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Welcome to The Rotary Club of Bronxville, New York!

Bronxville

Service Above Self

We meet Mondays at 12:15 PM
J.C. Fogarty's
60 Kraft Avenue
Bronxville, NY  10708-4110
United States
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OFFICERS
President
President-elect
Treasurer
Club Secretary
Membership Chair
Vice President
Past President
Program Chair
 
 
 
Birthdays & Anniversaries
Member Birthdays:
  • Big Mac MacDonald
    April 29
  • Louis Maggiotto
    May 3
  • Joseph Cicco
    May 31
Join Date:
  • Joel Benoliel
    April 9, 2015
    3 years
  • Michael Schultz
    April 13, 2017
    1 year
  • Dick Bower
    April 18, 2016
    2 years
  • Judith Schwartzstein
    April 18, 2008
    10 years
  • William Zambelli
    April 18, 2016
    2 years
  • Charles Maxwell
    May 1, 2017
    1 year
  • Mark Jennings
    May 1, 2010
    8 years
  • Bob Warner
    May 15, 2017
    1 year
 
 
Meeting Responsibilities
General membership memo on responsibilities
ALL MEMBERS MUST SERVE ON COMMITTEES
 
Program Committee
Chair
Schulman, Martin H.
 
Contributing member
Westmoreland, Mary
 
Adjunct committee member
De Saint Phalle, Ellen
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Marshall, Zeena
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Priesing, John W.
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Burge, Melinda
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Bower, Dick
 
Domestic Projects
CHAIR
Benson, Doris W.
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Pink, Sr., Rich
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Standard, Nicola
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
McBride, David
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Schwartzstein, Judith A
 
House Committee
Chair
Lysaght, Jim F.
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Fitzgerald, John J.
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Hubert, Donald F.
 
Information Services
Chair
Schulman, Martin H.
 
District 7230 Liaison
Chair
Maggiotto, Louis
 
Community Service Award
Chair
Pink, Sr., Rich
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Blendermann, Gene R.
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Weston, Stephanie
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Zambelli, William
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Elliot, Wright
 
International Projects
Chair
Seabring, Robert
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Benoliel, Joel
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Standard, Nicola
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Westmoreland, Mary
 
Legal
Chair
Rosensweig, David
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Bloomer, Suzanne M.
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Maggiotto, Louis
 
Membership Acquisition and Admissions
Chair
Thorp, Peter C.
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Burge, Melinda
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Elliot, Wright
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
McBride, David
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Westmoreland, Mary
 
Membership Orientation
Chair
Westmoreland, Mary
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Fitzgerald, John J.
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Benson, Doris W.
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
McGrath, Robert W.
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
McKinnis, George
 
Social Events
Chair
Weston, Stephanie
 
CONTRIBUTING MEMBER
Bender, David
 
 
Is Rotary your voice?
 
 
 
 
News
 
 
 
 
 
Our 2017-18 co-recipient of funding for ongoing Literacy and Education support is Destination College.
Please take a moment to view the attached video, you will recognize some very familiar faces of our Bronxville neighbors, mentoring and volunteering to assist local, neighboring student-athletes in their quest for college acceptance.
This Society teaches women, who then teach five others within their village. This spreads valued education basics at a much faster rate with little or no costs, among the people suffering from the harshest levels of poverty and lack of formal education.
As in years past, your Club Foundation has included among its grants a small award to sponsor the  Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr breakfast on the anniversary of his birth. You may know, this holiday is dedicated as a Day of Service, which dove-tails neatly with our Rotary objects of service.
 
This year, County Executive George Latimer [Rotarian from Rye NY club] delivered the keynote address to those gathered at the breakfast, held at the Bronxville Reformed Church. Among our members who attended, a consensus that this speech was both heartfelt and moving, deserved to be sent to all of us. Here then, is the transcript of this address given on Monday, January 15, 2018 by George Latimer:
 
 
Keynote Address
George Latimer, Westchester County Executive
Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Day Event
 
January, 2018
 
There is a song that was popular over 25 years ago – perhaps you remember it – a soulful song by a man named Marc Cohn; the song is called “Walking in Memphis”. It sets a scene of Memphis that the tourist board would love – the lyrics tell of the singer walking with his “feet on Beale Street, the home of the Delta Blues”. He sings of Rev. Green – Al Green of 1970’s music fame. There was catfish on the table, gospel in the air; the singer saw the ghost of Elvis up on Union Avenue – followed him up to the gates of Graceland, and saw him walk through. WC Handy. Blue suede shoes. The wide Mississippi.
Several summers ago, I had the opportunity to be in Memphis. Yes, I walked on Beale Street, and, I confess, I went to Graceland. I saw the Peabody ducks march across the lobby of that grand hotel; and I saw the massive presence of Fed Ex headquarters at the Memphis airport.
And I visited something not mentioned in the song.
I visited The Lorraine Motel.
If you’ve been there, you know that on that site has been built the National Civil Rights Museum, and it includes the motel as it looked on that fateful night in April 1968, when the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. with Rev. Ralph Abernathy, stayed during the Memphis Sanitationmen’s strike. Dr. King stepped out on the balcony of The Lorraine, and he stepped into history.
Dr. King had preached from a pulpit in Atlanta. He had accepted a Nobel Peace Prize in Oslo. He marched from the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, Alabama. He wrote a letter from the Birmingham Jail. He stood on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, and looked out on the rows and rows of people on the Washington Mall and shared that he “had a dream”.
All of those stops along the road, in 39 short years, lead to Memphis, and the balcony of The Lorraine.
Walking through the Civil Rights Museum, the path takes you through all the dramatic moments of the Civil Rights movement 50 years past: Rosa Parks and the Montgomery bus boycott. The Little Rock Nine at Central High School. The lunch counter sit-in, Greensboro, North Carolina. Bull Connor’s dogs and fire hoses. Room after room after room – the stark reminders of how hard it was for human beings to receive the simple dignity and human rights every person deserves. Dignity granted by Almighty God, but denied by prejudice and hatred; years of slavery followed by years of Jim Crow. Protected by “law” in the Supreme Court, by Plessy vs. Ferguson (1896) – “separate but equal”.
Lynchings and degradations done with the sanction of sheriffs and lawyers. Some churches – houses of God – that turned a blind eye, and at times, gave justification, to heinous acts of hatred.
This too, was walking in Memphis.
On that night in April in 1968, I was a 14 year old boy, living on the south side of Mount Vernon – the only white kid in an African American neighborhood. We had tired ourselves playing stickball earlier that day, and I was in my parents’ home on South 14th Avenue, consuming mass quantities of spaghetti, as hungry 14 year old boys do. The breaking news came on the living room TV, followed by my father’s calls to watch the unfolding story. I “understood” that my black friends would be angry over the assassination of Dr. King. I “understood” it would be dangerous for me to go back outside that night.
I “understood” nothing, really, on that day. The 14 year old George Latimer could not comprehend the magnitude of the pain and suffering; the magnitude of hope Dr. King generated; the magnitude of loss being felt from Memphis to Montgomery to Mount Vernon that night.
What the 14 year old George Latimer could not grasp that night, the 64 year old George Latimer can finally see clearly – seeing all the pieces put together during that walk in Memphis, leading up to the balcony of The Lorraine Motel.
When those Freedom Riders boarded the buses, they did so to free blacks from Jim Crow. What they were also doing was to free White America from its shackles of prejudice.
When those lunch counter protestors sat-in in Greensboro, N.C., they sat-in to assert the dignity of the black man; but in doing so they also were asserting the dignity of all men and women, for all mankind’s dignity, not just African American dignity. The dignity of Italian Americans, demeaned as wops and dagos and considered all members of crime organizations. The dignity of Irish Americans demeaned as Micks, with signs that said “Nina” – no Irish need apply. They were asserting the dignity of those who are Jewish, those who are Native American, those who are Asian, those who are Hispanic, those who are Catholics and those who are Buddhists, and those who are Muslims and those who fall within any number of demographic descriptions.
The march from Selma to Montgomery asserted the right of black men and women to vote – to select their leaders – to govern themselves, but by doing so, they asserted that right for all men and women.   
I heard, in the days after Dr. King’s assassination, a voice on the radio of the man who was our then-U.S. Senator from New York; he said “no one can be certain who next will suffer from some senseless act of bloodshed.” In the next 60 days, we found out who did in fact suffer next; that voice belonged to Sen. Robert F. Kennedy. And yet, the violence of those days did not deter the dream.
We are here tonight remembering the life of Dr. King, not his death. But he was not just a dreamer – he was a doer. The bravery he showed, in the face of constant physical threats, is a model for all of us; to show bravery in standing up for beliefs and principles, even if they are unpopular. Especially if they are unpopular.
Dr. King preached non-violence, but he did not preach passivity and timidity. He dreamt that there would be a better day for all of us, but he worked every day of his life to achieve that better day, knowing that good works and faith go hand in hand.
For those of us in the Christian faith, as joyous as Christmas time is – the birth of Christ – the greater celebration is the rising of Christ after his crucifixion, his triumph over death that we celebrate at Easter.
The ideas and the dreams of Dr. King have triumphed over his death. They have triumphed over those who set fire to the Freedom Rider buses; they have triumphed over those who taunted the Little Rock Nine, and triumphed over those who stood in the school house door at Ole Miss and Alabama. The ideas have triumphed over Bull Connor’s dogs, and over those who placed the firebomb in the church on Sixteenth Street that killed little girls in 1963.
Rosa Parks now has her seat -- in heaven. And we here on Earth must continue forward to complete the unfinished business of Dr. King’s legacy.
As the song concludes:
Put on my blue suede shoes, and I boarded the plane.
Touched down in the land of the delta blues /  in the middle of the pouring rain.
 
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