Archive for August, 2009
I have to say I have been privileged to have met some amazing people in my life. This past week was no exception. I had the wonderful opportunity to meet with Ambassador Hilario G. Davide, Jr., the Philippines Ambassador to the UN. As usual for me, I find myself in these situations silently asking myself, “How did I get here?” We had a great conversation about the work of Hope For Change and how I got involved working in the Philippines. The Ambassador is a well-respected man with many years of public service to his country. It was an honor for me to be in his presence and I was struck by his humility and hospitality, but then again, that is a trait of the Philippine people. I’m very grateful to the Ambassador for taking the time to meet with me and his offer to help. This meeting would not have taken place had it not been for his assistant Cecile who I met the previous week and arranged everything….thank you Cecile. I hope to visit the Consulate again in September after attending a celebration at St. Patrick’s Cathederal and hope to have more time to talk with the Ambassador and, who knows who else I might meet. Like Woody Allen said, “Sometimes you just have to show up.”
This is a week of reflection for me going back in memory to the summer of 1974. I’ve waited thirty-five years to tell this story linking historic American political events, my proximity to them, and a great American woman, Katharine Graham.
Known by year-round residents as simply the “Island,” the high-end real estate on Martha’s Vineyard’s was happliy being sold to high-end buyers. Katharine Graham, owner/publisher of The Washington Post, had purchased a large parcel of land located in West Tisbury, bearing the name Mohu. In 1974, this spectacular and storied property, at one time a visiting spot for Calvin Coolidge when he was governor of Massachusetts, boasted two-hundred eighteen acres with a fresh water pond complete with swans and a stretch of beach frontage bordering the West Tisbury Beach. A Vineyard company, Manley Tree Experts, had secured the prestigious contract to define the land thereby showcasing the magnificent views from the numerous decks and windows of the main house. My husband James was on the chainsaw-weilding crew reshaping the acreage of Mohu.
Dick Manley, a respected Certified Arborist, had been asked to recommend a young couple to “become year-round caretakers of Mohu.” Word got out among the tiny winter populace of the Island and the competition for this unique opportunity began. Dick recommended us. After successfully completing two interviews held in March of 1974 with Perry Wheeler, a renowned D.C. Landscape Architect, and Liz Hylton, Mrs. Graham’s personal assistant, we were hired. Talk about HOPE for CHANGE! No longer drained of our earnings by excessively high oil bills in our drafty Vineyard Haven rented house, we were now living in the newly refurbished caretaker’s house. With regular earnings from our duties caring for the buildings and grounds, we reaped an additional benefit – health insurance – quite a provision and blessing since I was pregnant. Living at Mohu had become our ”Camelot.”
For the next three summers, Mrs. Graham’s elegant entertaining events welcomed her friends and colleagues from the news, television, and publishing industries, and from her beloved Washington, D.C., to the lovely tranquillity of Mohu. Over the years I have thought of writing a book recounting some of the hilarious and, at times. not-so-hilarious escapades featuring her accomplished guests. For this article, I’ve chosen two memorable vignettes.
The first was the day we heard a knock on our door and Mrs. Graham’s voice calling, “Sarah, James …” and as Mrs. Graham stepped in we found ourselves and our ten-month old son, Timothy, face-to-face with Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis. Our mouths dropped open at the sight of our nation’s former First Lady, quite the auburn-haired beauty as reflected in her world renowned photographs. Without hesitation, Jackie pulled Timothy out of James’ arms, into her own, and exclaimed, “What a beautiful creature!” Several minutes of polite conversation followed and we parted company basking in the afterglow of having met Jacqueline Kennedy and completely impressed by her kindness and lovliness.
The second was the evening of August 8, 1974 when James came running hurriedly into our galley kitchen exclaiming, “Mrs. Graham is calling for you, Sarah!”
Speedily, James & I made our way to the main house and into the staff’s wing and kitchen. Sitting there were Mrs. Graham and her two personal maids, Dora and Lucy. ”I wanted you to see this…” she said to me pointing to the television. As I turned toward the television and the room hushed, all five of us sat and watched what had never been watched before - the televised resignation of an American President, Richard M. Nixon. History was being made and Mrs. Graham wanted to be sure that James and I didn’t miss the moment. Who would have ever thought that we’d be in the company of the one woman in American news journalism responsible for bringing down a US President.
Since my first meeting with her, Mrs. Graham has been an inspiration to me. Over these last thirty-five years, Mrs. Graham’s example of courage and leadership while overcoming personal tragedy and gender-prejudices has brought me HOPE for achievement of my dreams. Mrs. Graham was a champion for women moving forward with determination, vision, and assurance of their destiny. By her example, she has taught me to leave behind familiar parameters, CHANGE from within, and adopt and adapt to new frameworks for success. Mbele!
Sarah Anne Smith
Note: America’s “most trusted man” Walter Cronkite was often a favored guest of Mrs. Graham.
Things you have to do to get all the way to Africa and back.
I have at certain times accumualted a sizeable amount of Northwest/KLM World Perks frequent flyer miles. Sometimes those miles can get me about halfway through my trip to Africa and back (that’s been termed “Halfrica”).
The only direct flights from NYC to Kilimanjaro, Tanzania, which is is my destination, go through Amsterdam, Netherlands (obviously a very interesting place.) I originally was gong to alter this pic and tell you that is was me in Amsterdam trying to earn enough money to buy a ticket to get all the way back home. Obviously not true…….. I will tell you that I tossed this guy a few Euro for his ability to play Bach out of both nostrils at the same time. I mean, C’mon…….this was at about 10:00 a.m and he was playing Bach!
My other favotite guy was juggling firesticks and riding a unicycle over a ramp. All of this to say that you have to do what you have to do to get where you are going. Hopefully I won’t have to do either of these, but…………………………..thanks to all who have so faithfully helped me get back and forth to Africa. My heart is here (NY) and there in Africa. I think that there is room for both.
I may have to learn some kind of skill just in case………………………I have always wanted to be able to juggle FOUR objects at one time!
James R. Smith