I have fond memories of my late cousin, Sara Giles Moore. Her husband, Ray, was not as rich as a Rockefeller, but was by far the richest person I knew. Sara was a major contributor to the High Museum of Art in Atlanta, and loaned or donated many art works that she had collected during her world travels. She also had a biting wit.
We had a cousins’ weekend at her home on Tuxedo Road in Atlanta. She had donated a huge silk oriental rug to the museum. The museum built a separate wing for it. We went to the opening, and the rug was surrounded by velvet ropes on stanchions so the guests could walk around it without touching. She leaned over to me and said “Wonder what they would say if I told them I wanted it back?”
On another visit, our daughter June was with us. I wanted her to really experience the house, which was a showcase. On a servant’s night out, we were getting ready to eat take-out lobster. Sara and went down to the wine cellar to select a proper wine while someone popped a try of rolls in the oven. When the smoke alarm went off, we ran upstairs and found that June had taken the burning rolls out the kitchen door, setting off a burglar alarm. After turning off the alarms, Sara came out back with us while the smoke cleared. June asked her where the garbage can was, so she could dump the rolls. She said “I really have no idea.” She had lived there for over forty years.
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When Julia Child prepared her first turkey for roasting she put it in the oven on a silver platter. The platter melted but undaunted Julia went on to greater works, sharing her skill and laughter. Thanks again for savoring humor.
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