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 wedding

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.