Chapters (55)
- Cover
- Other Titles
- Dedication
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
One foot in front of the other.
Don’t trip or get caught by a fallen branch or an uprising root.
Don’t let loose stones roll your feet out from under you and twist your ankle.
Slowly. And step and step.
Breathe. And breathe.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
A GYPSY QUEEN IN A FAIRY TALE
“They used to race ice yachts on the Hudson River.
The Roosevelts, the Rockefellers, the Astors, the Livingstons. Not ice boats. Ice yachts. Sixty-eight-foot-long.
A thousand feet of sail. Eighty miles an hour. The fastest vehicles on Earth back in the nineteenth century.”
LARRY BEINHART, WHERE WE’VE BEEN
THE EAST BANK OF THE Hudson River was a gold coast as rich as the North Shore of Long Island where F. Scott Fitzgerald set The Great Gatsby. A low ridge runs parallel to the water. The Astors, Rockefellers, Vanderbilts, Roosevelts, and Livingstons built mansion after mansion from Westchester to Albany along that highline. They were landscaped in emulation of England’s stately homes. The trees were cleared for the view, except, always, for a few that would stand in isolated grandeur. The forests were replaced with vast lawns, immaculately groomed green carpets covering the slopes down to the water. Often formal gardens, large and small, were added. With gardeners to keep the shrubs and flowers as watered, fed, trimmed, and primped as their owners.
That Gilded Age is gone, but their side of the river still seems tidier, more kempt, better mannered, than our side.
I picked up Allison from Rhinecliff station.
She asked me if we could stop by Bard, for fifteen minutes or so, on the way.
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Bard is about eight miles straight north from the station, on Route 103, a two-lane local road.
Almost everything you’d see on your left, toward the river, is the land of the great estates. You pass Ferncliff. Now a nursing home. You cross 199, which would take you to the bridge over to Kingston. Poet’s Walk is next. Then Rokeby Mansion, owned by the Astors and Livingstons, and still occupied by their heirs, but shabby with the paint peeling from the walls. Then there’s Union Theological Seminary, completely hidden away, originally owned by the Livingstons, who sold it to John D. Rockefeller so he could build a monastery for the Christian Brothers. Then it went to Rev. Sun Myung Moon for his Unification Church. It’s currently on the market for $17,000,000 or so. Edgewater, another Livingston mansion is nearby. It belonged to Gore Vidal from 1950 to 1969. A smaller mansion, Sylvania is the next property to the north.
Then there’s Montgomery Place, which Bard had recently purchased, to add to the next two, Ward Manor and Blithewood, which make up the college campus. Blithewood Mansion is now the Levy Economics Institute.
“You said you were on the verge of graduation.”
“Yes, about a semester to go.”
“I have a question…”