Shared Stories

Hello all, I was a colleague of Ken's at Queensborough Community College where he taught from 2000-2017. I was saddened to hear of his passing. I used to drive him back to Manhattan when our teaching schedules crossed and I always enjoyed our conversations. Sending my condolences to his family and f

I’m Mike Martyr, Ken’s Nephew-in Law, I’m married to his Neice, Kerry. Ken and I didn’t have much in common but he always made an effort to make me feel like part of his family. I really appreciated that. This afternoon I was remembering grilling tri-tip during the week of Matt and Kirsten’s weddi

Ken and I went to grad school together at NYUin the eighties. I have fondest memories of our time together as students. I was always pleasantly surprised when he would strike up a conversation in excellent Spanish. (I'm from Spain, so this was very much appreciated). Though I moved back to Spain, I

Mom and I enjoyed the after party so much. it triggered so many memories of the early Golden years, especially all the crazy birthday parties! We probably saw you there Mary. We Forbes all found it impossible to identify which twin was which in those days. So I loved Florence’s story about the chipp

Ken liked to travel, to move. In my favorite photo of him he is on the move. He would always write me a postcard from his travels, well maybe not always, but mostly. Always is a difficult thing to manage. Two of the images he chose, and I know he chose carefully, as we would talk about how he select

Ken and I have been friends since undergrad art school, at SVA. He was a year ahead of me, but we met through a photo professor and became fast friends. We shared many dinners and drinks and a few car trips to the Bronx (can't remember why now) eating Doritos and chit chatting about life, a late-nig

In 2008 I turned 60 (still turning!) and threw myself a party at a local pub. In this photo party guests are enjoying themselves...and their drinks! From left to right: Willyum Rowe, Ken, and Janet Henry.

Ken and I were invited by our mutual friend, Frank Moore, to spend the Christmas holiday at Frank's upstate country house in Deposit, New York. This photo is of Ken by the fireplace in the living room where, as I recall, we were playing parlor games.

My name is Veron Trotman. I was one of Ken’s nurses. It was a pleasure working with Ken.He was kind, humble and had a great sense of humor. What I remember most about Ken are those laughing episodes he used to have. Example- Ken was watching TV one night during the presidential election campaign.Th

This is another card from Linda Covello, Linda makes beautiful cards that she adds glitter to. The glitter doesn’t photograph as well, so I am sorry to say I cannot share the sparkle with your. Maybe that’s an appropriate loss.

TO MY GRACIOUS DEAR FRIEND KENNETH. I met you through our mutual friend Richard, it was instant friend love. When I was in New York we would meet most Saturday nights to go to dinner or dancing but only after the TV show, The Golden Girls. It was a must on your TV viewing list. That mean

In Sept 1978 Ken was 24 yrs old and joined me on a trip to Europe, the first for both. I was relocating to Frankfurt for a job, bringing my used Volvo and Ken wanted to keep me company. He was an easy-going traveler, sometimes complaining of my fast driving, but appreciating the sights. We played S

Lucy wrote this for Pat Hood (Golden) for Ken's Memorial, he called her "The one who made us great": Over days, years and months, A life built slowly, then all at once. To live and love, so full of light To never cave or give up a fight. The story he wrote for all of us, A tale of bravery, joy and

When the twins were young, I never could tell who was Kenny and who was Ken. But they were both so welcoming to me as they were growing up on 105 Holly Avenue in Hempstead. I was very fortunate to be included often, and felt like another sibling! The more the merrier! Very happy I got to see Ken aga

What a wonderful and perfect farewell party. Pat and I are honored to have been part of it. It’s not completely a farewell as we all know because Kenneth will be with all of you in memories and stories. Pat and I didn’t know him too well. We have been close with Kevin and Bill for years but we hav

Just a quick thank you for the wonderful After Party on Zoom. I wanted to say something at the very end but I thought I'd just write it. Thank you to John, Pat, Florence, Kevin and Bill for doing such an amazing job to keep Kenny safe and happy and busy during the last difficult year or two. You

As an identical twin, he and Kevin were often referred to as the “twins,” without separate names. But I helped Ken achieve his own identity years ago. We were swimming in our family pool. Ken was on my back when I came up fast from underwater. Ken hit his front teeth on the edge of the pool, chippin

I have many party- and wild-night-memories of Kenny, but the one that keeps coming to mind is seeing a photo, years and years ago, at his parents' house in Long Island, of his mother, May Golden. The picture was taken just as she returned from the hospital with her newborn twins. She is holding Ke

When I first saw this piece I was stunned. In so many ways it beautifully reflected Ken's and my own shared image making subjects. Then he points out the title: "Carlos, they are looking at us," I was speechless. Then, to outdo himself, he gave me a print, one of only six!

In 2012 Ken curated a terrific exhibition called Etiquette at the Westbeth Gallery in New York City where he featured his series by the same name. The exhibition ran from June through July to coincide with NYC's annual Gay Pride celebrations. I was delighted to be included in the exhibition and reme

For Ken, The self-portrait that you gave Alex when he was born is still with me. It hung always in Alex’s bedroom, a charming image of reflection and inner motivation. Now it hangs in my study/workroom in Germany but will someday return to Alex. Curiously, it hangs beside a 1960s Walt Disney print

Ken and I met while we were in college. We were both part of a summer program financed by the City of New York that provided creative jobs for art students during July and August. I was working on a mural in Chinatown and Ken was working on one in Hell's Kitchen. There was a Lower East Side loft tha

I was going through some photos for a magazine article in the UK and came across this one with a radiant Ken in better days at a Postcards from the Edge opening in 2013 I believe.

Kevin was one of the most brilliant, kind and compassionate people I’ve ever met. He helped me with getting a young artist from Laredo Tx who’d come to NY (by bus)to find His way in NYC and get into grad school. Ken adopted two beautiful Cats Frank and May who I had rescued from a bad situation and

In the late 1990s our family rented a ski cabin at Mt.Snow as Pat and her kids were visiting for Christmas. It was fun teaching the non-skiers, and Ken dared the intermediate slopes. He and I were driving back Christmas Day to the Pavalows, and I decided to teach him to drive, to lose my role as Ken