Rebecca

Alfred Hitchcock's 'Rebecca' from 1940 featuring the fictious Manderley mansion.

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The Frick

The Frick in Manhattan tops my list of 'favorite museums'. The Fricks' Manhattan residence is a fabulous joy to explore and and a delight to behold. Mr. Frick had a sublime sense of beauty coupled with exquisite taste.  He possessed the money to see his unique vision take root in reality as well as the generosity of spirit to leave it to the public.
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If you are thinking of visiting the Frick, check the times and hours here: http://www.frick.org/
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To experience the unique magnificence that 'is' the Frick, put on your favorite music, and take a virtual tour here:
http://www.googleartproject.com/museums/frick

In the photograph, the Frick is temporarily set up for a very special party.  When I visit the Frick, that is the way I always think of it.  I imagine it as it 'was' when it was a familiar family home; filled with light and laughter and love.

Gratitude Attitude

Deciding to do something unusual this Thanksgiving, we joined a surprising number of other townsfolk who had the same idea, and headed over to a stately local mansion to enjoy the bounty of nature's munificence and the welcome gift of unseasonably warm weather.

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The elegant Marshall Field Estate is located on a tiny isolated spit of land in our neighborhood called Lloyds Neck. On the cusp of Lloyd Harbor, it calls an ungodly amount of rolling green acres its own; containing a still working equine stables, a once functioning dairy farm, a restored red brick high walled secret garden, destroyed decayed and shattered greenhouses, an enormous Winter Cottage, a equally huge Summer Cottage, and all manner of servants' quarters housing that I always lust to live in. All of this is in addition to the main brick Mansion itself which proudly overlooks the Sound to Connecticut beyond.

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Our five mile walk began at the large white New England style dairy farm and took us through extraordinarily colorful lush fragrant woodlands redolant of salt and fallen leaves, past the main Mansion, all the way to the gently lapping waters of the Sound. We completely enjoyed encountering all manner of wildlife including a threateningly vigilant rather large hawk. We were grateful that we were not on his menu for Thanksgiving dinner.

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It was a picture perfect day. What is that first picture you ask? Why, that is the very soft nose of the very large horse who came over to kiss me.