Please click the photograph and it shall take you to my little film
Many of us have our stories to tell. For me this is very close for I too followed this path in my life. I got married very young to a wonderful girl. But it wasn’t right and after 3 years we parted. We are still the dearest of friends. Life goes by so fast. I realize how lucky I have been . Andrew and I are together now 41 years. We have always lived as we are, proud and out. Its been quite ride. I hope you enjoy my little film.
From : Wikipedia
Man in an Orange Shirt is a two-part British television movie from the BBC. It was produced by Kudos Film and Television and premiered on 31 July 2017 at BBC One. The film drama tells three love stories from two generations of a family, in the 1940s and in 2017. Vanessa Redgrave, Julian Morris, and Oliver Jackson-Cohen act in the lead roles, directed by Michael Samuels. The script and idea come from the British best-selling-author Patrick Gale, whose family history is the autobiographical core of the plot. The film won 2018 International Emmy Award for Best TV Movie or Miniseries
Man in an Orange Shirt features two separate yet interwoven stories:[1] Part 1 tells of the obstacles that Western society is putting into the love relationship of the two veterans Michael and Thomas in the immediate post-war period. Part 2 describes the trials and tribulations of 21st century partnerships, using the example of Michael’s grandson Adam. The stories are linked by Flora, as Michael’s grieving wife and Adam’s grandmother, whose unrequited love for Michael and conservative education results in a hateful response to Adam’s coming-out.
McBells Irish Pub on 6th Avenue in Greenwich Village
Joseph Campbell was a friend of mine. I came to know him when I was a waiter at McBells, an Irish pub on Sixth Avenue at Washington Place in Greenwich Village, NYC. He came in all the time for lunch. Any one that knew McBells knew it as a small place filled with its own crowd. Many of the famous, near famous, and some of the greatest writers came there to eat and be left alone. But they also loved the owner Francis Campbell. He was a one of a kind.
I got to know many great people who came there. Some became my friends and others became teachers to me. Joseph Campbell was a friend and a teacher.
Joseph Campbell
In the three and half years that I worked there, I waited on him many times. His regular lunch, which he loved, was a bacon cheeseburger—medium rare—french fries, and a Molson’s ale. He loved to watch all that was happening in the place and all the talk from table to table. I have always been the kind of person that if I had something to say or a question, why not ask. One may never get the chance to ask it again.
I was delighted recently when I spoke with Bob Walter—Joseph’s longtime editor, frequent lunch companion at McBell’s, and President of the Joseph Campbell Foundation (jcf.org)—who recalled Joseph pointing me out and remarking, “That’s the young chap who’s always asking me questions—good questions, which I appreciate.” Bob also shared with me that Joseph recommended for Bruce to read Mans Search for Meaning by Victor Frankl.
To say that there never was another Jewish person that worked there, I cannot be sure. I’m pretty sure I was it. So I really was a Bagel in a place full of Shepard’s Pies. Somehow I brought something to the place that was different and many people enjoyed me.
Me (Bruce Baumwoll) at McBells
Our friendship began slowly and it grew to a place where he was giving me books to read. We would then talk about them when he came in to eat. It was the early 1980s, when Bill Moyers first interviewed Joseph for two segments of his PBS series, Bill Moyers Journals. I watched those interviews each week and was then able to ask Joseph questions about what had been discussed on the show. It was a wonderful time in my life. Nothing is greater to me then hearing people who know something, talk about life, teaching others what they have learned, asking others to open their minds and look at the world in a new light. Joseph was that kind of teacher to me.
McBells
Francis Campbell (Owner of McBells) and me
On one day he asked me how do I see the universe. He said there are two camps. One side feels that energy is only for the living. And others feel that every single thing has the same energy. I have always felt that we all are one and come from the same atom. Everything is alive . A rock is no different the tree or us. He laughed and said . He too believes that life is in everything. So many lessons I was given by this great man.
We had been talking for awhile on many subjects . If I brought the question, he would help me find the answer. The best part was when he would tell me that I needed to read a certain book. During lunch times, he saw that I held my own. I could often be teased for I was somehow different and stood out from others; just being myself, meaning I was, and still am, a very organic person. What you see is what there is. One day, while he was eating, we were talking in between my waiting on the other tables. He said he was thinking about me and wanted me to read a certain book, Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl.
Mans Search for Meaning by Victor Frankl
Viktor Frankl
Since I did not know what the book was about, I asked him. He told me it was about a man and his experience in the concentration camps. I got very uptight and he asked me what was wrong. I told him the truth; that since my earliest memory as a child I’ve had horrific visions. I did not speak until around the age of three. The things that I would see in front of my eyes, from my first stages of awareness, are still hard to talk about for they took so much out of me; such darkness. I would not share these visions to anyone in fear that, even at a very young age, they would take me away from my mother and father because I irrationally thought that they would think I was crazy. But the visions would never stop. As people walked up to me, I might see visions of them being killed in all horrible ways. I didn’t know where this was coming from. Was I seeing their death or was it a memory from another life? While just in my own thoughts in everyday life, these visions could come up spontaneously at any time. At an early age, when I was dreaming these thoughts at night time and woke up, I was so afraid that I would go to my younger brother and crawl into bed while he was sleeping and hold onto his arm or his leg to feel safe.
In the early fifties there was no way I could have ever seen such things as a small boy in the media like you do now. I began to think these thoughts were one of two things: in a past life, I was either the victim or I was the one that did the crimes. It has taken me a lifetime and I still do not know.
After sharing all of this with Joseph, he asked me if I was a practicing Jew. I told him my family was like many American Jews. They really only went to a Synagogue on the High Holy Days (Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur) and have a Passover Seder. But they didn’t practice daily or weekly, keep kosher or observe the Sabbath. He said to me “you must promise you will read this book and we shall talk about it”. I said I would and I did. I did not sleep for many nights. It opened up all the visions more than normal.
We had many talks about the book and what I thought it was saying. He shared with me many thoughts. One afternoon when he came in I was having a bad day. There were some customers that would come in all the time and they enjoyed getting me going; teasing me, “just having a little fun” they would say. Joseph saw that I was a bit uptight. He called me over to him and asked me what was wrong and I shared my feelings.
He grabbed my arm and held it very hard. I have never liked to be touched but I tried to relax. He waited until he had my complete attention. Paraphrasing, he said, “Bruce I want you to listen to me now. Do you know why I asked you to read Man’s Search For Meaning? During the Holocaust, in the camps, there were two types of souls that went there and only one type came out. I saw in you that if you had lived in that time, Bruce, you would have been the soul that would be the survivor. There is something in your being that is yours and no one can take that away from you”.
That moment changed my whole life and put me on the path that I have stayed on all these years. And finally I am a man that has found my Jewish roots and my place in the world. Joseph Campbell helped me get back to being a practicing Jew. It has taken me a lifetime. And I now understand why he told me such a powerful thing. I can still feel his hand on my arm and the warm smile when he said those words and what he was saying to me. We all have a choice as to how to walk through this thing called life- with our minds open or closed. It is our choice; to keep growing from our times or stay safe. None of us have easy lives. Each one of us must find our own way. My life is no different than anyone else’s. I have always had a need to stay present but most of all, I have been blessed with great guides and teachers. Our minds want to keep expanding. It wants to keep growing. It’s not what one has ever lost in life, it’s what one still has left and to try to find that ray of light.
Bruce Baumwoll
From Wikipedia about the book “Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl:
Man’s Search for Meaning is a 1946 book by Viktor Frankl chronicling his experiences as a concentration camp inmate and describing his psychotherapeutic method of finding a reason to live. According to Frankl, the book intends to answer the question “How was everyday life in a concentration camp reflected in the mind of the average prisoner?” Part One constitutes Frankl’s analysis of his experiences in the concentration camps, while Part Two introduces his ideas of meaning and his theory of logotherapy. It is the second-most widely read Holocaust book in the bookstore of the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum.
Photograph of me at entrance tothe Christopher Street Subway Station in Greenwich Village NYC 1984 by Andrew Reach
We were pleasantly surprised that Andrew’s work SHINING LIGHT from a photo of me at the entrance to the Christopher Street subway station in Greenwhich Village NYC is featured full page in an article by Becky Raspe about the Artists Archives of the Western Reserve’s exhibition of LGBTQ+ artists, CONVERGE in Canvas magazine. Andrew reinvented with his art, the original photograph (see above) he took as a print on acrylic for the show. August – September 2021.
Little did we know that 40 years later Andrew’s architecture would fall away from illness and he would be drawn in from his pain to do art as art therapy and healing. His art has now been shown around the United States, including the Senate Rotunda in Washington DC and the Frost Art Museum in Miami. In my 70th year of life I have discovered there are circles everywhere. In 1985, Andrew and I were honored to meet Juliet Man Ray in Paris through her assistant. When we were talking, I told her that Andrew, Like her husband Man Ray took pictures of her, I too am one of Andrew’s muses. It was one of the loveliest weeks in our lives.Here’s the book she gave to us and signed to us the night of the opening of the exhibition of Man Ray’s photographs of her that he took of her. No matter what has happened to Andrew and I in our journey, we laugh and say “We always have Paris”.
Photo of Juliet Man Ray photographed by Man Ray in the Book “The 50 Faces of Juliet” (i 50 volti di Juliet)
Here’s another piece titled “THE WONDER OF BRUCE” that was in the 74th Midyear Exhibition at the Butler Institute of American Art.
Never let any one tell you who to be. One must have the courage when it appears that there is no other choice. You must be true to self, for this is who you live with everyday. One of the things that gets me crazy is that so many of us LGBTQ+ just want to have a life with someone we love. What is so wrong with that. Why is it that in the world of gay cinema, there are so few uplifting stories of older gay and lesbian couples that have lived full lives on their terms. Why must it be about death and loss and sex. Why cant it be more about the lives they shared together in there journey.
Chapter 1
They called me a Fagela (Yiddish for fairy) before I even knew what it was. They repressed me, kept me in house, and told me boys don’t sit this way. Boys bite their nails this way. Boys don’t wear socks like that and on and on. I was bullied, teased to the point of silence, beaten up and raped, all before I was even 10 years old. I was called names by grownups and many young people. The last time I saw my grandfather, I was mowing the lawn and I seemed to do it a way that was not right to him. He came over to me, grabbed the lawn mower and called me a girl, and a little fairy and slapped me across the face. I would never talk to him again. Then I ran into the house and hid under the bed and wished him dead. My luck he dropped dead the next day. Now I had to worry about if I had the power to wish someone dead. I was just a little boy. We all have our journeys. Mine began when they forced me to marry at age 19 because I wanted to live with my best friend and then that felt apart. I had spent most of my early years cooking and cleaning up after my parents and two brothers. I would answer an ad in the Nyack Newspaper NY for a housekeeper. The job was for Ellen Burstyn. The year is 1975
The journey begins and the learning expands. Little did I not understand that life can be a circle. I would again end up being a full time caretaker to my husband. At times literally forced to be in bed 16 hours a day unable to do 90% of what he used to be able to do. My grandfather would be a major part of my late blooming regarding my work doing vast research of who he was and where we really came from as a family Warsaw Poland. Through trying to find out who I am and where I came from, my grandfather would be the only soul left in the end that I am connected to. I would find out he was working with one of the earliest film pioneers J. Fabin. My grandfather put sound in the famous Roxie movie theater in Manhattan.He made little films.He was a projectionist his whole life. When I was seven years old, I visited my grandparents house in the Rockaways in Long Island. There he would show movies in the basement because he had the old projection cameras. I had trouble with all the noise and concentrating. He would say to me don’t worry if you can’t hear the words. He turned off the sound and said movies are all about moving images. He came from the silent film era.
Andrew is taking photos of me. I had become one of Andrew’s subjects for his creativity since we met. He was studying at Pratt institute toward his architecture degree. In the 41 years that I (Bruce Baumwoll) and Andrew Reach have been together we have saved 64 animals from the streets of the cities we’ve lived in. At this point we are not sure who saved whom, for without these animals we surely would not have ended up in the places we have come to. This is their story and ours.
It was spring break when Andrew and I met in Florida. I was living and singing around Miami and Ft. Lauderdale. I had been working and living in the home of Ellen Burstyn. The Oscar winning actress for the film “Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore” for over 3 years. From her example, she had helped me in many ways, from studying at the Actors Studio to the way I would learn for the rest of my life. She taught herself so much. Her bed was always filled with so many books. She helped me to see that, I too, could be all that I hoped to be, and that I could learn. We would sit with groups of people and read from Gurdjieff and so many other great authors. She gave me so many books to read, and I would write down all that she would read, and I would find them myself.
Ellen Burstyn & Jefferson Burstyn At Ferry House
Cliffside Mansion (also known as H. E. Lawrence Estate) in Snedens Landing
My Dog Sugar Magnolia (aka Maggie) living the good life on the Hudson at Cliffside Mansion (also known as H. E. Lawrence Estate), Snedens Landing
Bruce Baumwoll in the Cliffside (also known as H. E. Lawrence Estate Mansion) Snedens Landing
Maggie and Bruce Baumwoll in the Cliffside Mansion (also known as H. E. Lawrence Estate), Snedens Landing
When I got the job, The film “The Exorcist” which, at that time, was a major hit. There were lines around blocks in every city in America to see that movie. I would not see the film when it came out, for I was afraid it would cause me to have more visions. Life has a funny way of working out. I ended up seeing it in a private screening with Ellen next to me. All the living room furniture had been given to Ellen from the set of the film. Not until that moment did I realize, as I was watching the film, that I was watching it on the actual couch from the movie.
Ellen Burstyn and Linda Blair
Ellen Burstyn with the great Max Von Sydow
Ellen Burstyn
Max Von Sydow and Linda Blair
Ellen Burstyn with William Peter Blatty , Jason Miller
Ellen Burstyn with William Friedkin
I would meet William Friedkin for the first time as they skinny-dipped in the pool. The house that Ellen lived in was called the Ferry House as it was the original Ferry House of the Dobbs Ferry that connected Snedens Landing on the west side of the Hudson River to the town of Dobbs Ferry on the eastern side. At one time Vivian Leigh and Laurence Olivier lived there.
When I got the job at her house she was just getting ready to star on Broadway in the play “Same time, Next Year” with Charles Grodin. It was a fabulous moment when Ellen won the Tony Award for the play. When Charles Grodin’s film, “King Kong” with co-stars, the young Jeff Bridges and Jessica Lange, I would be there right next to Ellen and Jeff she was so nice in taking me. The World Premier. It was an amazing night.
Ellen Burstyn in “Same Time Next Year”
Ellen Burstyn in “Same Time Next Year”
Charles Grodin, in “Same Time Next Year”
Ellen had given Charles this book when he came for dinner while they were doing the play “Same Time Next Year”. As he was leaving the house, he took me into the library and gave me the book.
We later moved up the way to the Cliffside (also known as H. E. Lawrence Estate Mansion) Snedens Landing a great big mansion. I had always been a boy that lived in movies. The world of film was my life’s passion so to end up there was, in my mind, meant to be. To say I was in my bliss is mild. One of my fondest memories is holding up Ellen Burstyn’s Oscar and Tony, thanking my imaginary audience for my own work. I can still feel the thrill of touching and holding them up.
In her Oscar winning role of Alice, Ellen wins Best Actress as a single mother who finds her way. One of the great films of the 1970′s by one of the greatest directors, Martin Scorsese, doing what he does best-making great films.
Ellen Burstyn
Ellen Burstyn with Kris Kristofferson
Ellen Burstyn with Diane Ladd, Vic Tayback, and Lelia Goldoni
Ellen Burstyn and Alfred Lutter
Ellen Burstyn
Ellen Burstyn with Kris Kristofferson
Meeting the people I met there was a chance of a lifetime, from Albert Schweitzer’s live in companion for the last 20 years of his life, to so many great artists from the Actors Studio including Lee and Anna Strasberg, and other fascinating people from all walks of life. There were so many teachers. I would be taught by them at the kitchen table. Some of the people were major players in film and theater at that time.
Some of the people that I grew fond of were Ralph Roberts who, at the time, was one of Ellen’s masseuse’s. He was an actor. He was in the film “Bells are Ringing” with Judy Holliday. He had worked for Marilyn Monroe and had known her well and he would tell me so many stories that I loved. Another person who had an impact on me was Fred Haines who had done the almost impossible task of turning James Joyce’s Ulysses into a screenplay.
Fred Haines, screenwriter and director of such films as “Ulysses” & “Steppenwolf”
Ralph Roberts A truly lovely man
Ellen Burstyn and Ralph Roberts
At the time, Ellen Burstyn was practicing Sufism, bringing many spiritual men and women to the house. It was an amazing place to learn for a young man that had spent so much of his time growing up alone. I was a true sponge. The more you taught me the more I wanted to learn and that has never stopped.
Because of my learning challenges, my parents found it easier to contain me at home to be what they thought to be best for me. I stayed in the house huge amounts of time when I was young. Soon, I began to clean and cook for them. I did that until I left home. So I was not prepared for the real world. When I did start to work, I would become a domestic and clean houses, which, of course, I was very good at. I had only two of these jobs before I worked for Ellen. At first, I was hired to take care of the Ferry house. As she got to know me, she open up to me . I had been sharing and wonderful old carriage houses, right down the block from Helen Hayes old home. One night the person I was shaing with when crazy and beat me up. Ellen the next day ask me if would moved in to the main house. very early on with my constant companion, my beloved dog, Maggie. She was a person who loved aniamls. Big heart. That’s when she began to teach me. Little things yet really big stuff. I moved into Stone House and lived there for almost 8 months alone . While the work went on, much needed to be done before Ellen would move in.
Maggie at Cliffside (also known as H. E. Lawrence Estate), Snedens Landing
Cliffside (also known as H. E. Lawrence Estate Mansion), Snedens Landing
Cliffside (also known as H. E. Lawrence Estate Mansion), Snedens Landing
Cliffside (also known as H. E. Lawrence Estate Mansion), Snedens Landing
Maggie in the living room at Cliffside (also known as H. E. Lawrence Estate Mansion), Snedens Landing
Maggie in the living room at Cliffside (also known as H. E. Lawrence Estate Mansion), Snedens Landing
Jefferson Burstyn in the grand foyer, Snedens Landing
Maggie in from of thegrand doors in Cliffside (also known as H. E. Lawrence Estate Mansion) Snedens Landing grand living room
Maggie playing in front of the Cliffside house (also known as H. E. Lawrence Estate Mansion) Snedens Landing with Ellen’s Dogs Bernard and Marilyn’s puppies
You see, I was a young man with learning disabilities. I did not see words in my head. I saw pictures. I hardly spoke until I was five years old. I was also born a celiac so eating was a problem. I had difficulties communicating which caused huge levels of frustration for me and caused me to be prone to outbursts. Today they would diagnose someone like me with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome or slight autism. I spent most of my life playing alone. I was super sensitive. I do not like being touched.
I would fail kindergarten and then the third grade three times. I would eventually graduate high school late, at nineteen years old. I spent my life in special classrooms on weekends, in addition to regular school hours learning how to read and how to talk without stuttering and without a bad lisp. I was one of those boys that everyone made fun of. If they weren’t calling me a fairy or sissy they were making fun how I would talk. In the sixth grade, a teacher in Highland Elementary School in Inglewood California, took me out to the playground, put me on a swing, put crackers in my mouth while I swung and told me to talk. And I could! She had helped me to get past a part of my brain that did not see the words. The feeling was like when Helen Keller finally said the word “water”. I felt total freedom in my head. But to read would take learning all my life. I can still see, in my mind’s eye, the cards being put up for me to read. The fear of reading in public would take even more years to overcome. I have been blessed with many teachers in my life.
Ellen was soon involved with the new film “Providence”, to be filmed in Europe. The director, Alain Resnais, really wanted her. He would travel to America to visit us at Stone House. At one point he was outside looking around the gardens. I was with him and he told me that I should keep going with my studies, for the camera would love me and that my face showed great emotion and depth. Perhaps someday, I might be able to work for him in one of his future films, he said. I was so honored that he was just talking to me. To give me words of encouragement was wonderful for me. I still was a very shy young man. Ellen did take the role and went off to Europe to film the movie.
Ellen Burstyn with Dirk Bogarde and Sir John Gielgud
Ellen Burstyn with Alain Resnais
Ellen Burstyn
Ellen Burstyn with Elaine Stritch, Dirk Bogarde, Sir John Gielgud, and David Warner
While she was away she would send us postcards to say hi, but also to let us know the things that she wanted us to keep up with. One of my main jobs was to take care of all the animals. There were the dogs, Bernard and Marilyn, and her many cats. Her favorite and closest cat was Georgie Baby. There was also Malcom X, Moses, Clorisa (she would run away at this time) and others. She always wanted me to comb Georgie Baby. Georgie Baby was very special to Ellen.
During the filming of Providence, Ellen had to fly home. With all the work that was being done on the mansion, the contractors refurbishing the house never let us know how dangerous it could be for the animals, and soon some of them got very ill and began to die. The lead paint that was being scraped off the walls fell to the floor. The cats would then walk on the floors and then lick themselves. Ellen came back to be with her beloved Georgie Baby for she too was dying. I was there with Ellen when Georgie Baby passed away in her bedroom. This was a very sad time at the house.
Georgie Baby and Maggie (my dog) in my rooms at Cliffside where we often stayed when Ellen was out of town
One of the postcards Ellen send to me while she was filming Providence
Jefferson and Ellen Burstyn with William Smith, dogs Bernard and Marilyn, and Georgie Baby the cat at the old Ferry House on the Hudson river
Resurrection
The making of the Film Resurrection was the beginning of knowing that my time there was coming to an end. I became aware of this when the famed director Alan Resnais took me out to one of the grand trees in the center of the driveway where Ellen always sent me to meditate and began explaining to me that I had to leave because I would never be my own man. He kept expressing to me my uniqueness and he felt I could have a career in film. He gave me his contact number and told me please keep in touch.
Ellen Burstyn in Resurrection
Ellen Burstyn with Eve La Galliennein Resurrection
Ellen Burstyn with Sam Sheppard in Resurrection
Ellen Burstyn with Eve La Galliennein Resurrection
Ellen Burstyn with Sam Sheppard in Resurrection
Ellen Burstyn with Eve La Galliennein Resurrection
Ellen Burstyn with Sam Sheppard in Resurrection
Ellen Burstyn in Resurrection
Ellen Burstyn in Resurrection
This film was very close to me for I have almost died four times in this life. Two of the times were at Ellen’s mansion. One involved a fire in the part of the house that I lived in. Another time, we were all celebrating the Bicentennial on July 4th, 1976 on the Hudson River. I was too shy to go to the bathroom off Ellen’s boat that we were on, so I got in the river and within moments the river took me away. I was saved by another person living in the house, William Smith.
My first near death experience was in South Beach, the southernmost part of Miami Beach. I was five and almost drowned. Our family was staying at a hotel. My grandfather owned two hotels in South Beach, the Euclid and the Commodore. I do not know why we weren’t staying at either of them. We were staying somewhere else on the ocean around 5thStreet. I fell in the pool when I was walking by it. My father pulled me out. I know this because I watched it all happening from out of my body above the hotel. As was also the case in the experience on the Hudson, I left my body and traveled towards great light and was met by a group of souls that I felt immediately a kinship to. It was as if we all knew each other. And through their eyes I knew that they were all people that had loved me, or come before me, or souls that were watching over me. They let me know that I couldn’t stay, that it wasn’t my time, and that I had things to do, and within seconds I was back in my body. Each experience took me to a further place where I could never be the same as I was prior to them. My consciousness kept expanding.
As Ellen was finishing the film “Resurrection”, I had come to see that I must leave her home in Snedens Landing to follow my own journey and to leave all Ellen was teaching me. I could not get what I was looking for there. It was a difficult choice, but I have never been a person afraid of surviving for I had been doing it all my life. I have never been able to allow people to control me from the very beginning of my life. It’s just the way I was born.
So I left Ellen to meet my own fate. I found a wonderful apartment in New York City on the upper west side on 75th street right off Columbus Avenue. I worked as a waiter at Carnegie Deli and began to sing and look for work as a singer and actor. I had to go on and achieve my own dreams. It seems I’ve always been able to draw powerful people and minds to me.
At Carnegie Deli I began to meet a group of great entertainers who came in all the time. There are too many to mention but I had my favorites and I was their favorite waiter and they would request I wait on them. Among them were Henny Youngman, George Jessel, and the incomparable Ruth Gordon and Garsin Kanin. Henny Youngman and George Jessel would come and sit at the front tables. Henny Youngman always would yell out to me “Hey little mishgeit”. George Jessel and Henny would laugh and talk. Everyone wanted to say hello to them. They were the center of attention. But my all-time favorites were Ruth Gordon and Garson Kanin. I’m a short man and they were my size. I would ask them questions because one of my favorite films is the autobiographical movie “The Actress”. They always gave me encouragement and told me to always be myself and it will come to me.
George Jessel
Ruth Gordon and Garson Kanin
Henny Youngman
During the time I worked at Carnegie Deli in the late seventies, I studied with some of the great acting teachers of the day. I auditioned all the time. I met the wonderful young actor, Lenny Baker, who was on Broadway starring in “I Love My Wife” (which he won the Tony Award for). He also starred in the film “Next Stop Greenwich Village”. He would remain a friend until his death. We saw each other about two weeks before he died in Hallandale Beach, Florida. When we first met in New York, I would walk my dog where I was living and let her go in the park that was right across from the subway station at 72nd Street in what they used to call Needle Park. He kept thinking I was one of his old boyfriends. We became friends. We enjoyed each other. We would go out for lunches. One of favorites we would go was Ruskays. He was a very sweet man. I think of him all the time and miss him. He also showed me many things that a shy man just never sees.
Movie Poster of Next Stop Greenwich Village
Lenny Bakerin Next Stop Greenwich Village
Lenny Baker and Shelley Winters in Next Stop Greenwich Village
Lenny Bakerin Next Stop Greenwich Village
Lenny Bakerin Next Stop Greenwich Village
Lenny Baker and the great Ellen Greenein Next Stop Greenwich Village
Lenny Baker
I started to sing all around New York and this led me to Miami, Florida. My beloved dog Maggie would pass away soon after I got there.
My Beloved Maggie
Andrew was in his sophomore year of his first college degree, at the University of Florida in Gainesville, and home for Christmas break. It was 1981. We met at the Marlin Beach Hotel; the hotel where the 1960 film “Where the Boys Are” was filmed and starred George Hamiltion, Dolores Hart, Paula Prentiss, Connie Francis, Yvette Mimieux , Jim Hutton, and Frank Gorshin. Because of that film, the Marlin was a safe place for gay men and women to meet. It had become a hotel catering to gays and lesbians. We took our time and on the last night of his break, we went out for ice cream. When we came out of the ice cream shop with our cones, getting ready to get in the car, we looked across the car top where our eyes met and our souls opened up to each other and we have never been apart since. Love is a powerful thing.
Bruce Baumwoll & Andrew Reach at the Marlin Beach Hotel Ft. Lauderdale 1981
We decided to meet again during spring break. We stayed at the Victor Hotel on South Beach. Miami Beach at that time had not yet undergone its reinvention. The hotel was Kosher and occupied by elderly Jewish people. Everyone was wonderful to us. On the first day, as we walked to the beach. Andrew went ahead of me. It was there that I first saw his back. It wasn’t like anyone else’s that I had ever seen. It looked like a persons’ very defined chest, as if his head was on wrong. I wanted to run from fear of what it meant. But I am a man that has always had visions and in a second I saw and heard one at the same time. Are you going to give up real love and companionship because he isn’t perfect? And I answered back to myself, no. Our life has been blessed so many times, even though the journey has been one of great adversity and obstacles that we could never have imagined from what we think of as a good life. The next year, after he graduated from the University of Florida, we moved to New York City in the summer of 1982.
Bruce Baumwoll in Lobby of the Victor Hotel, Miami Beach1981
Bruce Baumwoll at the Victor Hotel1981
Andrew on Miami Beach(South Beach)1981
Bruce Baumwoll on Miami Beach (South Beach) 1981
Andrew Reach and Bruce Baumwoll 1981 Andrew starts taking pictures
Andrew’s poem to me 1981
We began life on the upper west side of NYC in a hotel that we rented a room in that had its own kitchen. I watched Andrew walk up to Broadway from Riverside Drive to his first job. We lived there for about six months. Life was all in front of us. We lived there till my ex-wife decided she did not want to live in the apartment that she had gotten and fixed up on Charles Street at Hudson Avenue in Greenwich Village because it was too noisy. This would be our first real home and would bring in our first animals that we saved, Katie the dog who was found in central park on a cold march day, and Diva the cat. We were in Central Park. Andrew was taking pictures for his class at Pratt.
Me at our first place (a single occupancy hotel) in NYC on 79th Street on the Upper West Side
Andrew Reach at our first place (a single occupancy hotel) in NYC on 79th Street on the Upper West Side
Andrew Reach going to his first Architecture job
Finding Katie in Central Park on a freezing March dayin NYC She was cold, starving and emaciated when we found her
Diva at home on Charles Street She was found on the streets of New York City
Katie and I on the piers near our apartment on Charles St. in Greenwich Village, NYC 1985
Our apartment at 105 Charles Street, Greenwich Village, NYC
End of Chapter 1
Acknowledgement:
I wish to thank my husband Andrew Reach for his technical assistance. Digital technology has opened me up as a way of communicating. The speed of my brain can now sync with the speed of the computer. Through Andrew’s patience and technical skills, he has enabled me to learn and become free in this new digital world. There’s nothing more powerful than love and trust.
