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I Got More Than I Asked For!

by Beverley
April 5th, 2012

In casual conversation I commented, “Everyone seems to have had a tour of Santa Barbara’s fabulous new Cottage Hospital except me.”

Well I got it!!! More than I asked for.

It wasn't the regular tour I expected

It wasn't the regular tour I expected

There are small sitting/dining areas off each bedroom. This is my view from there. Even a stream flowing by beneath my window

There are small sitting/dining areas off each bedroom. This is my view from there. Even a stream flowing by beneath my window

There are all the hospitally things that could be needed

There are all the hospitally things that could be needed

I'm not being deprived of getting my daily NCSI. A huge screen across from my bed

I'm not being deprived of getting my daily NCSI. A huge screen across from my bed

Food is excellent. Vegetables nice & crispy. However you can't get your filet cooked rare.

Food is excellent. Vegetables nice & crispy. However you can't get your filet cooked rare.

J. J. Mitchell photographed a small Farmers Market for me in the garden outside my window

J. J. Mitchell photographed a small Farmers Market for me in the garden outside my window

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These long halls were filled with more devoted friends than I can name coming & going. I cannot express my gratitude.

Every time I open my eyes I find a dear caring friend sitting there. Patty de Gramont was holding all this beautiful springtime in her arms when I opened my eyes to find her.

Patty de Gramont came out from behind the mass of my favorite daffodils.

J.J. Mitchell was there guarding his Aunt Bubbly even when his ever faithful mother Susie was in attendance.

Clarisa Ru from San Marino was there on one awakening. And she brought me something very special

Everyone has been so wonderful to me — dear longtime friends, smiling new friends from staff. Unfortunately this isn’t the end of this experience. Today I face several hours surgery and ultimately move on to Rehab where new faces and experiences await.

Susie & J J Mitchell don't leave my side. Expecting to wake up on operating table & see their eyes above masks looking over surgeons shoulders still protecting Aunt Bubbly.

One thing moving with me will be my dear little Fluffy whom Clarisa Ru brought to cheer me up. And he makes me smile indeed.

So until Fluffy and I get back to you…

We send Happy Easter Greetings. And I hope we are back soon.

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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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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……………….

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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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
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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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