Morton is one of my fondest memories of GRHS. He was such a good friend and fellow rabble -rouser - he and I got into a lot of trouble together running the Glen Echo and picketing the RR station when we fought "Operation Abolition" and tried to show "Operation Correction" (I like to think of it as "good" trouble). One time he and I went to a meeting of the Junior John Birch Society (a forerunner of the Tea Party) in Ridgewood just to stir the pot - and, no joke, one guy (not much older than we), was wearing a black suit, a bowler hat and sporting a rolled-up umbrella.
Senior year Christmas, Mort organized a trip to the UN for some of us in the Model UN - he was the USSR (remember that?) and I was France. We all managed to get into the Delegates Lounge so we could seek out our counterparts (today we would be arrested, then they were just amused). We then went to the Soviet Mission where Mort had organized an interview with the staff (probably the PR people). We were all a little scared - they herded us into a room and left us alone for a while so we could check for "bugs" and then sent in some "interviewees" who looked straight out of central casting - Natasha with a bun, Boris with a scar on his cheek. We asked our questions, they loaded us up with proaganda, and on the way out one of the NYC patrol cops said, jokingly, "you better count heads." We did and we were missing one person. Can't remember who but there was a total freak-out. After we recovered our lost soul, we went to see Santa Claus at Lord & Taylor, to Horn & Hardart to stick nickels in the windows, for ice cream and then PA for the bus home (hiding our propaganda - remember this was serious cold war time). What a great day!
I tried to find Mort for years. Heard he was living on Ocracoke Island (but never left the island) and when I visited there a few years ago checked in with a few services to see if I could locate him. Sadly I was not successful - and now there are no more chances....
I will always remember him with great affection and thankfulness. I learned so much from him on so many levels. And I think of him every time I rabble-rouse or stir the pot,.
Beth Adams (Adams-Smith)
Morton is one of my fondest memories of GRHS. He was such a good friend and fellow rabble -rouser - he and I got into a lot of trouble together running the Glen Echo and picketing the RR station when we fought "Operation Abolition" and tried to show "Operation Correction" (I like to think of it as "good" trouble). One time he and I went to a meeting of the Junior John Birch Society (a forerunner of the Tea Party) in Ridgewood just to stir the pot - and, no joke, one guy (not much older than we), was wearing a black suit, a bowler hat and sporting a rolled-up umbrella.
Senior year Christmas, Mort organized a trip to the UN for some of us in the Model UN - he was the USSR (remember that?) and I was France. We all managed to get into the Delegates Lounge so we could seek out our counterparts (today we would be arrested, then they were just amused). We then went to the Soviet Mission where Mort had organized an interview with the staff (probably the PR people). We were all a little scared - they herded us into a room and left us alone for a while so we could check for "bugs" and then sent in some "interviewees" who looked straight out of central casting - Natasha with a bun, Boris with a scar on his cheek. We asked our questions, they loaded us up with proaganda, and on the way out one of the NYC patrol cops said, jokingly, "you better count heads." We did and we were missing one person. Can't remember who but there was a total freak-out. After we recovered our lost soul, we went to see Santa Claus at Lord & Taylor, to Horn & Hardart to stick nickels in the windows, for ice cream and then PA for the bus home (hiding our propaganda - remember this was serious cold war time). What a great day!
I tried to find Mort for years. Heard he was living on Ocracoke Island (but never left the island) and when I visited there a few years ago checked in with a few services to see if I could locate him. Sadly I was not successful - and now there are no more chances....
I will always remember him with great affection and thankfulness. I learned so much from him on so many levels. And I think of him every time I rabble-rouse or stir the pot,.