Trustees Gala

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Fabienne Bourgeois, Barbara Erickson, Florence Bourgeois and Andrew Davis at the Trustees Gala

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Brooke and Patrick Redmond at the Trustees Gala

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Lisa Tung, Gabrielle Coffman, Spencer Glendon and Abby Record at the Trustees Gala

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Michael Mars and Terry Campbell at the Trustees Gala

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Duncan McIntyre, Quinn Demarrais and Elizabeth and Jeremiah Daley at the Trustees Gala

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Jeffrey and Hillary Rayport at the Trustees Gala

Exactly 125 years to the day from its founding, the Trustees of Reservations celebrated with an evening of epic proportions. The world’s oldest land preservation nonprofit kicked off the festivities at North Station, where three vintage train cars waited to transport guests to the gala, held at Appleton Farms in Ipswich. Seen sipping Champagne in what once served as the observation car of the 20th Century Limited: party pair Peter and Kitty Creighton, the beyond-fabulous Uzo Erlingsson and her adoring other half, Erik, Beacon Hillions Maggie and Bill Moran, legendary investor Peter Lynch, gorgeous blond scientist Justyna Jaskiewicz and her main squeeze, Tim McKeown, and one person who said, “If the commuter rail were like this, I’d take it all the time,” to which someone else responded, “If the commuter rail were like this, I’d never get off.”

Upon arriving at their destination, the 500-plus guests sipped cocktails under a tent overlooking a cow pasture and then filed into another tent—decorated to a fare-thee-well—for dinner, dancing and more merriment. Prominent among the throng: board chair Dave Croll, equestrienne and art lover Beth Johnson, North Shore nabobs Clem and Stephanie Benenson, the lantern-jawed Jeffrey Rayport with the stunning Hillary, blond beauty Brooke Redmond and her other half, Patrick, investment guru Peter Coffin and his other half, Abby, the delightful and delectable Ashley Breed, arts booster Lisa Tung and the dapper Spencer Glendon, and a sea of formally clad others, who sipped, supped and got up on the dance floor until it was time to board the trains and return to Boston.

It was a truly extraordinary evening, and in all likelihood the only occasion I’ll ever have to use the word “quasquicentennial,” so here’s to 125 more.


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