Living in Paris,France from 1070-72 and there for the summer months and working at the American Embassy and also there for some holidays when not in school at Lawrenceville 1969-72. How Paris, France touched my soul and spirit and rubbed off at my whole at The Lawrenceville School myvRembrandt and Drawing in the Paris Metro the musician years and more

in origress will add much more as i go along! To y )/2/2025 Happy Monday all beautiful day jete!

Lawrenceville Prep School : My Bumble/Humble/Jumble Story Of Stories 1969-1972

No one has responded to this pist that I just cleaned up some and made easier to read tgst i wrote in 2010. Hard wirds and comments. Now in 2025 i reflect more and am more appreciative of my time there where I just tecently reconnected with Willy William Phipps and sm drlighted for that! I have more to add and will do so soon. Cheets, Anthony TONY Quinn Happy Sunday June 1st, 2025 at 9:07ammas i rise to walk our dog and have breakfast and watch " Meet the Press " with Kristen Welker in these most trying times when i do much politicsl word- writing in either acrylic black paint or markers! Tony

This was perhaps one of the biggest upsets ever in my life and though I survive-thrived on my own wits and the assistance, care and help proffered from a very few teachers and housemasters I feel that with time I have become more bitter and cryptic and critical and judgemental than ever before as the years have passed and I have been able to finally digest much of the gristle and the grind and the rind of many things that could have been and should probably have been - different, somehow - and with the aid and assistance of many others. But alas, Lawrenceville was about the Alpha A and the over-achievers and about the glitter and the surface and the prestige and the history and the glory of days passed and of new and old money and clout from them both and perhaps more about the " outer-wrappings " and the " look at how grand we are ?!? Don't you agree?!? " mentality. It was less about each and every individual than it should have been. It was much less about developing each individual as he could and would probably liked help in discovering about himself with the aid of others older and more experienced? Harsh word , I know. I have even harsher words back then for the one guidance counselor that I believe to this day did nothing at all to encourage me to do better and to assist me in making some of the better choices to have done better with the help of an established and supposedly glorious old prep school steeped in tradition and power and position and clout and prestige and all the other outer-wrappings that help to elevate and to promote and to help with the sticky issues and considerations of " all that promise out there " that may or may not be any or all of ours?!? What was his name : the blasted name of my guidance counselor back then?!? Best that I have forgotten it. I did babysit for his children back then. He did know me : he did avail himself of my humble services back then. Was it an even exchange : his for mine? Who ultimately did better in the end? I did : that's simple and true : I did better. But I did it on my own without any real help from him. At least this is my firm conviction to this day. I may be wrong : I would like to be wrong. I would like to think it was me being head strung and not wanting to listen - not wanting any help? There, in the middle of the New Jersey countryside in the little village of Lawrenceville down the road from Princeton and not far from Trenton? My family away overseas and me there on my own with a couple of good friends in Dave and Roy and with the kind regard of Mr Robbins and Jack Garver and perhaps my Spanish teacher, too as well as Dr. Deihl in Science that when one said " well " in a sentence he smiled immediately and paused, reflected and immediately responded : Well, are you inquiring about my health? I don't believe so? Well? Meaning water or oil? Is that it? " and he would be off on an exploration of the many meanings of the word " well " such as one would never again use it in his classroom! I loved that. Truth be told, I liked many things about Lawrenceville and have written as story about it that I will add here really soon. And before I close I want to say thanks to Jack Garver - ode to and homage to art and all things artistic, thank you for being there to help me along in my wonder/my wander/ my lust - my always trust in art and artistic expression. To Mr. Robbins ( classics as well as an extensive wall of classical lps - remember those? I am listening to one now : the Youngblood's " Elephant Mountain " and the song " Darkness Darkness " : " darkness darkness, be my pillow, take my head and let me sleep, in the coolness of your shadow ...cover me with the endless night ... be my blanket, take away my ... emptiness of right now, now, now , now emptiness of dark, emptiness, emptiness oh yeah, OH YEAH , oh yeah ..." To which I might add : the emptiness-loneliness of Lawrenceville in so many great, youthful, promise of bloom and flowering of youthful enrichment and expression and directed/focused direction ... I do love that song. And to think that it was my grandmother that first made me aware of the Youngbloods? Go figure? Not everything is learned within the confines ( poor choice of word here ? ) of a classroom that may and often is confining?!? But I am running away here from those that I want to thank. Mr Robbins, you always had a lovely glint and spark-sparkle in your eyes. I liked that : it was like a kindness, like a haven, a harbor, an oasis and I thank you for that. I thank you for the opening of your living room and your music and the listening as we both spoke of ourselves. I don't think I felt any more welcome anywhere at Lawrenceville as I did there on the third floor of the Upper House. For you and Mr. Garver I hold the biggest gratitude and I just want to say that even after all these years I have not forgotten any of it. Thanks again. For my fellow students I say " hello " and " thanks " to Roy foremost ( where are you now Roy?!? Gosh, how we did smile and laugh and go on like crazy hyenas there on the third floor of the Upper House together! ); Dave, Paul ( my last roommate that made me realize that it was important/essential to compartmentalize things and move along - be less-sensitive - grow a thick skin, not care as much ... )... and there are others, too .. I will start to include the story I wrote soon. Cheers and Happy New Year 2010! In parting I also want to say that I am glad that Lawrenceville is finally coed as I think it must certainly foster a better situation than the one that I lived in for three years where girls were not an integral part of our daily lives and thus their images distorted and our situation a lot / a bit more primal-animal and brute. Is there anything more attractive in young men than animal-brute-immaturity that thus became mostly directed at one another when we perhaps could have benefited from a bit more nurturing and less wicked/savage ugliness and so many childish unkindness?!? But then who was I then / who am I now to have all these comments and opinions? So many contrary to showing Lawrenceville back then in a glowing/attractive light? In response I may only say that it is simply my own humble opinion and one that I feel no hesitation now after all these years releasing into cyberspace to be attacked, ignored, reviled, saluted, cheered - whichever - bring it on ... TONY

The circle game at The Lawrenceville School and here now fifty years later at home Chez Quinn and Joni’s and Tony’s and my wife Lynne’s circle game takes on more meaning as I take us on a trip around our whole yard and the circular paths I made oasis’s in themselves for thought , revelation, self discovery just as in 1968-1972 we all walked around The Circle and further out even as we expanded our educational recreational hormonal bursting wings and took flights short and long, some crashes some teeth gnashed, some lucky to still be alive and others thunderous external and internal bursts of congratulations and total thrives!

Intetesting four years of education and discover 1968-1972 that continues on today! Cheers! Anthony TONY Quinn 5/31/2025 Gappy Alumni weekend at The Lawrenceville School, congrats to all the grads if 2025! Enjoy my videos here and stop and reflect hiw we had our Circle game around The Curcle thrn and hiw we carry that on go thus day once graduated : a grounding, sounding , founding as in awakening, epiphanies, climaxes, findings, refresheni gs, hope , disoair, successes and trials and falls and siarings! Tony Gappy Satyrday 12:05pm now... I remember ny many trudged up from the Field House after swimming practice orcetestling orvtrack, I participayed in all three, how cokd ir winded , maxed-out I might feel, alone, on my own, charting my ownnway, my way, on my own terms, stfong enough to do if, knowing and yet discovering, able to do things as I followed the rules and played and rxperienced life, too in my free moments. I remember with my girlfriend Babs walking further out ftom The Circle and walking over the small bridge on the fight past the Field Bouse - further out. Those were special moments for us. I remember going to see with Babs B.B.King strum sweet melodues from Lucille his lucky guitar. He sang " The Thrill is gone ", I still have the newspaper from that. He may have signed it. I will look. Babs got her picture in that I believe? Babs may have been better appreciated than me at the time. Then Lawrenceville School was all boys. When my dates Katy Bean or Eden Foster came for the dances there they , too might have been more appreciated than me. I loved it, loved having them there as I kbew tgem from Gunston Junior High in Aurora Hills where I went before going to Lawrenceville. Theyvmade me feel nirmal again. I remember my room that faced out on The Curcle with a good view in the Kennedy House. It was my sanctuary, my safe soace, my comfort zone where I could listen to my recirds on my tecird player a d Court Weidemeyer would visit with hus records of the San Fransisco sounds like The Hefferson Airplane and The Quicksilver Messenger Service and The Grateful Dead and The Youngbloods and more. We wnjoyed each other's company. George would leave me shaving cream, too on my doorknob that always made me feel so special and welcome there. Paul Valany wouldvtell me to pay novattrntionbto that. Thanks Paul. More to follow! Tony 4/31/2015 Congratulations to all the graduates of 2025!

Me and my art here too.

Reconnecting with The Lawrenceville School that. I graduated from in 1972 having attended for four years and especially connected with Jack Garver in the Art Department, cel3brating this year’s graduation class of 2025 - bravo to you all, wanting to drive up tomorrow to see the Photographs of alumni Christopher H. Geneva 2009, will, too weather permitting my drive ,and thanks to Kathleen Schaab in the Alumni office as well as Chloe Kalna the VisualArts Chair for connecting me with Melina Guarino of the Hutchins Gappery - all three of you have been super in me feeling welcomed back to TheLawrenceville School after all these years!

I made a tryo - two in the headline One being the name Christopher Tenev , and the word Hutchins Gallery - sorry! it - that is , life has been quite the illusive and mysterious, wondrous collecting of moments since my graduation from The Lawrenceville School 1968-1972. Those four years brought me experiences, welcomed me to some, illluded me from others, challenged and captivated me in some, others made mw wonder " why! must I ? ". Much of these four years really tested me and made me think about my place and time, relation to, commitment to!? I was coming from a Junor High School that was coed to an all boys prep school. I was suddenly taken out of an environment that i knew and felt comfortable in as i had many friends of both sexes, and plunked into an environment of many boy achievers, excellers, winners that the only option was to win. I was and still am a free spirit that believes in the expression ' live and let live '. did not know it so much at the time but then and now I see my task as competing against myself and not against others to beat them and win. I liked people and wanted to both be their friends and accepted by them. I was open to them and trusting and believing in their good ad the good that would result from us both knowing and working together for that. I can think of three of my classmates,actually for or five - a handful that I associated and did things with on a more regular base of interactions - Roy Abramowitz, Court Wedemeyer and Dave Goldberg: There were others lije Paul Valany and Bruce ( I roomed first with Bruce and then Paul. I loved Paul's outlook on life and how to handle others. it was very matter of fact and a way to diflect, compartamentalize and move forward doing what one wanted or needed to do, and not caught up in social spars, jibes or negativity thank Paul! And more that I felt were more accepting and less challenging and confrontational. Those were classmates that would personally confront me, call me by other names but mine, put shaving cream on my door handle in the Kennedy House. For the most part I was left to my own devices and I am thankful for that and for the fact that I had the inner strength to be on my own and survive and do my best. I was not what The Lawrenceville School was looking for, I do not know really why I was accepted there except for that I had a wealthy relative paying for me that had also helped Leontyne Price launch her singing career.

There were no computers, no cell phones, no lap tops or iPads or iTunes only phones , records, radios, many fun gadgets like those blobs of colos floating in an enclosure all around, bumping into each other like gocarts but much gentler and not loud or aggresive. There was a phone booth on each level of the Upper House, Iknew that well as I would talk for hours on my level and I know I upset many of my Upper Class , and to their credit they were by the most part very gracious. Thank you all for that all these years later as I talked with Babs. Some ofypu met and knew Babs like Roy and Dave , and Jim that introduced me to her as he came up to me once and asked me if wanted to go on a blind date with him that I accepted gladly. I met Babs and we hit it off immediately. She attended the Catholic school in the Ewington area and refered to the nuns as nunyfuns! Of the teachers I was the most aware of Jack Garver the arts professor there. i took a number of his classes and enjoyed them. I refer in my mind at that time to my Rembrandt period. Infell head over heels for Rembrandt! I had Dr Deinle for Science and I, as my classmates remember to this day would respond when we used the word " well " without thinking : " Are you refering to my health , or water or oil in a well!?!? " He would always have a wry expression on his face when he did, too. I also had an excellent Spanish teacher tgat encouraged me to keep at it, and that encouragement for me really helped me. Gracias para todos Senor! I also in Upper School had my room next to that of our Hall Monitor Mr Robbins the Classics professor. I enjoyed listening to his many classical records as he would play them on his fine turntable and sound system. He invited me in on several occasions to listen to the music with him, and that really helped to spawn my love for both classical music and opera. Thank you Mr. Robbins. In the Mennedy House there was an assistant House Master and he loved music and more current , contemporary music. I sold him my album of The Left Bank with the songs " Walk away Renee " and #Pretty Balerina ". He was delighted to get it, too. IN SPORTS ONE OF MY HIGH POINTS THERE WAS in RUNNING WHERE i won the 40 yard dash, and I do not think enyone expected me to win it, but I was damned if I was not going to win it with Babs in the bleachers cheering me on! I beat Wes and he came over smiling toncongratulate me shaking my hand. Tgank you Wes all these now so many years later. I was notb rich there, i had an allowance from my parents and remember it went into change to call Babs on the phone , and other things I needed vrom the local Drug Store pharmacy across the main highway cutting through Lawrenceville, just to the left of the Jigger Shop cafe bar restaurant. At the Jigger Shop I discovered the amazing treat of their cinammon butter covered toasted , not bagels, iforget the word just now, I am 71 years of age and sometimes the word or words I am looking for escape me entirely much to my frustration! Muffins ! That is the word - those were amazong, warm, slattered in butter and decked nicely with melting cinnamon on those muffins! that was enough to do anything for except for " To die or to kill for ! " Another haven or safe space for me wasturning records of my choice in a small rambler studio off the Circle to the right of the houses if you are looking at The Kennedy House and the main street. it was secluded, a bit like a faerie tale setting and forgotten and yet, tosome, vital and essential. Did Kenny spin records there as well, did Rob spin them, too!? I forget. i would go and soin records by the Jefferson Airplane, Quicksilver Messenger Service , The Left Bank, The Youngbloods, maybe Joni Mitchell as i discovered through Babs' sister the album " Blue " by Joni Mitchell. I saw John Sebastian play in Princeton, Janice Ian, and more - loved it, loved music that ghelped me to keep both focus and my balance. I was not Lawrenceville material then, and probably still now. oh well, lived with it then,still living with it now. I remember on Sundays going to the doughnut store to the right of tge Jigger Shop and just down a side street a hundred or two hundred yards on the right - loved those doughnuts - jelly or fruit- filled with yummy icing! decadent, messy, finger-licking delish! i sucked at both math and chemistry, liked english,loved art! i used to babysit the children of Mr Eglin, he was the guidance counselor helping to get us into college. My good friend Suzie Lykes recommended i check out Randolph- Macon College and I did. I went there and shined for four years! I was more involved in college in Ashland, Virginia as both the Editor-In -Chief of The Yellow Jacket newspaper and a year after of the Yellow Jacket yearbook. it was a good fit. The Lawrenceville School was a more trying fit for me. i am glad I had the experience as it made me stronger. I femember with Roy Abramowitz at the end of the school year, as i stayed a few extra days, as did Roy, as he would fly back to South Africa and I would fly to Trinidad and later to Costa Rica as my father worked for the State Department and the American Embassy. Roy and I would go through the empty rooms of our classmates and discover all the ":goodies " left behind by our classmates. Fun fun fun! it was interesting being there with everyone gone. I discovered then also the MG cars, a small red one driven by Babs' brother that was nice enough to drop Babs at Lawrenceville and also pick her up, sometimes me, too with the three of us riding in the car, Babs on my seat. i loved swimming there, I also did wrestling. I also remember all the the tie-dye blankets thatbecame wall coverings in Kenny and other classmate rooms, ; that was visually so exotic and stimulating to the eye and other senses. I made several pastel portrait sketches of classmates like Uldis, Bruce, and several others. i still have them. Would like to show them there with some of my etchings and current work and hope to do this at the next Alumni Weekend or the next. S exciting still all of this! I will include soon some of my writings I did in my deep red ruby notebook put out by Lawrenceville. I wrote in tiny cursive then, will be interesting to go back and see what I was thinking and writing about then? Cheer to the graduating cless of 2025! And to your job well done there and graduating! May your experiences to follow be as stimulating and successful/ productive as they have been for me as I followed both my art consistently and worked on constantly, and also both educated and helped others enjoy their wine experiences! Wine and food, casual, more firmal, at the beach or in the mountains, at home, family and friends, colleagues , whomever!? Sam Waugh in our class was our valedictorian and his essay that he wrote and delivered has stayed with me ever since in inspiration and insight! i still have the issue published with a copy of it within tucked into my senior year book. It has all been glorious even now as I am writing constantly on recycled / reclaimed surfaces with acrylics and glitter , my either blok Letters or my Cursive letters - much of my personal responses to politics of the day or current social media and environmental effects we are all dealing with - barraged constantly, non- stop, by ads on tv, true or not true, lies or bullying, being bratty, being honest, kind,loving, sharing,selfish, callous, empathetic, listening, open or totally closed to anything but furthering self and power and monetary gain!?! All such a physical and mental drain by any way you look or oetceive any of it! Exhauring! I am a total wreck, and yet still loving being alive, positive, being seen, heard, counted, hopefully respected and valued, but probably not, unless there is an angle in it, money or fame, acclaim, benefits, perks, trips, free jet p,planes, whatever! You think I am cynical, no, Iam not, but i will have no one pull the wool over my eyes anymore! Cheers! Thanks Lawrenceville from then and now! Love you all. Anthony TONY Quinn happy Friday May 30 , 2025 at @:34pm now as i edit and post this, exhausted from my one finger tapping on this iPad sreen I scream in silence, thrilled to be so close to being finished, at least for the moment! And I have edited and am done! YY! Hip hip parade carnival style with streamers , dreamers and more - so much still to live, to explore! Adore s,more till we all snore! I will see you tomorrow, weather permitting. Tony nowb3:36pmnafter the editing!

Working Closely With Jack Garver @ The Lawrenceville Prep School That I Attended From 1969-1972 And Appreciating Very Much The Time The Care The Support And The Belief In Me As An Artist Which I Very Much Appreciated Then And Appreciate Even More Today As I Continue My Art : Cheers, Thanks Jack!

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This was a school art project I did while at the Lawrenceville Prep School for Jack Garver. I really enjoyed my classes with Jack, he was very supportive and really seemed to care and I still appreciate that very much today. Thanks Jack for believing in me and encouraging me. It mattered then and still does tody as I continue my art career, loving it, pretty much every moment. Cheers, TONY 3/25/2015 Happy Wednesday all!

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