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RONALD EMERY Obituary

Well-known music and arts reviewer, educator, TV personality, and theater director, Ronald Emery, formerly of Nelson Ave. in Saratoga Springs, died June 28, 2011, at the Eastern Star Nursing Home in Oriskany, NY, after a long illness. He was 77 and had been a resident of the Eastern Star Home for several years. A native of Saratoga Springs, Emery was the son of Dwight and Elsa (Brown) Emery. An outstanding student, Emery was valedictorian of the class of 1952 and American Field Service scholar to France in 1951. He was a 1956 graduate of Williams College in Williamstown, Massachusetts, majoring in music with a minor in English. A long career in education began in 1956 when Emery traveled to Istanbul, Turkey, to serve as an instructor in English at Robert College. Established in 1863, Robert College was the first American college outside the United States and is now known as Bogazii University. While in Istanbul, Emery also began a long career in the arts when he became director and president of the Hisar Players, a mainly English language theater group composed of members of Istanbul's large foreign community. Emery became a well-known figure in Istanbul's expatriate community, which included many writers at the time, including James Baldwin, who Emery came to know. Emery became fluent and certified in Turkish and once directed a production of Hamlet in Turkish. In 1959, Emery returned to the United States to become chairman of the English Department and director of drama for the Darrow School, a private prep school in New Lebanon, NY. Located on the site of one of the former New Lebanon Shaker Villages, Emery became the Darrow School's unofficial Shaker historian, having gotten to know some of the Shakers who turned the village over to the school. He also co-directed a Shaker Studies program with Elmira College. While at Darrow, Emery directed several theater productions a year and also founded an adjunct dance program. In 1977, Emery left the Darrow School and traveled to Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, where he worked for the Lockheed Aircraft Corporation as supervisor and instructor in English language for Royal Saudi Air Force officers being trained as fighter pilots. Since only princes who were members of the large Saudi royal family were allowed to become fighter pilots, Emery got to know members of the Saudi royal family, and often was a guest at various royal palaces and events. While in Jeddah, he continued his interest in theater by becoming director of the Jeddah Players and the Saudi Equity Theatre, which put on productions in English, mainly for the foreign community, and contributed an arts column to the Arab News Newspaper. After two years he returned to the United States where he became director of the Little Theater and assistant professor of English at Hobart and William Smith Colleges in Geneva, NY. In 1983, Emery returned to Saratoga Springs after the death of his father, and became music, opera, ballet, theater and arts reviewer and feature writer for the Saratogian newspaper, covering the Saratoga Performing Arts Center and its resident companies, and a large number of other area performing arts groups, like the Lake George Opera and the Luzerne Music Festival. This began a long association with the area's newspapers and the area's arts community. Emery subsequently moved to the Daily Gazette in Schenectady, and then to the Albany Times Union. He also wrote reviews for the Troy Record and the Berkshire Eagle. Due to the authoritative and highly knowledgeable quality of his reviews, Emery quickly acquired the reputation as the region's leading arts reviewer. In 1987, Our Town Television in Saratoga Springs created a television program, About The Arts, starring Emery as he interviewed and featured local and visiting artists and arts groups. The first program, which ran on June 17, 1987, featured opera singer Beverly Sills, director of the New York City Opera. Sills was the first of many prestigious guests Emery featured on his program. Actress Michael Learned and jazz legend, Dave Brubeck, also appeared during the program's first season. About the Arts ran for several years on Sunday mornings on WNYT-TV 13. Emery was also a trustee of the Saratoga County Arts Council, one of the Founding Trustees of Home Made Theater, and a Founding Trustee of the Heidi Knecht Dance Company, and was also a member of the Board of Directors of the Saratoga Arts Council. In addition to his parents, Emery was predeceased by an aunt and uncle. He is survived by his many friends, classmates, and students. At his request, there will be no calling hours or funeral. A graveside ceremony will take place Friday, July 8 at 11 a.m. at Greenridge Cemetery, 17 Greenridge Place, Saratoga Springs, NY 12866, with Carol Shneider officiating. Many thanks go to the staff of the Eastern Star Nursing Home for their fond care of both Ronald and his mother, Elsa Emery, who also found a final residence at the Eastern Star Nursing Home. Expressions of sympathy may take the form of a donation, in loving memory of Emery, to Saratoga County Arts Council, 320 Broadway, Saratoga, NY 12866, or to Homemade Theatre, P.O. Box 1182 Saratoga Springs, NY 12866. Condolences may be mailed to Maynard D. Baker Funeral Home, 11 Lafayette St., Queensbury, NY 12804, or e-mailed through www.bakerfuneralhome.com

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Published by The Daily Gazette Co. on Jul. 5, 2011.

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Curtis Sears

July 30, 2011

many evenings were spent with Ron as he taught us his 'Winnie the Pooh Get to the Drum' song. He was always open for us and was an interesting teacher with many life stories to share. He will always be remembered for his love of Darrow. I was very saddened to learn of his passing.

Peter Raff

July 23, 2011

Mr. Emery was my favorite English teacher at Darrow School in 1971. He also supervised several plays that I had parts in. He really was enthusiastic about literature and had a great sense of humor. I am very fortunate to have known him. God Bless

From Ron's Memorial Service

Laurel Trahan

July 11, 2011

Edward Maloney

July 9, 2011

Five Snapshots of the Personal Ron Emery (Ronald Dwight Emery)

We all know the Ron Emery of Darrow, Master of Ann Lee Cottage and Hinckley House, holding forth in the classroom making the execution of Mary Queen of Scots in crimson underdress come alive, directing student theatrical productions at a fever pitch to a professional level, having a powerful and identifiable baritone voice in chapel (which rose to a piercing tenor when he was angry), playing a piano duet with Lester Henderson, filling in on the organ for vespers, or blasting Copeland’s orchestration of “A gift to be simple” into the Shaker countryside from open windows. His full, fleshy body and his slight limp stood him out from the surrounding sportsmen (read “jocks”) and country folk, but his sensitive intelligence, suave manner, worldliness and emotionality made him a strong and beloved figure of the Darrow community, a member of the younger “old guard,” and a welcome counterpoint to the purely business of education sometimes practiced by the school administration of the time. I had the great good fortune to see much more of Ron than most and offer here five snapshots of the personal Ron to illustrate what most could probably only imagine.

1965, Albany. One Fall day after an afternoon of sports I returned to my room in Wickersham to find a note on my desk: “Would you like to go to dinner tomorrow night? Let me know. Wear a jacket and tie. Ron Emery.” I was not a senior, so I knew this was an unusual honor, but little did I know the next day we’d be speeding all the way to Albany (for dinner!), park just off State Street to walk a dark warren of alleys --truly out of Dickens, with real red lights and suggestive women in doorways and windows! We turned a corner to confront a queue of ladies and gentlemen in evening clothes at an open door for the restaurant Keelers. I turned to go to the end, but Ron tugged my arm as the maitre d’ exclaimed “Good evening Mr. Emery, your table is waiting.” I was so glad I had worn my best dark suit.

We sat for hours and my authoritarian English teacher was suddenly like an affectionate and favorite Uncle just back from the Grand Tour. I heard of his early life in Saratoga, and his scholarship time at the French chateau which changed, or at last charged his conception of the world. His years at Robert’s College in Turkey were more exotic with a confession that he had secretly bought property on the Bosporus (illegal for foreigners). In the meantime, I had my first memorable Sancerre with frogs legs, which he taught me how to eat --with all the usual stories about finger bowls (and their misuse). Afterwards, we had a great red burgundy, I think a Nuit St. Georges, and I had my first chateaubriand. I am ashamed to say I didn't notice what Ron ate. He taught me some Turkish words and produced a marvelous gold Turkish puzzle ring which needed a lot of instructions to assemble, all mastered over dinner. I have it still and think somehow it started me assembling my large collection of ancient rings and intaglios.

By dessert time we were the last table in the restaurant, a habit I seem to have picked up. I was not given a choice of dessert, simply told we had “to have the house best: raspberry tarts.” When the waiter arrived, he apologized that only one tart was left and began to serve it to me. Ron, flustered, reached to the waiter’s tray and plopped the raspberry tart on his own plate. I was told I could have anything else, but he had to have that raspberry tart. As the waiter turned to get me a mille feuilles, something I knew only in its coarser form as a Napoleon, he mumbled something. Ron’s ears pricked up. “Did you hear him? Did you hear what he said?” I only responded that I didn’t think he was happy with us because the restaurant was all closed but for us.
“ Yes, that’s OK, but I think he cursed at us --he cursed at us in Turkish!”

When the waiter returned, Ron addressed him directly in Turkish, and I have rarely seen anyone so mortified. He had indeed cursed at us in Turkish! But Ron instantly turned his terror to homeland nostalgia and pride. The poor, tired fellow said he couldn’t join us for coffee, but thanked Ron profusely for speaking his tongue with such joy. Ron did pass me one raspberry so I did not miss “the house best,” but we rode home high on the serendipitous Turkish connection.

1976, Washington, D.C. Eleven years later I was able to reciprocate properly. In celebration of the American Bi-centennial the Bolshoi Opera made the largest opera tour in history, bringing by air and ship six of their grandest productions to Washington, D.C. As an arts editor, I had tickets every night, so I rang Ron up, and he promptly flew to Washington for a few days. He came along on some restaurant review expeditions, my favorite perk, but nothing pleased him more that the stupendous signature production of Boris Godunov, and now so many years later, I too appreciate it more, being so much more splendid than almost anything seen on the Met stage in recent decades.

Luckily, just that week an old artist friend of mine, the daughter-in-law of the last Imperial Russian Ambassador representing the Czar at the Persian Court, was having a private show of her work at the British Embassy. Again, Ron was in his perfect milieu and charmed every dignitary in the ambassador’s private ballroom. I was known as the “friend of Ron Emery” for a long time thereafter.

1980’s, New York City One wouldn’t hear from Ron for months, sometimes for years. Once we had a great argument, probably over something very silly, and Ron announced “I don’t think I want to talk to you for five years.” Three years later he wrote a greeting as if nothing had ever happened and we had been speaking every week! By the early 80’s I had returned to Manhattan, and one day he phoned and asked to visit as he had to go to a wedding in the city. When he arrived, he announced that he had no decent clothes that fit him and nothing whatsoever to wear to the wedding (which, if I remember correctly, was the wedding of another former Darrow teacher, George Khouri).

Ron had neither the patience nor the budget for Brooks or Saks, or the outrageous Madison Avenue designer boutiques, so I spent a full day taking him to the posh Upper East Side thrift shops. At the end of the day and a second day of panic work by my tailor, Ron had three fabulous suits and a silk sports coat which he said were the finest duds he ever owned, and he looked splendid, rather like the Prince of Monaco. In celebration and thanks he introduced me and my partner to La Grenouille for a celebrity lunch, and sitting in the lushly floral bedecked room with Barbara Walters and Kitty Carlisle Hart, we had a chilled madrilene soup, an oeuf-en-gelee, and more raspberries accompanied by a Chablis that seemed as good as any champagne!

I can’t imagine Ron, except for his good manners, not giving the bride and groom competition as center of attention at the next day’s wedding. And I didn’t realize then that all that thrift shopping would lead me a few years later to open the first charitable thrift shop benefiting AIDS organizations (OutOfTheCloset.us) which was quickly proclaimed and praised as the best thrift shop in New York for fifteen years and benefitted some seventy different AIDS organizations. Typically, when that happened, Ron called and asked if we could use some vinyl records. I remember distinctly answering that that would be wonderful but cautioning “not too many,” only to have a flatbed truck arrive with 47 cartons of what must have been Ron’s entire music review library.

1989, Saratoga Ron invited us up to see “the best” of Saratoga and to celebrate my 40th birthday. It was this visit that was most personal to see Ron at his home in a place completely American and not too complicated or exotic. Over the years I had met many of his girlfriends and boyfriends. Ron had great appetites and certainly could be considered ahead of his time or conversely a reinvention of Renaissance times, but this visit I finally got to meet his beloved mother, Elsa, whom I had spoken with so very many times over the phone. She said knew me so well that we were old friends and that I was a member of the family already!

Saratoga seemed perfect for Ron, touches of great extravagance and elegance, brushes with the Vanderbilts and Whitneys, playground of the wealthy --but also earthy, common sensical and close to that New England sense of art, life and work all combined and enriching each other. He had the Saratoga spa, the Museum, the ballet came in the summer, and August brought the horse races and the funny added income Ron’s family had always enjoyed by allowing the cars from the race track across the street to park in their yard. He whisked us from gourmet brunches, picnics to dinners in all his favorite haunts where everyone knew him as a hometown boy. Ron happily puttered around the neighborhood of his childhood having sampled the world. Seeing the grown children of his friends, sometimes he did a double take because they so reminded him of his youth with their parents a generation earlier. Ron seemed ageless.

2003 Istanbul It never came to pass that we took the promised trip to Turkey together. By the time we went he had sold his Bosporus property, but I was able to incorporate the still remembered Turkish words learned a lifetime before at Keelers in Albany. And by a total fluke, as if Ron had cast some spell on the trip, our five weeks there were blessed with chaperoning by the head Turkish tour guide who had just left off as chief translator for the US Nato generals, so we needed only mention Ron’s suggestions to be delivered to his old haunts: the magnificent, unbelievably beautiful mosques, the Dolmabahce palace that helped bankrupt an empire (where, thanks to Ron’s descriptions I got to correct the guide), the sensuous and erotic hamams, the place he had a private dinner with Patriarch Athenagoras, the head of the Eastern Orthodox Church, the ruins where Anthony and Cleopatra honeymooned and the town Alexander, the Great, spent time in. We ate what Ron said to eat, we took the boat rides he described. We learned why an upstate New York boy loved this exotic country so much, and we missed only his riverbanks of red Judas trees that were not in season.

Most remarkable of all, we actually met someone, a very important someone who had been a conservator of the mosaics of Hagia Sofia, who had also attended those unbelievable “cocktail parties” Ron described (which today would probably spark an international incident) that occurred on the dome of Justinian’s 6th century cathedral, the greatest church in the world for centuries, turned mosque, and now a museum. Amazingly, this gentleman remembered meeting there many years ago a handsome and gregarious teacher from Robert’s College. Ron Emery will always be there, and for me, anywhere among the lush, the extravagant and the marvelous things in life.

Edward J. Maloney, Darrow ’67 (215 East 80th Street, New York, New York 10075 212-288-4351 [email protected])

Scott Milnor

July 8, 2011

I was saddened to hear about Ron Emery. He was a compassionate, warm, and kind soul. 2 particular memories come to mind. I remember his booming laugh emanating from the top of the theater steps when listening to one of his actors . That laugh resonated so loudly that I remember thinking, man if he's not careful, he may roll right down those steps..... My other memory had to do with an English class I took with him. Our assignment was to write a poem. When he handed back our poems, he came by my desk with a merry twinkle in his eye and handed me my poem saying, " Scott, there just aren't enough rhyming words in the English language for you, are there." No Ron, there aren't !

Jeff Davis

July 8, 2011

Ron is is probably more responsible for my having such a wonderful career in professional theatre than anyone. I saw him often at the openings of New York City Opera as he reviewed our work. He will always be in my thoughts as I walk into a theatre to work.

Lamar Robert

July 7, 2011

Ron Emery changed my life. In 1959 as a resident of Ron’s second floor of Hinkley House, he believed in my intrinsic worth and regularly encouraged me even though during my first year at Darrow because of my behavior (misbehavior) I was frequently just a few penalty hours away from being suspended from school. During my life, I have endeavored to follow his model in my interactions with others.

Chiang Mai, Thailand

Bill Hintermister

July 7, 2011

I didn't know Ron Emery very well(my loss), however his sincere interest in others, sunny disposition and super sense of humor made him a standout.

Bart Laws

July 7, 2011

Ron was one of my favorite teachers, and also a friend and mentor. He inspired my interest in theater -- I wound up getting a degree in theater and working as a professional actor for a while before embarking on my other careers. He was the very model of erudition and sophistication and showed me what it means to appreciate art and literature. He was also a very good man.

Kit Howes

July 7, 2011

Ron was a teacher and mentor with the rare ability to lead students far beyond their perceived capabilities. I can hear his voice even now.

Tony Dodge

July 6, 2011

Ron was one of our house masters at Anne Lee Dorm. I remember taking a poetry/english class with him. He predicted back in 1976/1977 time frame that the daily newspaper would no longer be the only source of where we get our news from. He will truely be missed.

Michael Rice

July 6, 2011

When I came to Darrow, I was really only interested in sports and yet Ron Emery was able to interest me in poetry, a feat which still surprises me today and an interest that has been rewarding for a lifetime. Ron was also my housemaster for all three of my years at Darrow and he was a very benevolent and understanding surrogate adult. What great memories he gave me and what great learning he wrought in us. Mike Rice '67

Curtis Sears

July 6, 2011

With the strains of a round he wrote: 'Winnie the Pooh get to the Drum' still echoing in my mind 40+ years later, I fondly remember the evenings in Ron's apartment at Darrow with other students. He was a special teacher, scholar and friend to many many people whose lives he positively influenced. He is missed, yet remembered.

Joel Watterworth

July 6, 2011

Ron was head on Ann Lee when I was there. Great guy. Interesting, caring. We had English class in his abode. We heard everything from Lenny Bruce to Shakespeare. We also interruped our classes to watch the Watergate Hearings while we were in class, for a few weeks it seemed to me. Great experience. Wonderful guy.
Joel Watterworth Darrow '74

michael flomen

July 6, 2011

Ron was an important early mentor and was a keen supporter of my interest in my photography. He was responsible for inviting me to Maine, where I eventually spent many summers with my own family. I think of him often and his brilliant and sharp mind, and of course his total embrace of the arts. He will be missed by his many friends. Thank you Ron, for sharing your many gifts.

Bob Glovsky

July 6, 2011

I, too, have wonderful memories of a caring and gifted teacher and housemaster at the Darrow School. Ron has left an endelible mark on my life and will be forever remembered for his warmth, compassion and consideration. The one example that surfaces immediately was the first ever Passover Sedar designed and implemented by students at his apartment in Hinckley House. Rest in peace, Ron.

Bob Glovsky - class of 1969 Darrow School

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