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Entertaining Can be Entertaining for the Hosts Too

by Beverley
March 30th, 2012
Beverley Jackson. Party March 2012

I put on a clean starched white shirt and some of the beads I make but I forgot to put on…………………

Searching through the wall of cookbooks for a particular book I came upon a Clarkston Potter book by the late Nan Kempner called R.S.V.P published in 2000. Not having looked at it since 2000 I took it down and perused it with great interest. I met the late Mrs. Kempner on only two occasions. Once when the late Esme Hammond, about whom I blogged recently, and I upon finishing luncheon at Mortimer’s in New York joined Esme’s cousin Gloria Vanderbilt, the late Mrs. Charlie Chaplin and Nan Kempner at their table for dessert. Well, Nan Kempner ate most of my dessert, but I learned later from Esme her fork in your food was not unusual. And it did save me unneeded calories! The other time we met was for a panel discussion on entertaining for a group in Beverly Hills. I can’t remember too much about it. Mrs. David Begleman was one other woman on the panel. I remember her because her Hollywood producer husband was making lots of news at the time. I was there because Dale Kern, then West Coast editor for W Magazine whose territory stretched all the way to Hong Kong, had just done a feature story “Montecito, A Place of Quiet Money” and I’d been mentioned as “primo hostess of Montecito”.

R.S.V.P. is an interesting book with surprisingly good recipes, lovely pictures and covers all types of parties hosted by well known hostesses around the world. There’s a luncheon in Deauville, France hosted by Countess Anne d’Ornano with a sea scallop salad on my list to try. Princess Marie-Chantal of Greece has a grapefruit gazpacho with mint that next August for Santa Barbara Fiesta is going to be a wonderful variation on ever popular gazpacho every time I entertain.

GRAPEFRUIT AND MINT GAZPACHO

1 cucumber peeled, seeded, and finely diced
2 tomatoes, cored and finely diced
1/2 cup finely diced celery
1/2 cup finely diced red bell pepper
1 scallion (white and green parts) diced
1-1/2 cups fresh grapefruit juice
2 tablespoons chopped fresh mint
2 tablespoons chopped fresh flat-leaf parsley

Reserve 1 tablespoon each of finely diced cucumber, tomato, celery, bell pepper and scallions from the vegetable mixture.

In a large bowl, combine the grapefruit juice with the remaining vegetables and the mint and parsley. Mix well, cover, and refrigerate for 1 hour to blend the flavors.

Working in batches transfer the chilled soup to the bowls of a food processor and puree until smooth. Divide the soup among 6 soup bowls and garnish with the diced vegetables.

Designer Valentino contributed the recipe for Caprese Cake, a specialty of the island of Capri where I enjoyed it almost daily the month I spent there years ago.

CAPRESE CAKE

10 tablespoons (1-1/4 sticks) unsalted butter, plus extra for greasing the pan
Flour for dusting the pan
2-1/2 ounces mini melba toasts
2 tablespoons margarine
5 large eggs
1 /4 cup sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
pinch of salt
1 cup ground almonds
1 pound bittersweet chocolate, grated, plus more for garnish
Confectioners sugar for garnish

Preheat the over to 350F.
Grease a 10 inch round springform pan with extra butter and dust it with flour. Place the Melba toasts in the bowl of a food processor. Pulse until finely crushed.

In a small saucepan, melt the 10 tablespoons butter and the margarine over low heat. Set Aside.

In a medium mixing bowl beat the eggs and sugar until light and fluffy. Add the crushed toasts, baking powder, salt and almonds and stir to combine. Add the chocolate and the melted butter and margarine and mix together until blended. Pour the cake mixture into the prepared pan and bake for 50 to 55 minutes. A toothpick inserted into the center should come out almost clean. Cool the cake on a wire rack. Invert onto a serving plate and garnish with a sprinkle of confectioners’ sugar and grated chocolate.

There now, if you don’t have a Valentino red evening gown in your closet you can have a slice of his Caprese Cake on your plate.

Well I can talk about fancy dining and cooking but I have to say last week I gave a really fun party for about 30 and the only cooking I did was turn the oven on to 400°F and stick pans in and take them out! It was a very last minute event. About three days before I went to squeeze something into my freezer and there was no room for absolutely anything because it was filled with frozen hors d’oeuvres and homemade dim sum from my last big party.

So I decided — everyone I really like that I hear from via phone, email, letter the next three days gets invited for drinks Sunday night. Now that’s a new way to put together a guest list! And they all came!! There were no bartenders or waiters. No marketing. I had it all from dim sum to champagne. Linda Jackson and my darling granddaughter Haley Carrere passed the bamboo steamers filled with dim sum and platters with hot hors d’eouvres, everyone made/poured their own drinks and everyone had a ball because they all met new people. I think maybe that’s the way I’ll do it from now on.

Incidentally it was so casual I just put on a clean starched white shirt, threw some of the giant beads I make around my neck, clean black trousers and………… I didn’t know until Gerald Incandela sent me a photo from his iPhone camera the next morning I never did put on any shoes. But the barefoot hostess had a great time!

But I forgot to put on shoes!!!

But I forgot to put on shoes!!!

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

Ollie Carey was a Grand Old Dame but Wouldn’t Have Wanted to be a Grande Dame

by Beverley
March 25th, 2012
Ollie Carey

This photo of beloved Ollie Carey is one of my favorite photos of all the thousands I have taken in my life.

I certainly moved to Santa Barbara just in time — just in time for some fabulous people who will never be equaled again.  Just in time to see how life was enjoyed in the grand old Montecito mansions fully staffed from butler to chef.  My favorite people were all much older than I.  They’d lived lives that could never be duplicated in today’s messed up world.  They lived life to the fullest but had human compassion.  And they generously took a new young divorcee into their open arms and shared their world and affection with her.  And I truly loved them in return.

At the top of my list is a woman who when I knew her lived in a tiny pink house covered with vines and surrounded by ever blooming hibiscus trees on a big ranch, many thousand acres, in Carpentaria, California.  During an earlier stage of her life she’d lived in the late Rudolph Valentino’s famed mansion Falcon’s Lair.   Vast avocado orchards and lemon groves surrounded the little pink house.  And close by a huge reservoir that saved the many small ranch houses on the property and the fabulous lemon packing plant that had been converted into the chicest home filled with Tamayo paintings and great taste by ranch owner Irma Kellogg when a horrendous forest fire consumed the mountains behind and around it.  There’s another blog coming on that fire as I was at a party at painter Jack Baker’s house and studio on the ranch when the phone call came from the fire department the wildfire had broken the fire line at the mountain ridge and was racing down the hill.  “Get out fast!” was the order.

Bob Mitchum & Jan Sterling signed photo

Dorothy and Bob Mitchum were always at Ollie’s birthday parties. And Jan Sterling who lived for many years in London was there whenever she was in USA during the summer.

Irma had it in her legal documents that when the ranch was sold Ollie Carey would have her little pink house the rest of her life for $50 a month.  And that’s where she lived out her life.  And what a life it had been.  When I knew her the world came to her.  I’d drop in and find Richard Widmark or John Wayne or one of her many buddies from the past spread out in a big comfortable chair remembering the past with Ollie. And maybe drinking with her.  Ollie could drink with the best of them and did.  And generally had a cigarette burning. For her birthday each year Senator Barry Goldwater, wife Peggy and the whole family piled into RVs and drove over from Arizona to host Ollie’s birthday party, bringing all the provisions with them.  The party was held in a forest like area on the ranch and everyone was there from the ranch hands to the big Hollywood stars to baseball’s pitching great Sandy Koufax who would come with his in-laws Dick and Jeanne Widmark and wife Anne. Robert Mitchum, John Ireland, Stuart Whitman, Jane Russell, Dame Judith Anderson, and Mel Ferrer and Audrey Hepburn (when she was married to him) were all regulars.

Ollie's 80th birthday with Cappy, Dobe, Jack Baker

Ollie, daughter Cappy, son Dobe and friend Jack Baker at Ollie’s 80th birthday party

I got to know Ollie very well when she asked me to help her write her autobiography.  I’d head down to the little pink house, taking lunch with me for the two of us, and we’d work and laugh.  Oh how Ollie could throw back her head and belt out laughter.  It was wonderful  We actually came up with a good book I thought.  But we got turned down several times (what else is new for most authors!) and Ollie said, “To hell with it.”  She had one copy I think she tore up and I had one and it’s somewhere in the masses of papers stored in my garage and I have to find it I promise!

Article on young actress Olive Golden Fuller we all knew as Ollie

A publicity shot of Ollie in one of her early films

Ollie was born in New York City but she headed west to Hollywood at a very young age.  She told me that she was only 17 years old when she started living with the much older cowboy star Harry Carey.  Well, Harry was more than a cowboy star although that’s how he was known.  The son of a New York City judge and president of a sewing machine company, Harry was also a railway superintendent, author, lawyer and playwright.  And he had three years touring with a circus too!  Harry must have been quite a character.  Some of his escapades we had in Ollie’s book!!!!

The Barnett Bros Circus wagon photographed in the 1920s when Harry Carey was working with the circus.

Harry Carey starred in The Last of the Mohicans in 1934

Ollie and Harry lived on a ranch in San Francisquitao Canyon about 35 miles from Los Angeles.  It was the Saugus area where cowboy movies were shot in those days.  The ranch was big, about 1,200 acres, and they had a large group of Navajo Indians who lived and worked on the property and managed large herds of Navajo and Karakul sheep that grazed on the slopes of the mountains.  And they had a trading post store on the property.  Ollie would describe the Navajo religious ceremonies that took place on the ranch.  And speaking of living on the ranch, director John Ford and actor John Wayne lived there too sleeping in sleeping bags out front of the house joined by Ollie and Harry after a fire that started in the pump house destroyed the original wood frame farm house.  With their films shooting in that area it was practical and fun for sure to live with Ollie and Harry!

Ollie Carey Their trading store in Saugus, CA

Interior of trading store Ollie and Harry had in Saugus, California run by the Navajos who lived and worked on their ranch.

Harry was Ollie’s life.  She talked about Harry who died in 1947 to the day she died at 92 in 1988.  But she herself appeared in more than 50 films.  Her first was The Sorrowful Shore in 1913.  And now that all the people involved are gone I can tell an interesting story that proved how people loved Ollie.  I helped her with her mail etc. while we were working on the book since I was there almost daily.  I did notice that she lived basically on a check from the Motion Picture Home that always came the first of the month.  I would have expected it to come from Screen Actor’s Guild or something but not the Home.  But I never questioned it.  Some years after she had died I discovered a secret about that check and an interesting woman, Alice Irving.  We all knew Alice Irving who was quiet and shy.  She came from the East and had built a very modern home filled with a major contemporary art collection in Montecito.  I first knew her through volunteer work we both did at the Santa Barbara Museum of Art.  Alice Irving (her two names were usually spoken like one word) wore simple cotton dresses and sturdy shoes and gave no sign of the great wealth that was hers.  Well except for special events at the museum she might have a couple of  fantastic emeralds on her fingers perking up those cotton dresses with little collars and cuffs.  That was her idea of dressing up.  But about the secret I learned.  It seems she had given a large sum of money to the Motion Picture Home, part of it a donation to the Home and the remainder to be paid monthly to Olive Carey for the rest of her life with the understanding Ollie must always think it was from royalties for the films she made.  Ollie never suspected.  She really thought it was royalties for her films.  Alice Irving was a great lady of the old school.  Charity was done without notoriety.  It was done quietly from the heart.

Speaking of Ollie’s financial situation, one other envelope came the first of every month from famed film star Richard Widmark from wherever he was in the world.  In it was always a funny card and a hundred dollar bill and a comment like, “You probably need a new bra you old broad!” (Ollie never wore one) or “Bet you’re out of beer!”   And Ollie would throw back her head and roar with laughter and say something like, “I love that guy!”  And that guy and all of us really loved Ollie!

Ollie holding court

Ollie Carey and Mary Steele were always right there at the front table checking guests in for every Santa Barbara Museum of Art opening

Ollie dressed up, no Mu Mu, for some event.

Ollie and Jack Baker, neighbors and best friends, at one of Ollie’s birthday parties hosted by Peggy and Barry Goldwater every year

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

Leopards Aren’t Just In The Jungle Any More

by Beverley
March 17th, 2012

This beautiful short video of Cartier Jeweler’s new ad brought back many memories for me. As Cartier’s Leopard tore majestically through the snow of St. Petersburg followed by horses pulling a troika I remembered the 40 miles in deep snow driving from St. Petersburg to the Winter Palace and the incredible world of the past we found there.

And I remembered a rug for the floor in a pawn shop in Shanghai, China in February 1975. It was a large rug, possibly 15 feet by 15 feet, made entirely of magnificent Snow Leopard pelts. I was both sickened at the thought of those beautiful animals being slain only to be walked on and awed by the beauty of the rug. It was lined in deep red velvet and surrounded by a thick border of the same.

The man running the government pawn shop was anxious to get rid of it but there was no way I could have lived with it even if I could have brought it home on the plane and gotten it through U.S. customs. There were amazing items for sale in the pawn shop. Many left by fleeing Europeans in 1949 with the takeover by the Communist government. One thing I did buy was a beautiful Chinese opera headdress made of blue kingfisher feathers.

The Kingfisher Feather headdress I bought in the pawn shop in Shanghai in February 1975

Not knowing anything about my purchase, I sent a photo and query to Arts of Asia magazine and they answered in a future edition with the photo and comment “Mrs. Jackson was very fortunate to get into the pawn shop. A few short months after her visit a law was passed that no westerners could ever purchase from Chinese pawn shops again.” And they still can’t. This is good however since poor peasants will pawn everything they own to buy seeds to plant in spring, even their winter clothes and blankets, and hope that crops will be good and they will be able to get things back again.

Well the magnificent Leopard in the video has so far taken me back to St. Petersburg and old China and he has taken me to Paris as well. Now to present day Leopard business. Leopard prints once again were shown in so many of the Paris collections last week. Will designers never tire of the design?

About five years ago I weakened for a Snow Leopard (fake) purse in the window of a famous French designer’s boutique in the lobby of the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas. I was ashamed of spending so much on a purse. But considering I’ve carried it for almost five years and it’s still in style I guess I should give up the guilt!

Fortunately today all these items are made of silk and cotton prints or printed calf skin. In the 1960’s when Leopard coats were all the rage after Jackie Kennedy was photographed wearing one the animals were being slaughtered at a tremendous rate. One furrier admitted in 1967 that as many as eight pelts were needed to make a coat. Fortunately in 1970 U.S. state laws began being passed banning the sale of fur from Leopard, Cheetah, Snow Leopard, Tiger, Jaguar and two small spotted cats (Margay and Ocelot). The U.S. Endangered Species Act of 1973 finally cut off imports by adding the full species of most large and many small spotted cats. And many countries in Europe and elsewhere enacted domestic legislation to cut off the trade it items made of the cat furs. Sadly though illegal killing and trade goes on today in some countries. The use of various parts of the cats for medicinal products is one reason. I had the horrible experience of seeing a blanket spread on the ground in a parking lot where Asian tourists swarmed in late 1970’s in China selling items from endangered species still bleeding — bears paws etc. This prompted me to get involved with World Wildlife and other organizations. But if the demand and money are there the killing will continue. In our grandchildren’s world I am afraid all that will be left of these magnificent Leopards and other great cats will be videos like shown above or animals in cages in a zoo.

Rennie, I told you we weren’t going to show that! Why did you drag it out here?

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 Editorial, My Life

I Fell For Sneakers Before Models Were Falling In Stilettos

by Beverley
March 7th, 2012

Since you are still getting daily news about Paris collections Kathleen and I decided to post the advance written Sunday blog for you to ahead of time to read along with all the daily reports from Paris.

Big news out of the currently occurring Paris fall 2012 ready to wear collection was, Hussein Chalayan showed some of his collection with models wearing not the six inch stilettos heels that have had models falling off the runway but sneakers. Not those weird Alexander McQueen creations that Daphne Guinness and Lady Gaga stumble around in. But sneakers! For older generations, sneakers are glorified tennis shoes! Fashionista‘s important blog reports: “Every editor and fashion industry leader is running around Paris collections wearing sneakers.” Then Gwen Paltrow’s very good blog “GOOP” presented a pair of gold sneakers with information of where to purchase them. Today I received notice from Bergdorf Goodman that Lanvin has come out with a pair of gold sneakers with black patent toes for $725.00!

And I’m sitting back smiling to myself. In 2001 I was lecturing on Chinese footbinding and my then three year old book Splendid Slippers – A Thousand Years of an Erotic Tradition at San Francisco’s Legion of Honor Museum. The capacity audience was most attentive for my hour plus lecture and kept me there about 40 minutes more answering questions. Naturally this was all very flattering. But my feet hurt!!! I was wearing a fairly sensible pair of vintage Roger Vivier shoes from Paris many years before when the late Mr. Vivier had only one outlet, his area in the Christian Dior shop in Paris. Now the brand name has been sold and I have no idea who is behind the company. He had a heel that was very sensible for that time, I think it was called a French heel. But sensible or not, standing that long in one place — my feet hurt!

Leaving the museum I took a cab straight to the San Francisco branch of Saks Fifth Avenue and staggered into the shoe department. Collapsing into a chair I announced to the nice salesman who presented himself, “I want the most comfortable shoes you have in Saks. I don’t care what they look like.”

Beverley's Icon shoes

Beverley’s Icon shoes

More of my Icon shoe collection

More of my Icon shoe collection

“You’re in luck,” he replied. “We’ve just started carrying a new brand called Icon and the first shipment came in this morning. They are made of soft Italian leather and they have no heel.” He brought me the only pair in my size. They were very fine tennis shoes in my estimation, but the price a great deal more than the $35 I was used to paying for my canvas tennis shoes. I started to balk at the price, but meanwhile he slid my hurtin’ feet into the Icons and it was heaven. There is soft padding in the shoe so it’s like walking on foam. That Italian leather they used for the original Icons was almost as soft as glove leather. But I could feel good support. I walked out of the store in them and have been wearing Icons ever since. My friends go from one shoe fad to another and I just buy another pair of Icons when the seasons change and that womanly “I’ve got to have a new pair of shoes” feeling strikes.

My evening sneakers

My evening sneakers

More of my Icons. Didn't realize I had so many!!

More of my Icons. Didn’t realize I had so many!!

These aren’t Icons. They are Pumas. I just got creative and added crystals to make an evening shoe. I have lots of crystals because I’ve been spraying and “jeweling” canes for myself since i have to use one after a fall. Something surprising, I’ve noticed last few days Rennie doesn’t stand still near me when I’m working with crystals and Crazy Glue. Could she possibly think I’d stick crystals on her? Now I wonder how I’d do it if………..

Along the way four years ago Stuart Weitzman came out with gold, copper, silver python sneakers (tennis shoes!) So I got those too. And do they come in handy. Three years ago I was in San Francisco for the Asia Museum evening gala celebrating a special exhibition from Shanghai Museum. I took a favorite very fancy antique Chinese robe to wear for the event and I even dug out a pair of silver Vivier pumps to wear again just this once. That was the plan. However the hotel maid had moved a bedside table from where it had been the previous day and late at night I walked right into it and broke a toe. So much for high heel silver pumps. Luckily I had those silver Weitzman sneakers in the suitcase. So I went to the gala looking like an elegant Chinese princess, until you got to the feet clad in silver “tennis shoes”.

Now the rest of the world may be making a big discovery — fancy sneakers/tennis shoes are the new thing. But as the kids say, “Been there, done that” and I’m still doing it and will continue the rest of my life. Life is so much more pleasant ladies when your feet don’t hurt. Toss those red soled Louboutins and Manolas. Get comfy tennis shoes. Sorry, I mean sneakers.

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

Sometimes a Book Really Starts One Thinking

by Beverley
March 6th, 2012

While this title fits me, many people I know read nothing but classics or books destined to be classics or books of tremendous depth of some sort.  When I’m not reading books about China and doing research, I read biographies.  Being very people oriented I devour biographies. But I have to confess something.  I do love mysteries!  From old time Raymond Chandlers and my friend the late Ross McDonald (real name Ken Millar), I’m actually a character in his The Blue Hammer , to something like Bangkok 8 that has possibly the most frightening first page I’ve ever encountered.

But there are times when I see a cover I like or a title I like and I change course.  My latest course change is a small book The Company They Kept, Volume Two edited by Robert Silvers, a New York Review book.  This could in a way fall under “biography” if you stretched the point a bit. It is short stories of writers writing about unforgettable friendships.

When I picked it up and started to read late at night when all by CSI shows were over for the night — I watch them all.  NCSI being at the top of my list.  But CSI LA is close behind because I think LL Cool J is, well really cool.  I even taped The View one day because he was guest for the show.  That was an interesting experience.  I’d never seen it before. Those women really had him squirming with their language and topics of discussion.  But then I like CSI Miami too.  And CSI Las Vegas.  I’ve watched them all so often I  think I could perform an autopsy myself.

Speaking of which a couple of years ago I was flying home from Las Vegas, the friends I was with having driven home.  After going through the whole procedure and putting my clothes back on in the airport security area I was leaning over tying my shoe when a man next to me also doubled over tying his shoes said, “Where are you going?”

“Home to Santa Barbara,” I answered from my doubled over position.  “Where are you going?”  “Uganda,” was the reply.  Well was my curiosity set afire with that.  And my advice-giving mode.  “Have you had all your shots?” I asked.  He replied in the affirmative.  “And do you have lots of good antibiotics with you.  And things for cuts because they have so many germs we’re not used to.”  And again he answered in the affirmative.

Finally we were standing up and he introduced me to his traveling companion.  I fired the same questions at him but my first friend interrupted me saying that his colleague was also well prepared.  They’d made many trips to that part of the world.

“What do you two do?” I asked.  “I’m the coroner for Las Vegas and my colleague is head of the forensic lab.” came the astonishing reply.

When I regained my poise I said, “If you two were Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp I couldn’t be more excited.”  And I spent so much time asking them questions from all my time in the forensic lab on all my TV shows I nearly missed my plane!  Incidentally they spend their vacations in African countries training modern techniques to the local lab technicians etc.

Oh I do stray!  About the book……….  It was slow reading for me because I spent so much time writing down quotes I particularly liked in chapters such as “Virgil Thomson on Gertrude Stein” or Hector Bianciotti on Jorge Luis Borges one of my favorite South American writers.  Oh yes, I read them too.  But it was Sir Stephen Spender on W. H. Auden where I was really engrossed. Natasha and Stephen Spender came to stay at Chateau Mouton as guest of Baron Philippe de Rothschild several times when I was staying there.  Dinner conversation on those visits sometimes got away from me when they got on to poetry as Stephen was Poet Laureate of Great Britain and Philippe was a French poet of great note. Natasha, quite an intellectual as well, was a concert pianist.  In that crowd I became an excellent listener! Stephen had a fun side as well and some blog I’ll write about him coming to Santa Barbara for a lecture at University of California at Santa Barbara and my over-cooked leg of lamb and sweet German shepherd dog Jacqueline who terrified Stephen.

His chapter in the book is taken from an address he gave at the Cathedral Church, Oxford, on October 17, 1973 to memory of W. H. Auden.  He spoke of Auden reciting poetry by heart in an almost toneless, unemotional, quite unpoetical voice which submerged the intellectual meaning under the level horizontal line of the words.  “He would hold up a word or phrase like an isolate fragment or specimen chipped off the great granite cliff of language, where a tragic emotion could be compressed into a coldly joking word, as in certain phrases I recall him saying.  For instance, Pain has an element of blank or The icy precepts of respect………….”

Nice words. Good reading.  I really should conquer my addiction to CSIs and do more of it.  Oh I have to stop now.  Downton Abbey comes on in ten minutes.  I’m addicted to that too!

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
Beverley Jackson
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