I think you had better sit down for this one. Gather your smelling salts or a good stiff Death in the Afternoon. For myself, I’ve been gorging on Napoleon torte from the Lithuanian Bakery ever since I’ve heard the news. Steady. It is time we
Tag: Storz Mansion
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As I had mentioned in Park Avenue Recollection, when I first saw the building at 501 Park Avenue, evidently, I took no great interest in it. Carelessness on my part but there were many eyefuls in the surrounding neighborhood, which claimed my
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There is one matter we need to discuss and for the life of me, I have no idea why I have not brought it up to this point. Ballrooms. Private ballrooms. Specifically, of the third floor nature. It is astonishing to
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I wish I could recapture a bit more from my child’s eye view of the large, Asian house. The memory is a tissue thin scrim of standing by the railed porch with my father and his friends, awaiting entrance to a blurred art opening. The ambiguous
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There was a time, not long ago when a small staff, including a cook and “a competent girl,” no doubt the nimble upstairs maid, oversaw the day-to-day function of the large Queen Anne at 3618 Farnam Street. I do like to picture that well-run
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When I was a little girl I was very close with my grandparents. On treasured weekends I would spend at their house, my grandmother would allow me to do most anything. This usually involved indulging in real cream and real butter and homemade