I was pleased to see 19 pages dedicated to my subject in Louis-Geraud Castor and Willy Huybrechts’ coffee table book “Eyre de Lanux, An American Decorator in Paris”. The pleasant peek inside Alice’s friendship with Eyre was a little light, but it did reinforce this ongoing sketch that Alice left us with… unrequited loves, clandestine affairs and unnoted generosity.

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I studied the text of the book, hoping for deeper clues into their relationship and plunged back into my own “Eyre” file of letters between the two women to discover a deep friendship, authentic adoration, and a shared interest in travel. I had the delicious opportunity to read the Eyre de Lanux archive, housed at the Archives of American Art (twice!)and their scholarly Journal described the cache as:

“A remarkable assemblage of personal ephemera constituting something akin to…“an archive of feeling”. In diaries, letters photographs and sketches we find an archive of emotion that documents moments of intimacy, sexuality and love stretching from the 1920s to 1970s.”

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Between Alice sending Eyre a monthly allowance, she also sent short story anthologies, ‘postals’ from her trips around the world, newspaper clippings, sandals from Venezuela and a permanently pleated nightgown which was the newest thing in fashion. A favorite sentiment expressed in a 1964 letter, to be repeated by Alice several times over during a flurry of correspondence,

“Would you perhaps like to arrive in Florence by train, meet me, spend two days there, and motor down, not hurriedly to Rome, then time to rest of pleasantly and then the plane to Athens? – perhaps one week there and the plane back to Rome again, then where? Then a swim on one coast of the other – Is there anything nice on the Adriatic Coast? Shouldn’t one go and see? I think we will also have many swims during our week in Greece.”

And in Eyre’s exquisitely ornate dark felt pen script:

“If I can come to you at the perfect moment it, for me will be a happy thought.” And “I am tempted to say yes…what kind of clothes does one need? Where does the cruise leave from? I am deep in my book – but I remember the regret of not going to Russia with you!” Love, indeed, Eyre.

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Missing: “Turn of the Century”…..last seen in Weston, Conn. August 31, 1983

If there was ever any doubt (and I admit, there were indeed times when it seeped in) I finally found proof in Alice’s own handwriting,

August 9th, 1973: I have started to get at the ‘turn of the century’ memoirs that I am trying to do.  My biggest confusion is which episodes to put first and which next…

Ah-ha!…. tell me about it!  With the 1000s of letters, collections of daily calendars, boxes of pictures, slides and cards, I too often wonder which episodes of Alice’s most wonderfully colorful and attempted private life to put in which order.

Alice’s life was one full of travel, reading, entertaining, gardening, and culture spanning two World Wars, The Depression and The Midcentury. I have the voices of her friends, her tenants, and even her last secretary in my head from numerous interviews. Oh yes indeed, didn’t I tell you? “Miss Mac.” the elusive and last secretary of Miss DeLamar’s exists!  She lives! She remembers!  And she certainly had nice things to say about working for Miss DeLamar (despite hauling all of Alice’s personal belongings into trash bags the day Alice died) ….and yet she remained steadfast in a tight lipped refusal to tell me anything new or anything that could be “quoted”.  Although perhaps that furthers our case …there is indeed a load of secrets being kept out there.  When I recently, out of exasperation, asked sources point-blank and perhaps more forceful than in the past, “Where is the manuscript?” the faces inevitably turn away and the eyes avert.  What on earth are these people hiding??

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“I have known sadness and dark days but I still have dreams and once I walked on diamonds.” (Note found amongst Keith Ingermann’s estate)


Discovered at the age of 16 during a Palm Beach clothesline art exhibit in 1945, Keith Ingermann grew to become a favorite artist to former German Chancellor Helmut Kohl, Prince Rainier of Monaco, Baroness Pauline de Rothschild, and His Highness Maharana Bhagwat of Udaipur. With strikingly Hollywood good looks, charm, suave, wit and just the right amount of cattiness, Keith was every wealthy widow’s dream date.

IMG_4274Keith’s friends made up the Who’s Who of Monaco, San Remo, Palm Beach – and that included our dear Alice DeLamar. Keith and Alice traveled the world together and grew to become true friends, each appreciating each others’ quirks, eccentricities and sharing a love of beautiful things in the world…

“Alice was a very important person in my life and until the last day I will always love her and never stop being grateful for the life she made possible for me. Her help was not only financial but there was constant confidence, enthusiasm, and encouragement for me and my work.

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A year after Keith’s passing his closest friends extended great generosity and hospitality, allowing me to spend time in Keith’s studio reading letters, clippings, gallery catalogs and seeing his magnificent paintings on display and stacked away in cabinets and storage lockers.  Of course I was hunting for the manuscript and what I found, beyond clear indication of the depth of his friendship with Alice, was a most complex yet incredibly gifted and highly social man. His last show was du 20 juillet au 13 septembre 2007 at the Quai des restaurant in magical Monaco.

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Happy Birthday Alice!

Alice Antoinette DeLamar came into this world 120 years ago today. While I doubt she would have wanted any hubbub of a party and certainly not a surprise party (oh dear, that would have been rattling), I do imagine she would have been surrounded by The Madam, Aileen, Twig (pre-betrayal), a Jones sister or three, Petey, Ned, Dick, Ouida, Thad, George, Keith. Who am I kidding – there would have definitely been a party and in Palm Beach by the pool. Drinks in hand, clusters of chaise lounges alongside the palms, lunch al fresco, Limoges plates filling tables, accompanying silverware gleaming, a lot of gossip and someone with a Rolleiflex capturing the expressions, antics and the unwrapping of the gifts.  Just what would one buy Alice?  She treasured books, glass paperweights, paintings and flowers. She loved ashtrays from ships, hotels and restaurants too but she usually pocketed those herself.

This picture taken on property at South Ocean Boulevard, allows us a very rare view of Alice….her expression of freedom and happiness, almost a smile. I’d like to think there were more moments such as these for dear Alice over her 88 years.

In an April 23rd 1946 diary entry she wrote:

“Tues 23 – Birthday (51!) swam at Ocean House…Fished all afternoon in boat Katia chartered, caught 2 nice dolphins”

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The Long Island Country House

The challenging and short-lived father-daughter relationship between Alice and Joseph is certainly a worthy angle in writing Alice’s life story but even I had to question my motive in poking around Glen Cove one recent winter morning. Did I believe that by some miracle the missing manuscript would surface? A clue would emerge? A ghost would offer guidance or, more likely, further discouragement from revealing anything too detailed?  I drove to the end of Red Spring Lane and immediately noticed this section of remaining gate…

I was breathless. And not just because of the brisk air and piercing blue skies punctuating the vastness of the former DeLamar property and what must have been here all those decades ago. It was stunning – simply a magnificent piece of property fit for “The Silver King”. But then my eye caught an even better view of a DeLamar legacy to the land…

The “D” in the gate was still intact. Rough to the touch but still paying homage to who originally owned the Gates168 room mansion on 47 acres that in 1916 Joseph confidently predicted “Would stand 400 years!” The $4M French Classical Revival built by Charles P.H. Gilbert sadly went to auction in 1924 and “Sold!” for $682,126 to Mr Arthur Loew, Sr., son of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer founder Marcus Loew, only to be torn down in 1964.

I took one more look before driving over to the library which housed all historical documents for the Gold Coast mansions.  The librarian I spoke with in advance of my visit indicated there were “some files” on Pembroke that I was free to browse.  But upon walking in, introducing myself and trying to manage my expectations of what
would be in the files, what did I hear from said librarian?  “You won’t believe what we found yesterday!”  My heart stopped.  The ma….manu….manuscript perhaps? Close!  A box containing over 100 8×10 black and white photos of Pembroke, Joseph, Alice and a few ivory embroidered dinner napkins (weird but still very cool), menu cardstock (Joseph apparently liked ivory and gold).  And it was “found” in the archive drawers of the library.  Just like that….found, discovered, uncovered, revealed, after what? 90+ years since Joseph left the mansion?  A-ha! So there IS hope for the Alice manuscript…it’s just a matter of looking.


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“Rubbish written about my father…”

I’m all about the DeLamar name this week; likely because of a recent stay at the so aptly named, although unrelated, “DeLamar Hotel” in Connecticut. I picked through my Joseph file and decided I’d best glean some new and fresh information from all of this research – what did I discover about Joseph that would lead me to a clearer understanding of dear Alice? She states in typewritten letter written July 1975 on Weston CT stationary to a Palm Beach notable figure with annoyance that he was “helping perpetuate a rather outrageous myth…picked up from some journalist” advising him strongly to “steer clear of this sort of rubbish written about my father.  What was Joe’s story? He was indeed born in Amsterdam in 1943 with an ancestry of

joeAmbassadorship to England from Spain, and in 1775 as Ambassador to Holland where the family eventually settled. Joe was 1 of 7 children, his grandfather and father were bankers, and Joe’s love of adventure and his self reliance started early in life, running away from home as a small boy hiding in a Dutch vessel outward bound in the East India Trade. Once he left for America in 1859 Joe became a sea captain at the age of 23.  As America’s Successful Men of Affairs: The City of New York states in the year Alice was born, Joseph “had a singularly romantic and striking career…which should be given some account.” The Who’s Who in America Vol. 1 labelled him a capitalist, mine owner and operator, director and politician.  Investment gurus pegged Joe as one of a “speculative temperament and frequently active in the market” and all eyes were on his hitting of the literal mother lode in silver and gold mining in the late 1880’s.

Taciturn, secretive, stern and private he did manage to hook a Manhattan beauty as his wife in May 1893 at the Church of Heavenly Rest on the Upper East Side.  Off to Paris they ventured but Nellie Sands’ matrimonial aspirations and practices were less than credible.  Rushed to betrothal, wildly flirtatious and privileged, Nellie divorced Joe despite his highly cultured and pedigreed lifestyle – he was a member of the Lotus Club, New York Yacht Club (owning two beauties; “May” and “Sagitta”), art connoisseur and vast collector.  What was not to love?

The bottom line is that Joe was accomplished and notable – a true “American Monte Cristo” as the newspapers called him (in addition to the Mystery Man of Wall Street).  The trouble was he never had a close relationship with Alice, he was already 52 when Alice was born and she was thrust into a broken home at age 5.  Surrounded by Joe’s wealth, extravagance and aloofness did nothing to shape Alice into anything soft, feminine or emotional but rather endorsed her growth into a self-reliant, brave, curious, adventurous and yet somewhat androgynous young woman.  Mom had long disappeared, headmistress Clara Spence had helped out on the maternal side of the upbringing but Alice was essentially an orphan shortly after birth.  So who became her father figure? Who would have taught her about boys, romance, money management, politics and the ways of the world?

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Where the story began…

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Just what did I expect to find at Woodlawn, the most famous of New York cemeteries? I had a few hours tucked into a Saturday afternoon and it was on my way to JFK, so I asked myself, “Why not stop?” I had visited Alice’s grave in Palm Beach looking for answers; maybe Joseph could tell me something I didn’t already know.

I approached the security guard at the gate off of the busy Bronx intersection, realized my nerves were on high rev, and off I went in search of Joseph.  My instructions were to follow the white dotted pavement line circling the massive 400 acre property and watch for Park Avenue where the DeLamar plot was located (was it a coincidence that Alice had once owned 3 apartments on Park Avenue?). I couldn’t help but gape at the mausoleums lining the pathways, rubber necking at each passing name – Guggenheim, Julliard, La Guardia, Noguchi, Alice’s godfather William Sullivan Cromwell; large erect boxes and small buildings of varying shades of gray stone and cement closed up tight by gated doors and windows showing slivers of sunlight to illuminating the busts, tombs, epitaphs.

After a frustrating goose chase around the windy paths of Alpine, Maple, Pine…where on earth was Park Avenue?…I was eventually escorted by a security guard to the corner of Park and Spruce.  And there it was. I peeked through the iron gated door and held my breath.  I audited a hello – god knows why.  Out of respect I suppose. But as if Joseph was going to send me some signal as to where the manuscript was, or as if magically, sitting nonchalantly on top of Joe’s while marble coffin, would be the manuscript…just waiting for me. Miracles happen but I was clearly asking and hoping for too much.

I think for me this was the first true acknowledgement that Joe was indeed someone of import and prominence in New York City.  His peers, the bankers and mover shakers of NYC seemed to have all gained some press and notoriety but Joe had remained under the radar.  Yes there were scholarships created in his name, DeLamar towns and old mining sites, and that History Channel special “The Missing Heirs” that spoke of him.  But no other mention of DeLamar and so that was why, I now understood, Alice was encouraged to write his story.  Because it WAS a story and it had not yet been told. That sounded familiar…

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