Linda P, You're Leaving Me: Snow Queen Linda Purvis Retires
- Category: Schools
- Published: Tuesday, 02 June 2015 16:30
- Joanne Wallenstein
Oh Linda, Linda...this was my fear:
that you would retire and just leave me here!
Six months from now, when the flakes start to fall,
who will be making that snow-day phone call?
(from Scarsdale poet Deborah Skolnik)
Scarsdale celebrity, Snow Queen and Assistant Superintendent Linda Purvis was regaled with music, poetry, comedy and yelps from her two grandsons at a joyful retirement party at The Davenport Club in New Rochelle on Monday night June 2nd. As Edgewood Principal Scott Houseknecth said, like Cher or Bono, the Assistant Superintendent has achieved cult-like status and is now known around the district, as just "Linda." Perhaps that's why she was given a tiara and a magic wand and waved at the camera as any queen would do.
Purvis, also known as "the fairy bond mother," has managed Scarsdale's budget, facilities, Grandsons Henry and Finn travelled from Cleveland and Dallas for the big night
Superintendent Thomas Hagerman with Susan Groner
The Scarsdale High School A Cappella group, For Good Measure
Paum Rubin, Pam Feuhrer and Joe Vaughan
Edgewood Principal Scott Houseknecht Fred Goldberg and Joan Weber
SMS Principal Michael McDermott
Former Superintendent Michael McGill, who Susie Rush, Jeff Blatt and Jeff Samuelson
Purvis is presented with a handmade bronze weathervane
School Board President Mary Beth Gose provided some background on Purvis' career path. Purvis attended Princeton and took time off from work to care for her three children, while serving as president of two PTA's and head of the PT Council in Pelham. She held numerous positions in business offices at school districts in Westchester and ultimately came to Scarsdale where she stayed the longest. Gose said that, "every vision needs an implementer" and thanked Purvis for keeping the district on a "steady course during challenging years."
Deborah Skolnik, a Scarsdale resident, writer and founder of Gentle Scarsdale Satire wrote and delivered an original poem for Purvis that is reprinted below. She held the audience rapt as she rapped. (see below)
Michelle Lichtenberg and Susan Ross
1) Given Westchester's geography and Scarsdale's distance from every major roadway, there is no way to get from her home in Pelham to Scarsdale in less than 25 minutes.
2) When you put seashells in the foundation of a building, odd things happen. (A reference to the trouble with the foundation of the Quaker Ridge School)
3) All about rebar
4) How to navigate Scarsdale High School
5) It is possible for a school district to get a discount on the purchase of 5,000 gas masks.
6) If you're looking for the visitor parking lot at Scarsdale High School, keep away from the section where the BMW's Mercedes and Lexus' are parked – that's the student lot.
7) She has a reputation for being cool, calm and unflappable – "Never nervous Purvis"
8) If Dr. McGill says he wants to discuss a new idea, get coffee, put your feet up and be prepared for a long discussion.
9) If Dr. Hagerman says he has an idea, look at your watch, say you're late for a meeting and run.
10) To be popular in Scarsdale: never give out homework, never give out tests and cancel school for the next day
11) There are no new problems in education – just old problems to explain over and over again.
A final request for Linda: Will you make one last robo-call to say goodbye? We'll be waiting by the phone!
Here is a comment and the poem from Deborah Skolnik:
"I had a transcendent moment last night--I met my muse, Linda Purvis, at her retirement party! She had a broad smile and looked great, if her index finger was a bit stubby from years of robo-dialing. I recited the following poem in her honor (despite my hammering heart--is pre-public-speaking anxiety a cardiovascular workout?) She hugged me and said she loved it. I shall not wash my shoulders again."
LINDA P., YOU'RE LEAVING ME! Martha's Vineyard Lighthouse by Third Grade Students at Heathcote under the direction of Alice Yugovich
Oh Linda, Linda...this was my fear:
that you would retire and just leave me here!
Six months from now, when the flakes start to fall,
who will be making that snow-day phone call?
I used to look out my window and just feel so nervous
till I heard those magic words:
"Good evening, this is Linda Purvis."
I'm so sad and anxious, I'm growing deranged.
I'm starting to hope for MORE climate change!
If the poles melt, and penguins turn hot to the touch,
then it won't snow, and then I won't miss you so much.
Yep, the whole world will have to catch fire
for me to be cool with the fact you'll retire.
But snow days aside, it's also quite true
that few of us realize how much more you do!
I hear quiet rumors that among other things,
it was you who held tight to the district's purse strings,
and that also, without making much of a fuss,
it was you who decided which children to bus.
I don't mean to sound selfish--well, actually I do--
but how am I going to get by without you?
When the budget runs wild, who'll do the taming?
When a snow day turns bad, who will I be blaming?
Forget retirement! Forget your family!
Do the right thing, Linda, come on: Think of ME!
I could argue and argue, but I bet I would find
that no matter what, I'm not changing your mind.
So go on, everybody, go grab your Nikon
and get some last pics of our school system's icon.
Because the next time it snows, she'll be far, far away,
where the blue ocean shines and the palm trees all sway.
Linda, letting you go will be awfully hard.
I'll have to send you a reverse post card
showing Scarsdale all snowy, and me with a tear,
and we'll all have to sign it, saying "WISH YOU WERE HERE!"
© 2015 Deborah Skolnik