In Memory

Peter Simon

Peter Simon



 
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07/14/10 08:34 PM #1    

Tom Winfield

Peter died in a motor scooter accident in the summer of 1962.  He was one of the most gifted of our classmates and my friend.  He is missed. 


09/24/10 09:48 PM #2    

Jill Carlton

Peter Simon died 48 years ago, after finishing his sophomore year at Wesleyan in Middletown Connecticut.  .
Peter was intelligent, handsome, kind, gentle, generous and a good friend. 
I have disparate memories of Peter, images really, of the intersections of our lives.   Mostly, I remember our foursome - Tom Winfield and Ellen Ryerson (Gluck), Peter, and me - of the time we vacationed at my family’s ‘camp’ on Martha’s Vineyard.   Peter on the high school swim team - butterfly stroke, I think.  Peter in the white sports car his father bought him. I have a picture of that.
Peter at home with his parents -  Fred and Mary, his sister Renee and brother Jimmy, and their dachshund.  I don’t remember her name. Peter’s parents had left Nazi Germany for England, because the Nuremberg laws prevented his Jewish father and his Christian mother from marrying. Peter’s father, a former judge, built a new life in the U.S. and became a successful businessman.  One summer, Peter and I worked for his father’s company in Brooklyn.  We drove to work together every day.
I remember the summer of 1961 in Paris, when Peter and I went to Place Pigalle because I had never seen a prostitute and wanted to know what one looked like.   Peter spent that summer in Germany; Ellen and I were in Italy. But we met up again for the trip home and then got stuck in Shannon Airport for 3 days when one of the three planes of President Airlines crashed on takeoff.  We were on another of their planes and had been talking to the passengers before they boarded the flight and all died.

I remember when my mother called me at Cornell and told me Peter had died.  He had gone to Martha’s Vineyard, rented a motor scooter, and died instantly, when the scooter skidded on the sand on Old County Road.
Years later I taught at Wesleyan and I always thought of him.  Now I vacation on Martha’s Vineyard and always think of him on Old County Road, and wonder where, exactly, he died.
 


09/25/10 11:50 AM #3    

Ellen Gluck (Ryerson)

Much too late, I join Jill and Tom in remembering Peter.  What fun he was to be with, both while he was Jill's main squeeze and afterwards, for example in Paris on the trip Jill writes about.  He was warm and affectionate.  Jill and Tom and I loved being in his home, with his charming slightly exotic European parents, their music, and -- most of all -- their lovely son, Peter.


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