brought out in half trays and refilled often. This assures freshness. Nothing is sitting around, and the display is carefully attended to so it does not get messy and unappealing." Chef Thomas Pena heads the kitchen. He traces his roots to Mexico and has worked in many restaurant kitchens in Manhattan and Westchester. "I enjoy every area of my work. I never forget a taste. I add my own touch to traditional dishes."

brunch2On a recent Spring Sunday afternoon, a valet parked my car and I entered Gaucho Grill through the lounge area into the large center dining room. The black and white color scheme was accented by wall hangings of authentic Argentinean cowhide. We dined in the intimate wine cellar room with white linens and fresh flowers on each table. The outdoor patio is another fine option for your meal.

One view of the lavish Sunday brunch buffet, and I was hoping that my appetite could match the huge selection of beautifully displayed dishes. Enjoy a mimosa or perhaps some freshly brewed iced tea as you make your choices. With plate in hand, I started with the salads. Regulars on the buffet were caesar salad, house salad and strawberry goat cheese varieties. I chose a healthy quinoa salad, a traditional Greek salad and a refreshing and original apple salad. Tortilla Espagnole, a quiche like treasure was offered in both a sausage and a vegetarian style. They were a room temperature delight. A tray of roasted vegetables shared the plate. A couple of spoonful of tilapia ceviche and guacamole and I returned to my table, to enjoy this first round of tastes. I just could not resist the fresh ceviche and actually went back for a second helping. I passed on the varied cheese trays, and the table of mini bagels, cream cheese and jams, and moved on to see what delight awaited guests in the soup tureen. Few spoonsful of pureed pumpkin soup enhanced with amaretto was rich and delicious. My eyes and appetite moved on to the numerous silver chafing dishes of hot specialties. The selection included pasta, vegetable, fish and meat dishes. I had to start being very selective. Spicy mussels in a cognac sauce was delicious. It was amazing to me that the shellfish was not overcooked, but juicy and filled with flavor even though it was served buffet style. Tilapia oreganata was mild and satisfying. Sausage and peppers was a fine classic. Meatballs shared a chafing dish with roasted potatoes and each was tasty, as well. In a Latin vein, sautéed plantains in a syrupy sauce were a pleasant accompaniment to these hot dishes. Beef with mushrooms and onions, Italian style chicken and penne chipotle primavera were offered, as well. A display of a variety of breads was a work of art.

It was time to sweeten the palate with some All American French toast. Here it was thick slices of challah stuffed with fresh blueberries and cream cheese, fried to a golden crisp and served with fresh blueberry sauce. This was surely a winner. Sweets were varied from bread pudding, rugelach, eclairs, petit fours, cookies and brownies. The bread pudding was very rich and divine but the more sensible choice for me was a selection from the fine platters of fresh fruit and berries. As I returned to my table, I noted that I had missed something. At the back of the dining room was Chef Pena and members of the kitchen staff preparing a variety of custom omelets, and fresh pancakes with fruit or chocolate chips , a favorite with the children. Pernil, Latin roast pork was sliced to order , as well, just in the event that you didn't have enough to eat.

There are choices for all at this sumptuous brunch. Home I went, donned a pair of sneakers and took a long walk to work off the calories. It was worth it.

Of course, let me remind you that lunch and dinner with its Latin and Italian specialties of meat or seafood paellas and outstanding steaks, and much more await you throughout the week.

Enjoy a leisurely Sunday brunch at Gaucho Grill, where the stylishly presented dishes are sure to please.


guachogrlGAUCHO GRILL
1 North Broadway
White Plains
437 9966

 

 

 

 

 

 

 SPICY COGNAC MUSSELS (SERVES 2 )
2 cloves garlic, minced
2 Tbsps.olive oil
2 pounds mussels, scrubbed
1 shot cognac
10 ounces tomato basil sauce{ homemade or your favorite brand}
6 ounces heavy cream
Pinch salt

In a large pot, saute the garlic in oil. Add the mussels, cognac, tomato basil sauce and cream and salt to taste. Lower the heat and simmer, covered for about 5 minutes, or until the mussel shells open. Discard any that do not open. Serve.

SHRIMP CEVICHE (SERVES 2)
½ pound cooked shrimp, cleaned and shelled
2 ounces red onion, chopped
1 Tbsp. chopped cilantro leaves
2 ounces chopped peppers, red, orange and green
3 ounces chopped mango
2 ounces fresh lemon juice
2 ounces mango puree
1 ounce fresh orange juice
2 ounces fish broth
Salt and pepper, to taste.

In a non reactive bowl place peppers, onions and mango. Add lemon juice, mango puree and orange juice. Mix well. Toss in the shrimp Add salt and pepper to taste. Let it rest for 5 minutes. Serve with cilantro on top.

JudieJudie Dweck has been writing about restaurants and food for many publications. She teaches creative cooking to children at Scarsdale elementary schools. Through the years, her articles have appeared in Jack and Jill Magazine, Spotlight, The Pleasure of Cooking and The Scarsdale Inquirer. She balances her restaurant tastings with daily ballet classes.

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