"the" Mrs. Astor

Monday, September 19, 2011

A very sad account of The Baroness Seitzinger's last flight.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

I have been under the weather this week and literately spent most of it in bed. Pain in my back had traveled from my knees to my shoulders and, then, a gentle spirit gave me a handful of Vicodin, and the pain went away and the sleep came back. Sleep has always been a problem for me; my youngest brother died at the age of twenty-one from a little known sleep disorder. He could sleep at the most one hour a night and it gradually broke him down and he died.
Meanwhile, I spent much of my lucid time talking with Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish (the hefty one on the right) about what to do about that Baroness Seitzinger. One thought was to auction off all her belongings here and donate the money to a good charity, like the home for gay teenagers, Pridelines.

The continued barrage of pictures announcing her new residence and these pretensions have to stop. We decided to use our contacts at the Dept. of Defense to buy a drone to take her out if she doesn't cease her obvious intention of marrying a broke Earl so we would have to refer to her as "Lady" Seitzinger.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Baroness Sietzinger has been transferred to London where her company is paying $9,000 a month for her flat next to Kensington Palace. She has become unbearable with her pretensions; I am sure she is going to buy another title or marry into a penniless one. Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish says she is happy to be rid of her, but we know she needed the baroness to keep me in check.
The Baroness has even found a nearby pub that suits her idea of just where she is in her new society. She is unbearable.

Monday, September 05, 2011

My grandmother, Sarah Jane Gallagher du Bois of the Gallaghers of New London once told me "Manners are not the character, but they are the dress of character." It took this young girl a long time to understand what she meant, but it pretty much boiled down to ten points. So potent was this power over the world by the gentle sway of manners.
1. Learn to be gentle and patient.
2. Guard your temper and soften it by a sense of your own shortcomings.
3. Never speak or act in anger.
4. Never reply by angry word. It is the second word that makes the quarrel.
5. Learn to speak in a gentle tone of voice.
6. Learn to deny yourself and prefer others.
7. Learn to say kind and pleasant things when opportunity offers.
8. Avoid moods.
9. Do not neglect little things if they can affect the comfort of others in the
smallest degree.
10. And, remember that, valuable as the gift of speech is, silence is golden.

This was the basis of a gentle life in which concern for the self was second to that of others.

Thursday, September 01, 2011

My computer screen has been out for nearly a week; little did I did I know that all I had to do was the classic "unplug it and plug it back in". Sometimes the simplest answer to any problem.
Meanwhile, nothing has subsided here; this is supposed to be "off" season, but it seems to be on more than a chandelier at The Met.

Here, the ravishing Penny and the amazing Miss Vickie, attend the Pridelines Ball as Lady Penelope Anne von Schwisberg and The Count of von Schwisberg. There is always something happening here.

I have been working non-stop for ten days and am near collapse, but will go on.