I LOVE Entertaining Mom! She is so chic and kind. That is what I love about the blog world....I always wanted a pen pal as a young girl. Now I have all of you. We've become friends here and everywhere. She is so supportive, and ALWAYS makes me laugh! To read more: click here
So I had to have her as a preppy guest blogger because she has had a fascinating life! When I meet someone I admire I want to study them (I guess that is the Anthropologist in me) and find out EVERYTHING.
So I had to ask, Who embodies what you want to be when you grow up, style wise? or for any reason.
"My Grandmother (maternal side) embodies everything I want to be when I grow up. She was grace; she was elegance; she was style and she was class. And she was a warm person who cared about others. When she was in her late 30s/early 40s her husband passed away. Her children were grown and in college (Mom at Skidmore, uncle at Princeton before he got booted!!!) and she decided, just like that, that she was going to leave her little, comfortable society life and move to Paris to start all over again. This is extraordinary in any terms, but when you factor in the fact that a few years earlier she nearly lost her own life to Polio and was now in a wheelchair, paralyzed from the waist down, and she still managed to pack up and move across the Great Pond is truly inspirational. She bought herself a pied a terre in Paris on the Seine! She met a few wonderful (and famous) people there. One such person was Thornton Wilder, author of many fabulous stories and plays, including another favorite of mine, Our Town.
My grandmother was sitting at a café one day minding her own business when a handsome and very distinguished gentleman asked her, in terrible French, if she had a light for his cigarette. She replied, in English (!) that she didn’t. After small talk he introduced himself to her. Her jaw fell to the ground as she gasped. “I thought you were dead!” They shared a chuckle and many more over the years. My grandmother told Mr. Wilder that she had to quit smoking while she was in the Iron Lung. She would reward herself with one when her first grandchild was born. They remained lifelong friends. Shortly after I was born, there arrived in the mailbox a post card that read “Congratulations, La Jolie Grandmere!” She must have mentioned that cigarette… anyhow, while I knew nothing of Mr. Wilder, he knew of me!!! (After I was born she smoked one Gauloise ( extremely strong, unfiltered) cigarette daily.
It was in Paris that my grandmother would meet and marry an MGM movie executive and they would move to and settle in Cannes for many, many years."
OK! I officially want to be her too when I grow up. She is beyond! EM Thank you for sharing with us. XOXO