Publishing legend Betty Ballantine dies in Bearsville at 99
Betty Ballantine, editorial half of the husband/wife team who pioneered the American paperback, died — as she’d wished she might — in her home on Ballantine Hill in Bearsville.
Betty Ballantine, editorial half of the husband/wife team who pioneered the American paperback, died — as she’d wished she might — in her home on Ballantine Hill in Bearsville.
Jay Wenk passed away quietly at home on May 29, 2018, surrounded by his family, listening to Mozart. In his quest to die as he lived, on his own terms, he wrote his own obituary, which is presented here.
On May 11, Peter M. Mayer, international publishing legend, founder of The Overlook Press, and Woodstocker of more than 50 years, succumbed to amyloidosis at the age of 82.
With the death of Dean Schambach October 25 Woodstock lost its Cyrano de Bergerac, its Don Quixote — a man of talents and ambitions so vast their full achievement became ‘The Impossible Dream.’
The Kingston business and fitness communities were saddened this week by the death of MAC Fitness owner and founder Lyle Schuler.
Lenny Kislin — beloved Woodstocker whose puppy dog eyes launched a million smiles — finally proved that personal prophecy of doom which couldn’t lose, though in proving it we lost him…at 4 a.m. Tuesday September 12 to kidney failure. He was 71 years old.
In the past decade, Nelson, deacon of Woodstock’s Church of the Holy Transfiguration of Christ-on-the-Mount, was a familiar figure in Woodstock, striding down the street or riding on his motor scooter in his full-length black cassock and cap. He was passionately engaged in many social issues, from Native American rights to peace activism to railroad preservation.
On July 26 long-time Woodstock activist, father, and friend, Marc Jargow died after stoic struggle against terminal illness. He was 68 years old.
David M. “Scout” Thornton, 70, of Main St. died suddenly Saturday, April 1 at the Kingston Hospital with the family at his side.
The music I write…I don’t feel I write it, it flows through me, things that grow within me. It doesn’t