Dames of Old.
By Uncle Monty at Paris.
Photos & Graphics By Alex Albion.
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One old dame or old lady was at age 104 when she
died. The other dame was age 94 when she died, too.
And, both of them passed away within days of each
other. The 104 year old dame was an American. While
the 94 year old was British. Both were born around the
second decade of the 20th century. And, both died in
the second decade of this 21st century. They never
knew of each other, but their unusual obituaries
appeared on both sides of the Atlantic, or
the Big Pond, just last week.
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The two dames of old were Huguette Clark and Leonora
Carrington, respectively. Their last names each began
with the letter C. Both of them were Caucasian, of
course! Along with having classical English surname
names - Clark & Carrington:
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Their unusual lives couldn't have been in such a sharp
contrast to each other, other than both of them first
came from old money and stratified social class of
bygone days of many years ago. Both ladies or dames
of old just fascinated me as I read their interesting obits,
although I wouldn't want to have lived either of their
lives for my own other than to have personally known
each of them at some point that was, of course, never
to be for me in my own life nor in theirs. Not until I
had first read their obits, had I ever heard of them
or their names before.
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As for old, old, age, I also wouldn't want to live
as long as them if given a personal choice unless at
their age I was still as good, as fit, and as well as I
feel today, physically, psychologically and emotion-
ally. Plus, if I was financially as secure as them.
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Painting: La Dame Ovale. By Leonora Carrington.
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I neither desire nor envy their lives although I am fas-
cinated, too, by the sheer contrast between them in
the life of Huguette Clark and in the life of Leonora
Carrington. Or the other way around of Leonora and
Huguette. What fascinates me most about them, aside
from them being simply old ladies or dames of old, is
wondering how life's influences affected them personally
and/or how they affected their own lives by what they
did or didn't do as they lived for nine decades or
more each upon a time. By human stardards that's
a long time, but by earthly standards it is a mere
faction of second in world time.
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Although they lived long, they have come and gone
like all life is to be forgotten by other humanity all
too quickly. The only people who will seem to re-
member them for any time beyond their graves will
be the relatives left behind and the probate courts
and, of course, the shark and sharp and\shyster
lawyers, who no doubt make alot of money of
wealthy dead people like very super-rich
Huguette Clark.
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Let me give you a chance for you to now read their
full obits of the dames of old that was written sep-
arately about Huguette Clark by Rachel Quigley
and Ed Pilkington. And the life of Leonora
Carrington by Joanna Moorland, who was
her great aunt.
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By Rachel Quigley.
"In the same way she spent most of her life, Huguette Clark
was buried in solitude. At the ceremony today at the family
mausoleum in New York's Bronx district, the only people
present were funeral home employees. Her relatives were
barred from attending by Ms Clark's lawyer Wallace
'Wally' Bock who, along with Clark's accountant, is
under investigation by the Manhattan district attorney,
who is looking into the handling of her copper mining
fortune, estimated at $500 million."
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In death as in life: Reclusive mining fortune heiress
Huguette Clark is buried in secret with her family
banned from the ceremony.
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By Joanna Moorhead.
"Soon after her coming-out ball at the Ritz hotel in London,
Leonora Carrington, aged 20, went to see her father with
some shocking news. She had fallen in love with the 46-year-
old, married, surrealist painter Max Ernst. She intended to
move to Paris with him and pursue a career as an artist.
Her horrified father said two things to her: an injunction
never again to darken his door, and a prediction that she
would die penniless in a garret, as artists (in his opinion)
inevitably did."
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Leonora Carrington Obituary.
English surrealist painter and sculptor regarded
as a national treasure in Mexico.
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By Ed Pilkington.
"For 80 years her life was set in aspic, preserved as if in a
time warp in an ever-shrinking social world that ended with
her death this week aged 104 in a hospital room accompanied
only by the nurses caring for her and her beloved French
dolls. But Huguette Clark leaves behind her a fortune
estimated as at least $500m (£307m) and a story of
eccentricity and loss anchored in another age."
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Huguette Clark: New York's billionaire recluse dies,
aged 104. Manhattan heiress to copper fortune
'made Howard Hughes seem outgoing'
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2011/may/25/huguette-clark-manhattan-recluse-dies
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2011/may/25/huguette-clark-manhattan-recluse-dies
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Whatever their lives and whatever our own maybe,
we all live by the grace and will of God, I do believe.
Whatever their lives and whatever our own maybe,
we all live by the grace and will of God, I do believe.
Life's fortunes and misfortunes will come and go.
Yet by the end of the day we stand alone to face
our death and our maker that will take us to an-
other orbit not of our own making just like the
other orbit not of our own making just like the
world we live in today that is not of our own
making. Although our personal and individual
lives are often of our own making or by life's
circumstances beyond our control or even
our destiny. Give thanks for what we have for
whatever we have we yet only have for a short
time for nothing we have is permanent just like
life itself. In the end, we have only a carcuss
of dead human flesh and that rots away pretty
fast, too. We are left bare like the trees of
winter and frozen stiff beneath the clay of the
closed coffin or scattered forevermore from
the urn of our ashes and blown away at the
first gust of almighty breeze. We will be seen
of dead human flesh and that rots away pretty
fast, too. We are left bare like the trees of
winter and frozen stiff beneath the clay of the
closed coffin or scattered forevermore from
the urn of our ashes and blown away at the
first gust of almighty breeze. We will be seen
no more nor heard nor fed nor ever to come
again ... Our human existence has been but
a speck of specks and nothing more. And at
our death, thousands more are born to a world
living and waiting in death come the
next New Morn.
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again ... Our human existence has been but
a speck of specks and nothing more. And at
our death, thousands more are born to a world
living and waiting in death come the
next New Morn.
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Have a 2-in-1 Blessed Day,
Uncle Monty At Paris.
+Rogation Sunday & Oak Apple Day, 2011.
And, Memorial Day Weekend, USA.
And, Memorial Day Weekend, USA.
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Rogation Day at St. Thomas' Episcopal (Anglican) Church,
Washington, D.C, Where I Regularly Attended, 2oo5.
Washington, D.C, Where I Regularly Attended, 2oo5.
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By Uncle Monty. Coming Shortly ...
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