It is with continued fascination I relive my life at Mrs.Beales Grey Gardens. Sultry summer evenings I would wander out to local farms, the few corner lamps would light cross roads, Attracting flying insects, mosquitoes, moths, and the sound of crickets. The bats would circle round the country lamps, and I would press untoward my most unusual, private world of Grey Gardens. Summer night’s sky would light the horizon, and only the outline of the great house could be seen. An early evening event always amused me, as Buster and his crew would walk on the very top of the roof. Off to one of the two chimneys. He was a very wise Raccoon. in that he nor any of his band , would ever carve thru the front of the roofs. If you see in the film only the front of the roof is left untouched, between both smoke stacks Once I found my self nearing my evening gallivanting, I would enter the great house the the rear of the mansion. My path was well worn and finding my army cot, and the night in the library a welcome sign. Yes it has been 45 years and Gardeners I still find myself fascinated.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 23:57:03 +0000
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