Driving up the road from a funeral in Co Wexford this afternoon, I listened to the afternoon play on BBC Radio 4.
It was about Harpo Marx, the silent of the brothers, visiting the
At the end of the play there was a historical postscript describing how the ambassador had left
It was at that point, just before the three o’clock news on the BBC that I realised that a lady I had visited in an Alzheimer’s Clinic for seven years was the daughter of the same man. I had been told her father had been American ambassador to France just before the war, but assuming diplomats to be low profile, discreet characters, I assumed her life had been run of the mill.
Checking through her father’s biography made astonishing reading; it was a life lived in the fastest lane in the most colourful style. Her mother had been the inspiration behind the film Reds starring Diane Keaton and Warren Beatty. The marriage had broken up and her mother had spent her remaining years trying to communicate with her daughter who was in the ambassador’s custody. When
The ambassador’s daughter had married three times and had lived across the world. If the lady who sits each day vacantly staring could recall one fraction of her history, what a story she could tell.