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with Rodrigo de Zayas and his wife Anne Perret, a noted
scholar, author of philosophical essays and accomplished lute player
with excellent recordings at his Madrid home. Rodrigo is a distant
cousin and his father was the noted art expert Marius de Zayas who
had a famous gallery with Alfred Stieglitz in New York City. |
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My dad at the gate of the family house on Calle Zayas
in Ecija, Andalucia, in June 1971. Note the family crest over the
balcony door |
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"My heart leaps up when I behold
a rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
so be it when I shall grow old,
or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man, and
I could wish my days to be
bound each to each by natural piety." William Wordsworth
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at the beachhouse in April 1954 -- my sister Vicky,
my brother Pepin, my mother, the eternal doggie, and yours truly. |
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At home on the terrace, 1958 . my father, my grandmother,
my great uncle and my mother |
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The beach house where I spent so many vacations and
saw sea turtles laying eggs and the little ones being born before
sunrise and then rush to the shore to disappear in the waves |
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At home in Chicago, Winter 1963. Funny, I still wear
penny-loafers and white socks |
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On the shore of Lake Michigan in Chicago with my best
friend from high school, Bill Dunker, on a lazy Sunday afternoon in
May 1963 |
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On 17 March 2007 in our backyard, with thousands
of primaveras in bloom. They are just wild -- we never planted them.
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Our street in February 2007. I decided not to drive
to the Geneva School of Diplomacy, but to walk it. |
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Martin's 18th birthday, trying out his first Cohiba.
At right Martin's sister Katherina |
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Martin under the wild plum tree in our garden, April
2004 |
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At Martin Andrysek's exhibit at the International School
in Founex-Geneva. The painting behind me now hangs in our guest room
on the ground floor |
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gourmet and gourmand (1986) |
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home (October 1998) |
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