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The Fabulous New Home Everyone Wants To See

by Beverley
February 21st, 2012

And I got to see it twice in one week! The large spread about this home in the new Harper’s Bazaar was exciting beyond words but actually seeing the incredible new home Ruth and Hutton Wilkinson have built adjoining the original Tony Duquette home in Beverly Hills they also own was just the best. First I saw it in daylight. Hearing that Gerald Incandela and I would be in the Los Angeles area to see Verdi’s Simon Boccanegra with Placido Domingo (he and other singers were great but hated the ugly stage set that stole attention from the action!) the Wilkinson’s invited us to Sunday lunch. This was a special treat for me for the additional reason, although I’ve been to the Duquette house many times through the years, it was always for parties at night. I’d never seen it in daylight before.

Ruth Wilkinson in her beautiful bedroom in the new house. The wall paper is made of blown up versions of small lovely oil paintings by the late Beegle Duquette found in the entrance hall of the old house

Another view of the very original wall paper in Ruth’s bedroom. Incidentally they have two live versions of that needlepoint dog who are so beautifully behaved!

Gerald Incandela in coral chair

Gerald Incandela relaxes pool side in Hutton’s version of a chair made of coral

Hutton leads me on a daylight tour of the fabulous new house. We’re in the dining room here.

The new home is breathtaking, sitting high above (seven stories high from the bedroom floor Hutton explained and naturally there is an elevator in the new house!) the lake he’s built below which backs on the original Duquette house. It’s not an ordinary lake with giant koi fish who have somehow hidden from the visiting heron birds and survived. It has a Vietnamese dragon boat sailing on its calm waters and is overlooked by what appears to be a two story Thai house but clever Hutton really cut the original small Thai house in half so they have a two story house to look at. The garden has many of the incredible surprises Tony originally created but Hutton has added new oriental pavilions and so many other treasures in addition to the lake.

The Vietnamese wedding boat on the lake beneath the two houses.

Here are some oversize carved Indian figures in the jungle garden with a heater blocking them a bit but one of many needed dining in the garden at night

The new house! Well you just have to look at the fine Harper’s Bazaar pictures and the not so great ones I took with my iPhone camera to get the idea. I can’t really put it into words. And as you all know, there is little I can’t put into even more words than are needed!

Having had a lovely daytime visit, a few nights later I arrived in darkness to see it by fabulous lights, many of them candles, crystal chandeliers hanging from trees, candles hidden in the miniature Chinese pagoda collection Tony started and Ruth and Hutton have added to. The Wilkinsons were hosting over 100 people for a benefit for Save Venice in which they are very active. Entering through the front door of the new house (Sunday the luncheon was basically in Duquette house) the sight that overwhelmed me most was looking down into the fabulous living room and seeing hostess Ruth looking as magnificent as any woman has ever looked. Stupidly I didn’t reach for my camera. She was wearing a ball gown size gown of champagne color double satin with voluminous stole to match and around her neck a collar, no a large bib size necklace of cabochon rubies and diamonds and bracelet to match designed by Hutton. Oh yes, matching earrings as well.

The cheese and fruit station in one of the picturesque pavilions

The cheese and fruit station in one of the picturesque pavilions tucked away in the vast jungle garden

 Dancers pause to listen to singer beneath one of the lovely chandeliers in the old house

Dancers pause to listen to singer beneath one of the lovely chandeliers in the old house

Something magical floating in the darkness high above the diner's heads.

Something magical floating in the darkness high above the diner’s heads.

A stuffed white Cockatoo wearing a miniature Thai dancer's headdress observes the party guests

A stuffed white Cockatoo wearing a miniature Thai dancer’s headdress observes the party guests

Many of the women really did dress up for the party which was a treat. So often these days they don’t when they should! And for those of you in Santa Barbara, Richard Mineards who is known for his assortment of blue and white checked shirts, was exceedingly handsome, debonair, proper in perfect black tie evening attire. However, the guests really did take second place to the setting. Although I had a wonderful guest experience. I was deeply engrossed in chatting with Giuseppe Perrone, Consul General of Italy in Los Angeles, on my right and wasn’t aware my dinner partner on the left had slipped away to the buffet tables and someone new was sitting there. Upon turning the gentleman in a most amusing yellow and black dinner jacket announced “I’m Matthew White.” I told him my name and we both threw our arms around each other with joy. I’ll explain. About two years ago through a blog written by my friend Jennifer Boles in Atlanta, Matthew a leading interior designer in New York and I became email pals. Really good friends on email. But have never laid eyes on each other until that moment. What a fun time we had!

Matthew White and I finally met in person after long email friendship.

As to the party itself, dinner was buffet from stations in pavilions scattered around the property. I can’t really describe them although I have a photo of the cheese pavilion as I’m still temporarily hobbling a bit dependant upon canes, albeit pretty ones (for this party I sprayed one matte gold and covered it with synthetic topaz and diamonds) so everyone was very kindly keeping me well supplied with food while I sat enjoying being spoiled. Although at this party there were delightful young men everywhere dressed in long lame coats and turbans with feathers to extend helping arms Ruth and Hutton had wisely supplied many helping arms because they foresaw the danger the stairs everywhere in both houses and down to the lake could offer in darkness.

Two of the young servers next to the Indian carvings at night.

Two of the young servers next to the Indian carvings at night.

Guests enjoying dinner inside in the former Tony Duquette house sat beneath an interesting portrait of the late Tony in this room.

Guests enjoying dinner inside in the former Tony Duquette house sat beneath an interesting portrait of the late Tony in this room.

There was a full orchestra to play for dancing following dinner. And as I climbed into the car for the ride back to Santa Barbara I felt a bit like Cinderella going home from the beautiful gala. Except I had both slippers (flats!) still on my feet.

By The Way
This blog was started to sell my new book and I keep going off on other topics. Please do check out The Beautiful Lady Was A Palace Eunuch at Amazon.com
Acknowledgement:
Kathleen Fetner, Technical Advisor and Friend
Categories My Life

In a Lovely Old Fashioned Way

by Beverley
February 16th, 2012

When I moved to Santa Barbara in 1963 I was honored to be befriended by two of the most wonderful people I’ve ever known, Adele and Leighton Wilkie. What fabulous parties they gave! What glorious times I had traveling with them on occasion. How marvelous it was to become great friends with their children. Then sadly in the way life goes, they were gone……..

But fortunately their lovely daughter Bonnie and her Australian Olympic gold medal swimming winner husband Jon Henricks have carried on in the same gracious generous style of Adele and Leighton. This was proven on Valentines Day when Bonnie hosted a ladies luncheon for a very large group of their Santa Barbara friends and from the moment I entered the grand old estate they inherited from Adele and Leighton a song was going through my head — a favorite song. Charles Aznavour was serenading me with Dance in the Old Fashioned Way. This song I love has always reminded me of a world now past, a gracious world where attention was paid to detail, where guests didn’t arrive in their exercise suits, where beauty and delicious were the theme.

Jon was at the door greeting guests as they arrived and led them into the beautiful living room that is totally unchanged from the first time I entered long ago. Many guests were out on the terrace and in the vast gardens but I never got that far. The floral arrangements were beautiful. A collection of Victorian Valentines decorated the grand piano. The fine wood paneling shone with a special light that only age and care can produce. As I looked around I thought, old can be better. And Charles sang on in my head.

A collection of Victorian Valentines were displayed on the grand piano.

One of the antique Valentine's on display

One of the antique Valentine’s on display

Before we went in to luncheon everyone was assembled in the living room where Jon stood behind a chair in which Bonnie sat and with special music playing he sang a song he’d written about love. And Valentines Day is about love. About loving Bonnie when she was young and loving her even more now. Old fashioned? Maybe. But a rapper couldn’t capture the warmth of that tribute I can tell you. And I quite like some rappers.

A table of every type of Valentine candy.

A table of every type of Valentine candy. All this romantic stuff unfortunately made my iPhone camera go a little fuzzy on me.

Memories of parties past flowed when our group who were dining inside entered the dining room. There was no question of what holiday this was. Red flowers, old lace, red Valentines everywhere. The marvelous dining table with a fountain in the center was where it has always been, making musical water flowing sounds as background for our luncheon chatter – reminding me of so many great parties from the past.

The fountain with water nymph statue in the center of the large round dining room table.

The first course of fabulous lobster bisque filled with chunks of fresh lobster was served in antique demitasse cups on floral china that shouted spring time. I have a collection of those cups I remembered! Beautiful little cups hidden away forgotten as I too have fallen into a safe in the dishwasher state of thinking. “Dance in the old fashioned way,” Charles was humming in my head.

Delicious lobster bisque was served in antique demitasse cups.

Even the strawberries got into Valentine mode for the Strawberry Shortcake

Guiltily I thought of all this beauty and graciousness about which I’ve grown so careless. Things have to get done the easiest way because I have to spend hours on the computer. Do it quickly and get back to the computer. And I console myself with the fact that Valentine’s wasn’t always flowers and chocolates and pretty cards with red hearts. In 5th century Rome the Romans practiced a pagan celebration in mid-February commemorating young men’s rite of passage to the god Lupercus. It wasn’t all religious seriousness however. The boys drew names of teenage girls from a box and each girl was assigned to each young man who drew her name to be his sexual companion during the remaining year. That’s certainly not flowers and soft music romance!

It took Pope Gelasius to clean up this pagan festival. He ordered that instead of the names of young women the box would contain names of saints. That’s quite a switch! And women could now draw from the box as well. The idea was that for the rest of the year the participants were to emulate the ways of the saint whose name they drew. St. Valentine got his top man status because the Roman men were so unhappy with the new game the Church was forced to seek a suitable patron saint of love to head up things. However Emperor Claudius determined that married men made poor soldiers so he banned marriage from his empire. But Valentine, defying him, was secretly marrying young men. Claudius ultimately had him imprisoned and while in jail he fell in love with the blind daughter of his jailer. His love for her and his great faith miraculously healed her eyes before his death. As he was taken off to his beheading he left a farewell note for the girl and signed it “From Your Valentine.” Now you can all take it from there…….

Bonnie Henricks saying goodbye to departing guests

Bonnie Henricks saying goodbye to departing guests

As I drove off it wasn’t feelings of guilt that I felt from the piece of cake covered with freshly grated cocoanut and a piece of chocolate fudge cake or the darling little Chinese take out box covered with red hearts filled with chocolate hearts on the front seat next to me. It was feelings of warmth having lived in the gracious world of days past for an afternoon. As I drove Charles was there singing again. And my body was moving with the melody and I could almost feel the arms of a man I loved around me, while we danced in the old fashioned way……………

Dance in the old fashioned way.
Won’t you stay in my arms
And let me feel your heart
Don’t let the music win
By dancing far apart.
Come close where you belong
Let’s hear our secret song.

Dance in the old fashioned way.
Won’t you stay in my arms
And we’ll discover highs
We never knew before
If we just close our eyes
And dance around the floor
That fine old fashioned way
That makes me love you more

Sing on Charles Aznavour, sing on……………….

https://youtu.be/2ujKZm2PlPY

By The Way
This blog was started to sell my new book and I keep going off on other topics. Please do check out The Beautiful Lady Was A Palace Eunuch at Amazon.com
Acknowledgement:
Kathleen Fetner, Technical Advisor and Friend
Categories My Life

The Internet Trail Led From a Vanderbilt Wife to Dracula’s Daughter in Rumania

by Beverley
February 11th, 2012

Like Judy Garland in Wizard of Oz I followed not the yellow brick road but the internet trail unhesitatingly and ended in Transylvania with lots of Hollywood studio extras in Rumanian costume and a light going on in Dracula’s castle. Now I should explain I have carefully avoided all the currently popular vampire movies. I have no idea who those young beautiful people are who star in them and have the young women swooning when I encounter their photographs in fashion magazines. But there I was propped up on pillows under two down comforters with Rennie snuggled next to me on a very cold morning in Santa Barbara, too comfortable to get out of bed to turn on the heater, watching a 1936 film in English with Rumanian translation coming through at the same time on my iPhone.

What truly fascinates me is how we get on these trails we follow that begin with the words GOOGLE! What led me to Dracula? In the case of Dracula it was an invitation from award winning social planner Merryl Brown to be an honorary committee member of the upcoming Royal Ball being put on by the Pacific Pride Foundation. I accepted of course. The costumes will be fabulous. I wouldn’t miss it. Plus I will help any group that works to cure the world of AIDS that has taken so many talented friends of mine starting with the great Rudolph Nureyev, as well as millions of other men and women around the world.

Now what’s that title of mine about a Vanderbilt wife? AIDS reminded me of the loss of a dear friend, the late Esme Hammond. Esme was the wife of John Hammond, the great grandson of William Henry Vanderbilt. Esme was life and laughter and then in a few quick days in 1986 she was gone. Doctors could not figure out what was wrong at the end. She had undergone cancer surgery recently but this appeared unrelated. Then a doctor in Philadelphia was consulted about her case and wondered if it could possibly be a new disease he was researching. It was. They traced the source of Esme’s AIDS to blood transfusions following her surgery. Lovely laughing kind Esme in her Charles James and Mainbocher wardrobe was gone from a transfusion of tainted blood. The New York Times announced the cause of death as pneumonia in her obit, but at the funeral her daughter by her first husband Robert W. Sarnoff, chairman of NBC & RCA, stood up and bravely let the world know the real cause. This alone made “straight” America sit up and acknowledge that the threat was theirs as well as the gay community’s. When at the end of 1986 a major magazine early after the horrendous disease first appeared in the United States had a cover of the 50 most famous/talented people to die that year of this new disease Esme O’Brien Hammond was the only woman on that cover.

Esme Hammond

Esme Hammond

So how did Esme take me to Transylvania? Lying in bed thinking about her and the last time we were together having tea in the Palace Hotel’s ornate dining room Esme told me of her pre-debutante days when she attended dancing classes in that room. After lunch she sent her driver on and took me on a walking tour of her youth pointing out places that had been important in her life. Then I couldn’t remember what year we lost Esme so I went to Google. Her obit came up, and lots about John Hammond who left Yale to settle in Harlem and go on to discover the greats of American Jazz — Aretha Franklin, Count Basie, Louis Armstrong, Lena Horne, Billie Holiday, a long long list. But a long blog about John’s great musical career is on the books for future By The Way.

Irving Townsend & John Hammond 1-23-77

Irving Townsend & John Hammond 1-23-77

And along with all these Hammond sites appeared sites on Lady Esme Hammond played by Hedda Hopper in Dracula’s Daughter. I had forgotten feared Hollywood gossip columnist Hopper had originally been an actress. Worth a look out of curiosity. Remember I’m ambling down the internet yellow brick trail. The beginning of this 1936 film was difficult because the vocal Rumanian translation (I’m assuming it is Rumanian — if any of you recognize it as another language please tell me) overrode the English. But enough English got through that it was possible to follow. And it was fun seeing Otto Kruger as a fairly young stuffy English doctor in London. I grew up with him playing Nazi generals in shiny boots carrying a riding crop.

Before I knew it I was snuggling deeper under my quilts watching the entire film on my iPhone. The London living rooms shown were lovely white Syrie Maugham-inspired rooms with lots of Art Deco which I love. One of the young actresses wore a typical 1930’s Hollywood white bias cut evening gown with a gigantic white fox cape and the obligatory orchid corsage and diamond bracelets. And another attraction was the leading lady who was named Gloria Holden, the same name of a very close contemporary friend of mine who to my knowledge has never been near Transylvania or a movie set. Of course the trail ultimately led from London to Transylvania and the climax in the cobweb strewn castle of the deceased dreaded Count Dracula with Otto Kruger arriving in an ancient horse-drawn carriage to rescue the……………………..

Well here watch it for yourselves. After a few minutes you will find you too can understand enough of the English to follow. But then the over-acting of some of the characters tells their whole story. Note also the wonderful Marlene Dietrich style lighting they have used. It’s actually a most amusing hour plus!

[Editor’s note: Unfortunately, the video has been blocked for copyright infringement. Here is a trailer for the movie.]

By The Way
This blog was started to sell my new book and I keep going off on other topics. Please do check out The Beautiful Lady Was A Palace Eunuch at Amazon.com
Acknowledgement:
Kathleen Fetner, Technical Advisor and Friend
Categories My Life

It’s Very Cold in Tokyo and Raining in Taipei

by Beverley
February 4th, 2012

My friend David Patrick Columbia generally starts off his daily report on his super popular New York Social Diary with a sort of weather report. “It’s a gray dreary day today” “Snow today….” Well I’m starting off with it’s been 85 degrees in Santa Barbara, the Flowering Pear tree is in full bloom as is my Flowering Cherry tree.

Natalie’s cherry blossom tree and in the background the redwood tree I bought in a five gallon can in 1974 and planted in that spot. It now towers over a three story building.

The latter is very special to me as the ashes of my beloved standard wirehair dachshund Natalie are buried there. When that tree bursts into glorious bloom with Monarch butterflies and bees fluttering around it and a neighborhood shiny blue hummingbird sipping from the pink blossoms it is Natalie coming back to say hello to me. But there is a very interesting story connected with Natalie being there that will be a whole blog in itself.

Whenever I’m thinking about weather reports the title of this blog today “It’s very cold in Tokyo and raining in Taipei” comes to mind. It goes back to the days when my daughter and I were a traveling team. I started traveling at the age of four with my parents:

My parents and me when I first started traveling

And I started taking her with me at about the same age. Here is our first travel adventure together in Honolulu in 1963.

Beverley & Tracey Jackson. Hawaii 1963.

A certain four year old and I on our first solo travel adventure Hawaii 1963

This picture reminds me of something she said when years later we landed in Bucharest after a flight of over 48 hours during the Cold War and our plane carrying just a very few of us, and needless to say she and I were the only Americans crazy enough to be going there at that time, was met by soldiers with bayonets and rifles pointed at us: “This certainly isn’t the way we’re greeted when we get off the plane in Oahu! They meet us there with floral leis!”

Well there I go getting off the subject again. Checking out weather reports. The first time we were going to Asia I read the weather reports and told her, “It’s very cold in Tokyo and raining in Taipei.” When she repeated it, emphasizing each word, it became a sort of chant and from then on whenever weather came up with it came the chant “It’s very cold in Tokyo and raining in Taipei.” And frequently when I go off to those areas now it still holds true. Try saying it in sort of sing song way and you’ll see what I mean.

And this all leads me to something I read in the New York Times today while lunching poolside at the Coral Casino Beach Club enjoying our beautiful weather. It was an article by Sharon LaFraniere titled Activists Crack China’s Wall of Denial About Air Pollution. My first thought was it’s about time!! When I first went to China in 1975 there wasn’t really a pollution problem. But within a few years I found that Peking I’d known with beautiful blue skies was now Beijing with smog that reminded me of Los Angeles when I was younger. However I never realized how really serious the problem was until a trip my friend Tamara Usher Kinsell and I took in October 2002. It was just after Zhang Yimou’s marvelous film Raise the Red Lantern had come out and I wanted to go see the mansion with the incredible roofs in that film. I researched and found out you had to go to Shanxi Province and stay in the city of Taiyuan and go out from there. Taiyaun proved to be a very large city in the middle of the major coal mining area of China and about the only person we found at the time who spoke any English was one phone operator in our Shanxi Grand Hotel. Tamara’s fluency in French, Italian, Russian and I don’t know what else was no help since she lacks Chinese and so do I. But somehow we got along with our language books and lots of pantomime.

Here is a scene from the movie “Raise the Red Lantern” that shows the amazing roofs.

I was so excited as we drove off for several hours into the countryside to see that glorious Qiao mansion, those incredible sweeping roofs. My first clue something wasn’t according to my plan was gigantic balloons flying high and an avenue of vendors selling tee shirts etc leading up to the the mansion as our car approached. We braved the mob scene and toured some the very grand house that was almost empty except for some imitations of fine old Chinese furniture. The Qiao mansion has 313 rooms, six major courtyards and 19 minor ones. And everything was jammed with Chinese tourists. But most importantly you couldn’t see those glorious rolling gray tile roofs I’d come all that way to see. You just couldn’t get an angle. I was pouting all the way back to Taiyuan and finally Tamara said, “Didn’t you realize that to get those angles they had to have cameras on cranes or take them from the air?” No I hadn’t realized. But with her son Kinka Usher a leading producer of commercials in Hollywood (the kind we’ll be seeing at the Super Bowl — the big league ones) Tamara had figured it out. Just wish she’d figured it out before we dragged thousands of miles to Taiyuan. Although one day we went to the ancient village of Pingyao, now a UNESCO World Heritage site, I’d wanted to see. Pingyao was once a town of rich merchants and financial center. Amazingly the magnificent city walls built in 1370 still survive as do their towers and the city gates. And we visited other incredible mansions in the general area, driving out each day in a different direction. It turned out that very successful pirates had gone from this remote area to the coast, made/stolen their fortunes and come home ultimately to their ancestral villages and built these gigantic compounds to prove their success.

Little boy in Pingyao

Little boy in Pingyao

Pingyao street scene

Pingyao street scene

A street scene in Pingyao

Well now to my point of this whole blog. It wasn’t until our departure plane flew out of Taiyuan that I realized we had been in a valley the entire time, surrounded by tall mountains. The smog had been so thick we never saw the mountains until we flew over them! Yes the New York Times article is right. The smog situation in China definitely needs some attention!

As a postcript, after going all that way for the first time in my photographing lifetime ALL except three of my photos from this journey got lost!

By The Way
This blog was started to sell my new book and I keep going off on other topics. Please do check out The Beautiful Lady Was A Palace Eunuch at Amazon.com
Acknowledgement:
Kathleen Fetner, Technical Advisor and Friend
Categories My Life
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