Subject: Steve Ross Orchestra returns to Birdland, May 1st.
On Apr 5, 2016, at 12:20 PM, steven ross <steveross38@----> wrote:
Well, I certainly learned a few things about YOU via the link below!
My time (brief though it was) at the Point is a very fond memory. As are your bonhomie and kindness.
Hope things are well with you.
Email: On Mar 1, 2016, at 4:04 PM, Jim Elder <jimelderbkk@----.com> wrote:
Ted, very interesting, am looking forward to reading all your future chapters.
Now that we are neighbors, welcome to Isaan, retirement and Paradise!
Sent from my iPad
Facebook: Feb 25, 2016: Leslie Dame:"Yay! You are one of the most fascinating, smart, sexy, imaginative, funny, clever, handsome men of our time. It shall be quite a read!"
Email: Sally Packard 5 Mar, 2017 at 11:02 PM
To Edward Carter
So I have read the intro and chapters 1-3! You write well and memory seems excellent! What a fun project! Even tho I have heard the stories often it was fresh and fun! Love, me.
(Sally also grew up in Chappaqua, and we shared much many years later in Lake Placid.)
March 26, 2017
Kindergarten through High School buddy, Frank (Chip) Rowsome posted the following comments on Facebook yesterday:
I thoroughly enjoyed the bio introduction and Chapter 1. I look forward to the later chapters. Quite a life indeed!
Much of Chapter 1 was evocative. Dolly Coryell taught at Pied Piper in the years we were at King Street School. I hope you got to meet her. There never was a grown-up so fun to be with as she. She was a dear friend who succeeded in achieving Peter Pan's ambition to never grow up.
4th grade… That was, I think, about the time of our venture into juvenile delinquency.
So terrific to hear from you. I'm not sure about when we moved down the hill. I had Mr. McGuire too, so I'm sure you're right. I'll make corrections. I'm trying very hard to publish Chapter 7. It's a climax to many activities and trying to pull it all together is a challenge. Another couple of weeks to go.
Doing this at this point in life gives me a daily duty and I love it. The only problem is that there are so few around to remember it with me, so I really am grateful for your letter, it's quite a wilderness from which I am writing and it's great to be inspired by your looking over my shoulder.
Later in the day, Chip continued in email:
You mentioned the Playhouse and being interested in the theater.
Bart Emmet -- I'm guessing at the spelling -- was producer-director there in the 1950's. Dolly Coryell got a summer job working in the producer’s office. She introduced Bart to me and my parents. I recall Bart saying that Alfred Lunt and Lynn Fontanne got their start there.
I tried to parlay the contact into a summer job doing lights -- initially without success. In 1956, I got to wield a flashlight directing cars into the small and crowded field between the Playhouse barn and the road. It required sardine-like close packing to get a houseful of cars into the limited space around the trees.
In 1957, I was to be the straw boss of the boys doing that. I deputized one of the boys to spell me for the Fourth of July weekend -- with Bart's permission -- so I could go up to our camp in Maine just for the long weekend. Once there, I got a message from the one cabin in the neighboring forest that had a phone, to call Bart Emmet. It turns out that the professional set designer -- who was to do the lighting -- was a no-show. He sent paintings of the sets once a week but never bothered to appear to do the lights.
So I got the lighting job for the rest of that summer. Bart regarded me as an apprentice -- which meant he didn't have to pay me, but I loved it anyhow. 10:30 AM to midnight without a day off for the rest of the summer. I never developed a better liquor tolerance than I did that summer at the cast parties.
For one of the shows, the property mistress had me rig up a small lamp off on stage right behind the black stage side curtains to enable her to see the prop collection there. Just before the stage curtain was to open for the show one night, I discovered that something was on fire on the far side of the stage over there. The light had been moved so the bulb was pressing against the heavy black curtain and flames were licking up to the wooden rafters above. That was one very combustible barn and we had a full house. I grabbed a fire extinguisher and had the fire mostly out by the time the stage manager discovered what I was doing and bawled me out for getting a little water on the set. He made me stop the extinguisher before I thought it was safe. At the end of the first act, I went back to inspect. The fire was beginning to grow again. I judged I had time so I went for the stage manager and had him fight the fire this time. I never did get a proper apology, but Bart and the stage manager developed a new appreciation for what had happened -- and nearly happened -- when they saw how the rafters had been blackened.
[I’ve put a note in Chapter One to refer readers to this "Comments Section" so they can also enjoy your adventure.]
Sol Stern <email@example.com>
21 Jun at 01:51
I do read your blogs, and travel info regularly. Of all the people I know or who I’ve met ONLY you could write about this site. I consider you a superb raconteur, enjoying all your tales. I'm unable to vouch for the authenticity of every detail and frankly, to me, it matters not. All I can say is keep it up. It is most entertaining.
Your home “in the woods” of Thailand is a gem. I wish it were round the corner, impossible of course. I haven’t traveled in years. For me, it’s exhausting to think about it, despite my rather good health as I’ve entered my NINTH decade in early June.
I do hope you're in fine fettle, and I know charming as ever.
All the best, sincerely,
17 Apr; Re: Blog "My First Time in Bangkok"
15 hours ago
Wonderful post - writing took me right along for the magical ride!
On April 16, 2018, at 7:48 PM, Justine Hardy <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
What a very long time since we were last in touch.
Too much to tell, so just this note - Jim Thompson's sister was my godmother.
Every gentle wish to you,
Frank Rowsome <frowsome3@xxx>
7 Apr at 00:20
Nancy and I went to the Walters Gallery in Baltimore the other day to see the special exhibits: Treasures of the Americas, Faberge', and Buddhist sculpture from Siam and Burma. Of course, they insisted on the modern names. The Buddhas were quite exquisite and quite distinct in style from those from India, China or Japan in a way we found quite refreshing. Nothing radiates serenity like the better examples of Buddhist art and architecture I find, though the Maine woods and lakes come close. Oddly, their Guan Yin figures were far less sublime. The museum was showing collections by Doris Duke and Alexander Griswold. I suppose that when I keep reading, I shall find out if you knew either of them. They sound interesting. I've made my way into Chapter 8 thus far, trying hard to avoid the temptation of writing commentaries.
Speaking of "slants," I have a story to tell you might find interesting. My sons were born in a hospital that had the traditional picture window letting visitors see rows upon rows of newborn infants. There were a number from each of the three principal races. Setting aside the instinct to think well of one's progeny, I had to admit that the Caucasian and Negro infants were not very attractive, but every one of the Oriental infants was beautiful. It dawned upon me that perhaps the Oriental race is a product of hundreds of years of infanticide. They selected for the beautiful babies. I have not read that the experts agree -- or disagree for that matter. It is only a guess.
From the short questions at the end of each chapter:
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The descriptions and details are extraordinary, Ted! A delight to read...
jonathan paul snow <---.com>
23 Jan at 13:45
Many thanks for the latest Chapter, Edward - FABULOUS reading as always. ...what memories you have !!!!!
From: Edward Carter <firstname.lastname@example.org>
To: frederickbooth <frederickbooth@-------.com>
Sent: Wed, Jan 17, 2018 2:36 am
Thanks for your note. The message section was truncated. If you'd like to write a comment, just reply to this, Fred, and I'll be honored to put it on the site.
Trust all is well with you,
P.S. Oops, sorry, Rick – don’t know why I called you Fred.”
Edward G.L. Carter, Ph.D.
17 Jan at 18:05
Glad you got my message (truncated or not!). Here is the original message:
I grew up in Oregon near the Umpqua River. Lots of great "swimming holes" that are off the beaten path. Not many accommodations for people traveling through. Best if you have family or friends to visit. My great-grandfather Robert Booth has a bridge over the Umpqua River (north of Roseburg) named after him. He was a prominent lumberman in Oregon. It was a nice place to grow up in the 50's and 60's.
My full name is Frederick Hoeflein Booth, Jr. My father was called Fred and I was always called Rick. (both derived from Frederick!).
I answer to almost anything you want to call me! ;-)
As you may remember I grew up in Oregon. My family settled there in 1852 having traveled by wagon train from Missouri.
My great-grandfather Robert Booth was one of 12 children of a Methodist circuit-rider. He succeeded in banking and lumber.
He commissioned a bronze equestrian statue of his father which is on the capital grounds in Salem, Oregon (see photo).
Sadly, Oregon doesn't have all that many wonderful places to lodge. Best if you have family and/or friends to stay with.
Am enjoying your travelogue. Only trouble is they become outdated so quickly, so have a very short "shelf-life".
Still fun to read of your adventures.
George N----- <george@-----.com>
17 Jan at 13:59
[Re: Today's Blog about fishing in Oregon.]
Loved this one. Going to take my son out there one day and fish. He’s 8.
Roundwood House <email@example.com> 20 Dec at 6:50 PM
Re: Your Blog about Roundwood House published 19 December 2017
That's really lovely Ted. You sum my father up very well. Actually, I might steal a few quotes for our website if you don't mind. I especially like the line "The evening was delightful and I went to bed with the comforting, distant murmurings of conversation and laughter seeping through the floorboards."
I'll forward this on to my parents now too. They'll enjoy reading it.
I hope we do get to meet you sometime. You'll be happy to know the house has changed very little since you were here. A lick of paint here and there, a few new rugs and new bathrooms but still no shortage of cracks, stained ceilings etc.!!
Telephone: +353 57 8732120
Roundwood House is a member of Hidden Ireland
14 Oct 2017 at 22:53
From: Andrew Clarke
To: Edward Carter
We had such great times!
We spent our first night at The Point on July 28, 1981.
We slept in the tool shed, the only room I've ever stayed in that was half filled by a huge safe.
The following morning, we trooped to the kitchen
to watch Charles and Diana get married on your snowy black and white TV.
Our last time at The Point was the morning when Jimmy headed off to Parsons.
In between, it was always a party!
The place was nifty, but the sense of occasion was what made it special.
I didn't realize we had all that fun in only 6 years.
On Sunday, 1 October 2017, 03:55:16 GMT+7, Sally Packard wrote:
Re: Chapter Sixteen
Wow! You really got it all in! Did you really do all that! In ten years! Oh to have the energy of 40 something again! Thanks for the thanks, it was my joy to be a small part of it all! Fun to relive all that ....the good the bad and the sad. Miss you lots! Thanks for the memories! Me
On Sep 29, 2017, at 11:00 PM, James Myhre wrote:
Re: Chapter Sixteen
Your memory is quite amazing. I don't know how you do it. Many more years to cover, but you seem to be well on your way.
On Sep 29, 2017, at
From: Simon Perkins
To: Edward Carter
Re: New Blog today on U.K. Country House Hotels - Manors with Manners!
14 August at 10:47 AM
I liked this blog Ted, thanks for posting.
Bodysgallen Hall is one of our favourites, great place and excellent food, I agree it lacks the personality of a family run place, but the rest makes up for it. We like to explore the area of North Wales from there as well, there are some great National Trust properties to visit in the area. The views from the Hall down to Conwy Castle are pretty special too, with Snowdonia in the background. We've been lucky with the weather when we visit, although I guess it could be pretty dreary in the rain which is the most common weather situation in that part of the world.
The pub you visited in Knightwick is run by my Aunt, Jean Clift and her daughters, Mum's sister. Jean is still going strong at 92 years of age, outliving my mother by a wide margin. It's a great pub for food, and I don't know if you realised that they brew all their own beer as well? I grew up in the next village, Alfrick, Dad was born and brought up in Knightwick. There are a few more great little pubs in that area, but a bit more difficult to find.
We haven't been to the other 'manors' you reviewed, so will be putting those on our list for the next trip to the UK.
Very sad ending to this blog with Bruce's passing.
cwoodkelly, Jul 25
Re: Chapter Sixteen
My don't we all look just much younger. Lovely to see Jackson. I think that couple next to me, she was with Chicago Tribune-food section, if I remember correctly. Quite nice.
From: James Myhre
To: Edward Carter
Re: Chapter Eight is live and... lively!
May 31, 2017 at 8:04 PM
I've caught up through Chapter 8. Thank you. It's a really fun read.
You have led a charmed life, you know.
Betsy Jacobs <firstname.lastname@example.org>
13 May at 7:15 PM
Love, love your blogs. You have a fascinating life Ted!
5 May at 6:29 PM
As I was visualizing you writing away in the heat the names of Faulkner, Capote, T. Williams and Thomas Wolfe came to mind and these are names of authors who grew up in hot climes. Have you ever tried fiction? You write very well (good?). Excellently if it is a word. Fiction is based on fact so you could take episodes in your life and twist the story to cause interest. I would suggest leaving out IOS and the heavy gay stuff, but there are variations on the real thing you could adapt. Sit down and make a list of ten events/scenarios you have been involved in and choose the one you like best to start. That takes a day. Then you could finish the novel in 90 days as your imagination runs rampant. The book could be self-published using a company like Dog Eared Publishing in Indianapolis. May I get your thoughts going with "Murder on the Mekong". Then change the river name to Mississippi and the names to Dawg, Homer, Posey and Slim and you have a best seller. Or leave it as is: Exotica sells these days. And the author's name EGL Carter sounds just like a famous nom de plume so keep it. Book signings might be a bit tough, but you can scan an original these days.
7 May at 9:29 PM
7 May at 10:13 PM
I'm very much enjoying reading your blog memoirs... that you've had an awesome professional life is doing the word ‘awesome’ injustice...it is INCREDIBLY WONDERFUL AND INSPIRING😃😃😃
8 May at 1:43 PM
Greetings from Bangkok!
Got a kick out of this excerpt from a book I'm currently reading:
"Wolfgang Puck had both Asia and California with Germany in his
restaurant’s Chinois chicken salad and apple-cranberry relish on foie
gras. Obviously we were all over the map. The country was inundated by
famous chefs cooking in what seemed to the press like a dizzying
spectrum of individual styles that were not easily legible as a single
style, so they called it “New American Cuisine.”
Edward Carter’s magazine of the best restaurants around the world said the Stars food
“epitomizes what is now known as ‘California Cuisine’ by its freshness
of ingredients, cleanness of taste, utter simplicity of flavor and
texture that can’t be faked and are unpretentious.” I thought it was New
American, but his analysis is not a bad beginning to define California
cooking not fallen off its tracks."
Tower, Jeremiah. Start the Fire: How I Began A Food Revolution In
America (Kindle Locations 5823-5830). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.
.....thought it MUST be you.......
Hope all is well!
April 16, 2017, Easter Sunday
From school classmate, Jim Warburton, now living in Spain:
I have just finished reading the first three chapters of your memoirs. What a treat! Even the chapter on the military brings back memories. (I was a Lt. in Miami, in the ASA, part of NSA, for two years following the Cuban Missile Crisis.)
Some special memories your writing inspires:
1) My aunt and uncle (Clifford and Mary Sutcliffe) moved to 41 Morton Street in the Village in 1931. They shared the house with Jimmy Roosevelt. They had the bottom floor and garden; Jimmy Roosevelt had the two upper floors. I often met him when I went to visit.....
2) I went to Camp Norway from 1950 until 1959. Great memories! Some time I will have to write you about John Keefe, the son of the director of Camp Norway, a wonderfully flamboyant man. And finally,
3) During my many years at Emory University I had many students from the Ransom School. They were all unusual and memorable.
That´s it for now. Again, I have really enjoyed reading your book. Please keep it up!
My best from Spain.....and Happy Easter! Jim
April 15, 2017
SCCA Racing and Lyme Rock, Connecticut
Ted Carter’s mention of SCCA* racing and Lyme Rock in Chapter One of his “book, in which this blog resides,” brought back many memories for me.
On a weekend between 1947 and 1949 – while Teddy Carter (as he was then known) and I were classmates at the King Street School in Chappaqua, New York – my father took me to a road race at Bridgehampton, far out on Long Island. The first race was almost exclusively MG TCs. The next was dominated by Jaguars, probably XK-120’s or their precursor. The last was for open-wheel race cars. Their bodies looked like narrow shoes. My childhood memory has them of intermediate size between what I would come to know as midget cars and Indy cars. I thought being a road racer was the next best thing to being a fighter pilot.
In 1954, “Gentleman Jim” Kimberly and SCCA Racing – image of his custom car transporter invited my father to be his guest with his pit crew at an SCCA race in Massachusetts, and I tagged along. Kimberly inherited a controlling interest in Kimberly Clark Papers, which owned Kleenex, Kotex, and a number of other paper-related companies. That gave rise to his second nick name: the Kotex King.
Kimberly had the largest and most elegantly equipped mobile home I have ever seen – mentioned in Carter’s text -- together with a tractor trailer truck that housed a machine shop and his 4.5 L Ferrari bored out to 4.9 (against the recommendation of the Ferrari engineers). His crew included three or four machinist/mechanics and two or three chorus girls, whose duties – among other things – were to time his laps and those of his principal rivals. One, in particular, was driving a Maserati, and Jim wanted more than anything to beat him. I’ve forgotten the rival’s name. Gentleman Jim’s car held together and he took second, but his rival’s Trident took the checkered flag. I really wanted to be out there driving myself.
In 1957, my father was invited to an open house at Lyme Rock hosted by an association of British auto importers for the automotive press. The invitation served as a driver’s license for the track. With it, my father could take many of the cars there out for two laps around the track. We did several pairs of circuits with me in the passenger seat in MGAs, Austin-Healeys, and TR-3s. There was a Rolls limo there, too, but we were taken around the track with a chauffeur driving at a suitably refined pace, staying well clear of the cowboying reporters in more sporty mounts. We could well have been in a Grey Poupon ad. There was a C – Jag [probably was Gordon Mackenzie’s], a Lotus [probably belonged to Walter Cronkite and the Madison Avenue Chowder and Racing Society] and some other intriguing cars on display, but sadly we were not allowed to take them out.
1n 1958 my father got another, nearly identical invitation. Wonderfully, he still had his invitation from the prior year and the date was in the fine print. My father and I shared the same name, he a Junior and I a Third, so I hoped I could impersonate him with his year-old license. So it proved. I had a ball taking out the MGs, Austin-Healeys and TR-3s. I particularly liked a TR-3 with a toggle switch overdrive, which proved quite handy in the sweepers. The flag men let me get to the edge of drift in the corners without becoming too disapproving. It was a delight.
* Sports Car Club of America
Thank you so much, Chip. I wonder why we never went to Lime Rock together; I was there almost every weekend after our graduation.
[…] My comments, Edward Carter.
Finally, I have added an example of the type of car “Gentleman Jim” owned. While not the car mentioned by Chip, above, it’s a beauty.
1953 Ferrari 375 MM Spider
Pebble Beach, U.S.
Auctioned by RM Auctions
This car was commissioned, owned, and raced new by legendary driver, James "Gentleman Jim" Kimberly, the grandson of one of four founders of the Kimberly-Clark Corporation, which produced Kleenex and a variety of other paper products. It then proceeded to win all but one of the races in the 1954 SCCA National Championship.
It is one of only twelve 375MM Spiders, the only 375MM Spider with unique pontoon-fenders, and liveried in unique "Kimberly Red."