Had a splendid Christmas. Got piles of books I'd asked Santa for, and a handful of Barnes & Noble gift certificates! Boxes and boxes of chocolates to go with the reading. Lots of soaps and bath powders in my favorite Nantucket Briar scent by Crabtree & Evelyn, as well. Lovely flowers were delivered. Daughter Debi served up a scrumptious Christmas Eve roast beef dinner, followed by a terrific breakfast prior to opening stockings the next morning. Heaven!
One book I am looking forward to is "WAIT FOR ME." Am old enough to have followed the Mitford sisters all of my life, and can tell you almost everything about each (and bore you to tears for simply hours and hours!). Some of you will remember Nancy Mitford, the eldest, who wrote such uproariously funny memoirs that were made into films. Then Jessica Mitford, of course, who left Great Britain and became a Californian and gave us a number of books including "An American Way of Death."
Of the six, only the youngest is still alive, and she 92. She married a young man of the same aristocratic nobility class as her own; a second son. Kathleen Kennedy, Jack and Bobby and Ted's sister, married the elder brother, who was slated to inherit the title. "Kick" Kennedy's family very much opposed to the match, as he was not Roman Catholic. They'd only been married about 5 weeks when his plane crashed, killing him. This was World War II. A plane she was in went down within, I think it was weeks, or at least months. Whoops! Deborah Mitford found herself the future Duchess of Devonshire and owner of Chatsworth.
Well, now she is the Dowager Duchess; her husband dead and her son the Duke. And she has written these perfectly delightful stories down and I can hardly wait to get into them. Saw her on Charlie Rose just last week. Cheerio!