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January 20, 2025
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December 24, 2024
Alison with John Reed
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December 18, 2024
Photo I took of Alison when she came to visit me in Saratoga 1984
Mark Pakman
December 16, 2024
I fully share my wife´s and sons´ admiration of Alison as an amazing human being and highly inquisitive intellectual. I grew up in a country where to practice religion was not just politically incorrect, but dangerous. When I came to the United States [in 1979], reconnecting with some of my grandparents´ Jewish traditions was a new experience for me. But an even bigger revelation was finding that people of different religious faiths could fully respect one another.
Friendship with Alison helped me to learn that on a very personal level. It was wonderful to come home after one of Alison´s Christmas gatherings to hear our sons loudly sing in unison: "Five golden rings ..." It was equally lovely when Alison, as our Passover guest, read portions of the Haggadah.
Alison frequently came to my presentations on Russian music and vocal literature at the Manhattan School of Music, the last time in May 2024. I was always gratified by her presence because I knew nothing would be lost on her. A presentation on Shostakovich, whose music painfully reflected the atmosphere of the Soviet regime, touched her so deeply that soon her library of books - and especially recordings - was greatly enriched by items on Shostakovich and other Russian composers. We will always miss Alison as a devoted friend, a profoundly interesting, artistic person and a real hero when dealing with life´s challenges.
Lev Pakman
December 15, 2024
Alison Rea was a remarkable person - kind, soulful, and intelligent. I want to thank her for her enduring friendship with my mother, Ellen, and for leaving an indelible mark on my childhood. I will never forget going to her cozy holiday parties each year, singing Christmas carols, and hearing the chirps of her beautiful birds, especially Attila. In summer, my family and I had a chance to spend an afternoon with Alison in Riverside Park. We discussed the novels of Philip Roth and, at one point, Alison stopped to pick a hydrangea, in full June bloom, from a nearby bush, later giving it to a wheelchair-bound stranger. It was a small yet unforgettable moment. It illustrated how generous and thoughtful Alison remained until the very end of her special life. I will miss her, but I will remember her forever.
Ellen Freilich
December 14, 2024
Alison had a gift for friendship so some of her friendships reach back to her childhood in Denver, but I met Alison when we both joined the Reuters news agency in the late 1980s. Alison was an energetic and competitive reporter on the banking industry, fully committed to her work and to prying any scoops that she could get from the CEOs of major money center banks, men she referred to as Mr. Bigs. For a time she had a photographic portrait gallery of these men in a narrow hallway of her apartment. At the time, we did not see ourselves as young, but looking back, we were. And journalism then still had a little bit of old-fashioned charm: we raced for the pay phones, we called a desk editor, we dictated stories. On the personal front, Alison came to our home for afternoon New Year´s gatherings and sometimes to our Passover Seders. For many years our family joined Alison´s annual Christmas caroling salon as well as smaller dinner parties on the occasion of her birthdays. Alison and I enjoyed giving each other gifts on birthdays and holidays. She was pretty easy to buy gifts for because she had so many interests and, of course, anything with a bird theme - while trying not to overdo it - was an obvious pick.
To me what was most special about Alison was that she was always interested, always curious, always engaged. She was an attentive listener and a keen - sometimes with dismay and other times with a twinkle in her eye - observer of human behavior. Her mother was a Drayton, descended from a distinguished, old family from South Carolina. Alison wove both the privilege and the burdens of this history into a concern for social justice and racial equity.
Alison and I spent a good amount of time together over the years, time I valued then and, if anything, even more in retrospect. We enjoyed lectures at the New York Historical Society, went to exhibits at the Museum of American Folk Art and the Bard Graduate Center. We had many good, wide-ranging conversations at restaurants close to her apartment on Riverside Drive.
Two other qualities I must mention about Alison: She was a devoted caregiver over a long period of time. She conscientiously handled her mother´s financial affairs and visited her mother often. She advocated for her proper medical care and for her rights and dignity as a person. These administrations she also extended to her Aunt Dotty who lived next door to her mother. Alison lived in Washington D.C. and New York City. In Washington, she did have friends and activities, but the main reason for her being there was to look after her mother, a responsibility she took as an opportunity to develop a more adult and loving relationship with her mother.
Finally, there was Alison´s courage. Her first bout with breast cancer occurred when she was 37 years old. For another 35 years, Alison managed to live a full life even with this hovering Damocles sword. She was a proactive patient. She attended at least two scientific conferences on cancer. It seems to me she set some kind of a record, living for years with metastasized breast cancer. As ill as she got, even when treatment stopped, she insisted on going out, once with our family to Riverside Park. On the Sunday before she died, when she was barely eating, she wanted to take Phoebe and her friend Andrew out for dinner "because they had been so nice." It´s incredible how even in extremis, she could still think of others and be so gracious. So that´s our Alison. It was our privilege to know her and now it´s our honor to remember her.
Anne Sullivan
November 6, 2024
Alison and I met when our mothers became close friends at the senior home where they spent their last years. Later, our mothers realized that their fathers had met each other in the 1950´s. The home was small - only eight residents. Alison created the community of daughters - (and one son and daughter-in-law) as friends/confidantes/extra eyes and ears/early warning systems for our moms. Many lively dinners around the table at the home with the residents, followed by our own dinner out - with libation. Over the years, because of Alison´s gift for weaving friendship groups, we became deep life companions. Alison´s hospitality in NYC allowed us opportunities to go to museums, birding in Central Park, and spend evenings watching news and mystery dramas with take out food. Without her now, my world is diminished and I miss her every day.
Ellie McGrath
September 28, 2024
Alison was my next-door neighbor on Riverside Drive for 30 years. I loved meeting her beautiful birds and listening to them chirp. Occasionally, I´d take care of them, letting them fly around the apartment and ushering them, as instructed, back into their well-appointed home. Sometimes Alison would roll their cage outside so that they could enjoy the fresh air. I admired the care she took of those she loved, especially her mother and Aunt Dot. I also admired the bravery and grace with which she faced years of illness. Across from our building, on Riverside Drive, there is a bench dedicated to Alison and "Ghengis and the Flock." It's a sweet memorial to a remarkable woman.
Merida Welles
September 27, 2024
I met Alison in 1983 after I moved to New York from London. My father, who knew her family, insisted we meet as he admired her sharp mind and irreverent wit. He was right on both counts and, two years later, she was one of my bridesmaids.
We became fast friends in part because we were both journalists at the time. She was also a great raconteur. Alison used to regale my husband and me with stories about interviewing John Reed, traveling through remote Turkish hamlets, taking ceramics classes and tending her ever present parakeets. We enjoyed bike rides in Riverside Park, weekends when she would visit us upstate, and many evenings watching the news and having a simple meal at our apartment. Luckily, our shared politics made for lively and engaging discussions. And often, she would bring us a coffee mug or jug that she had hand painted herself. I think of her every time I use them.
Alison was a devoted daughter and niece and spent many of her last years taking care of her mother and aunt in Washington DC. She always found a way to make her visits to their assisted living facility - which might have depressed others - joyful and often funny. She made friends with everyone she met and no doubt cheered up all the residents and staff, not just her own family.
Despite her mounting medical challenges, Alison always put on a brave, positive front. Her toothy smile was electric. Her only complaint was that she missed friends who had left NYC, often after retiring. Sadly, this included us. Although we invited her to come visit and bring her birdies, it was not to be.
Alison, thank you for the light and laughter you brought into so many lives.
I´ve attached two photos, one of her sitting with me on my porch about 30 years ago. She had come up that weekend to help me with a tag sale. The other photo is at an opening at my husband`s gallery about 10 years ago.
Merida Welles
September 26, 2024
I met Alison in 1983 after I moved to New York from London. My father, who knew her family, insisted we meet as he admired her sharp mind and irreverent wit. He was right on both counts and, two years later, she was one of my bridesmaids.
We became fast friends in part because we were both journalists at the time. She was also a great raconteur. Alison used to regale my husband and me with stories about interviewing John Reed, traveling through remote Turkish hamlets, taking ceramics classes and tending her ever present parakeets. We enjoyed bike rides in Riverside Park, weekends when she would visit us upstate, and many evenings watching the news and having a simple meal at our apartment. Luckily, our shared politics made for lively and engaging discussions. And often, she would bring us a coffee mug or jug that she had hand painted herself. I think of her every time I use them.
Alison was a devoted daughter and niece and spent many of her last years taking care of her mother and aunt in Washington DC. She always found a way to make her visits to their assisted living facility - which might have depressed others - joyful and often funny. She made friends with everyone she met and no doubt cheered up all the residents and staff, not just her own family.
Despite her mounting medical challenges, Alison always put on a brave, positive front. Her toothy smile was electric. Her only complaint was that she missed friends who had left NYC, often after retiring. Sadly, this included us. Although we invited her to come visit and bring her birdies, it was not to be.
Alison, thank you for the light and laughter you brought into so many lives.
I´ve attached two photos, one of her sitting with me on my porch about 30 years ago. She had come up that weekend to help me with a tag sale. The other photo is at an opening at my husband`s gallery about 10 years ago.
Phoebe Barnard
September 25, 2024
Barbara Kaslow
September 25, 2024
I met Alison through the Hajji Baba Club when I was responsible for the programs. She was always supportive. She knew her rugs and textiles! She had a varied and fascinating background. Alison and I had several meals together. We laughed, argued a lot, and exchanged cancer stories. We had the same doctors although at different times. I feel devastated that she was sick again. We used to text one another. After years of keeping in touch, I hadn´t heard from her in a long time. I was invited to her terrific ground floor apartment where we ordered dinner, looked at her pottery and her fantastic paintings! Loved it all! One of her many birds took to me, sitting on my chest staring into my face. When she traveled I remember her renting a car to take the birds. I was staying at the Westchester once and there was Alison again-in a huge family apartment! In we went laughing as again her birds and I renewed our friendship as we chatted. I didn´t see Alison very often in later years, but always thought about her! She used to kid me and had terrific insight, was always interesting. Truthful, straight.
I knew she was keeping "mom and aunt Dottie" comfortable and constantly tended to them. It was a huge dedication. The more I write, the more I remember! I´m really sorry that Alison suffered cancer again.
They definitely broke the mold after her, we are all unique but Alison was more so. --oh I forgot to say-whenever we had a meal I would walk home. But she always hopped a Citibike and peddled back to her apartment! Godspeed Alison!
Phoebe Barnard
September 24, 2024
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September 24, 2024
I first remember meeting Alison when I was five. We were on Martha´s Vineyard enjoying our first blended family vacation (actually Howard and Priscilla´s honeymoon) I took her hand and didn´t let go. She was a best friend to me ever since. Her absence puts into focus how much she made all of our lives filled with more fun, love and adventure. Thank you Alison!
Katie Hall
September 23, 2024
I can still hear Alison's laughter (quite infectious at times!)- I was lucky enough to know her, in NYC, in the late 70s and early/mid 80s. She was always game for a get together, impromptu adventures, fun /stimulating conversations and dinners at her apt or at mine. Her zest for life, disinterest in being too conventional, her natural curiosity, quick wit and sharp mind, as well as her joie de vivre, and her (then) favorite dish of a roast chicken with spinach tucked under the skin..... will all be missed. Her caring side and empathy were very evident then and clearly benefited her mother, aunt and birds and many colleagues and her dear friends. How lucky I was to spend time with her -- Katie Hall
Elisabeth Parker
September 23, 2024
I got to know Alison through the Hajji Baba Club. She was always interesting to speak to and always had a spark in her eye. She will be missed by her friends at the Hajji Baba Club.
Brad Wilde
September 22, 2024
Alison and I became friends after I moved in to the Westchester in Washington, D.C. three years ago. At first it was a casual hello in the hallways, but in time, as we began to know each other better, the friendship deepened. We started to go to lunch when she was visiting from New York City and we would chat about people, politics, history, family and so often, before we knew it, several hours had passed. As she became a bit more fragile I would get take out lunches and go to her apartment for chit-chats or just stop by with some cookies or muffins.
Alison was a fascinating, intelligent, person. She was also an extremely kind person who cared deeply about her family and friends. When I was going through some health issues she was a fantastic listener and gave me some insights based upon her own health battles. We chatted about birds, the Drayton family (I love history), her art (she gave me some lovely trivets she had hand painted for my birthday), her childhood, her immediate family (whom she loved dearly) and just about everything else. She had a zest for life.
She was excited about my pending move to New York City as she said she had numerous special places she wanted to tell me about. Her last email to me said that when I was up in NYC apartment hunting to let her know and we could get together for lunch. Unfortunately, her emails stopped after that and I feared the worse. I will truly miss our conversations and our laughs. Farewell Alison.
Ellen Anderman
September 21, 2024
A photo of Alison with me (in middle) and another New Yorker & friend, James Bednarz in a cliff palace at Mesa Verde. Alison and I loved learning more about the Ancient Puebloans than we had been taught at Graland, just as we enjoyed trading new learning about dinosaurs, cave paintings and petroglyphs. And opera, art and ceramics.
She and I traveled throughout Russia and to Kyiv and the Crimea over about 10 years. She was a grand travel companion - knowledgeable, intellectually curious and adventurous.
We also spent a lot of time together in New Mexico, looking at birds, walking through sagebrush and ponderosas, and talking about everything under the sun, then joining my family and other friends for wonderful meals at sunset or drinks around the fire.
I miss her and always will.
Gary Hector
September 20, 2024
I was blessed to work with Alison on countless stories at Fortune. As a reporter it was her job to ensure that I didn´t make mistakes of facts and she was ferocious in defending the accuracy of our work. Together we interviewed some of the top executives in the world of banking and I relied on her insights into the personalities of our interviewees to ground our work. She made me better at my job and became a dear friend. I got a chance to go with Alison to meet her mother in Virginia and saw how much care she gave her mom and her aunt. I will miss her counsel and her tales of how her birds were getting along with each other.
Melissa Gray
September 20, 2024
Alison came to Bondurant to teach in our one room school and came to be a very close and dear friend. She spent many hours in our home, playing cards and sharing the dark winter days and nights. She was the godmother of both my children and , though she moved to New York she stayed in contact and had a significant impact on our lives. I came to stay with her in New York with my kids and heard many tales of her life and shared mine with her.
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