Fondly remembering the Boston blizzard of 1978. Despite a statewide ban on driving, my mother hung a red tea towel flag from her antenna and drove around in the snow in her nightgown and her mink coat. Because, of course, the ordinary rules of life didn’t apply to her.
Monthly Archives: February 2013
Oprah’s WINTER READING: “New Memoirs So Powerful They’ll Turn Your Life Inside Out”
“We had been living in the Dakota, the late nineteenth-century, neo-gothic apartment house at the corner of Seventy-Second Street and Central Park West, for about a year and a half. And while I would later think of the place – the setting for the film “Rosemary’s Baby” and the future and final home of John Lennon – as a glamorous backdrop for my mother’s tumultuous second marriage and divorce, at the time it was just our rather large and wonderfully spooky apartment, in which I was about to find myself awakened by my mother’s rescuers.”
Chanel Bonfire
Our beloved Maudie in the kitchen on Park Avenue…
“The elevator man walked by with another suitcase and our cat, Maudie, in her carrier, yowling like an angry baby. Maudie was a chocolate-point Siamese and always meowed loudly like a person who wouldn’t be ignored.” Chanel Bonfire
Note the unglamorous, pre-Martha Stewart, surroundings. Before the 70s, only cooks and children spent any time in Park Avenue kitchens.