Duchess in DC / Duquesa en DC

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WHILE OBSESSING ABOUT THE GOINGS on in Washington D.C. and around the United States, I came across this photo of My Mother the Dowager Duchess, Labor Day Weekend, September 1947, when she was 20 years old. She was in Washington D.C. with one of her sisters and some friends the month before she and my father were married. She’s sitting beside the reflecting pool with the Lincoln Memorial in the background. The Orange Anus was only a year old at the time, but he was already perfecting his tantrums.

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MIENTRAS ESTABA OBSESIONADO CON LO que sucede en Washington D.C. y en los Estados Unidos, me encontré con esta foto de Mi Madre La Duquesa Viuda, el fin de semana del Día del Trabajo (Labor Day), septiembre de 1947, cuando ella tenía 20 años. Estuvo en Washington D.C. con una de sus hermanas y algunas amigas el mes antes de que ella y mi padre se casaran. Ella está sentada junto a la piscina reflectante con el Monumento a Lincoln al fondo. El ano naranja solo tenía un año en ese momento, pero ya estaba perfeccionando sus rabietas.

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26 thoughts on “Duchess in DC / Duquesa en DC”

  1. WOW! only 2 years after WWII. and only 8 years after marian anderson sang at the lincoln memorial. the orange anus’s mother should have swallowed.

    1. Bob:
      Yes, it surprises me how still and empty it seems to be. (Some genius kid could look at the reflection on the water and tell us what time of day it was.)

  2. THAT’S a new take of on the ‘arrested development’ child!! lol
    Guess he is finally and slowly accepting his fate.
    Great photo of your mother, Mitchell! Wonderful smile.

  3. Good to see the Lincoln Memorial back with some dignity again after its recent[ish] visual pollution, when we saw it as the background prop to someone’s campaign claiming his equivalence with that historical colossus.

    1. Raybeard:
      Washington DC has always had its share of dirty politics and shame. But I’ve never felt such a distaste for it until this Orange Anus Era. I love the city, but when SG and I were there a few years ago, I just felt a constant distaste for everything around me. I expected to arrive at the Lincoln Memorial to find Abe had vacated the premises.

    1. Debra:
      Isn’t it? And not taken by my father. Whoever took pictures while they were there that weekend did a great job. I have others.

  4. She is where the World War II Memorial was built, there was a secondary circular pond there that was drained later, then decades later replaced by the WWII memorial. They have rebuilt the rectangular reflecting pool a few times.

    1. David:
      I know. I sat and stared at that photo and tried to figure out what it was like now (and what it was like even in the ’80s when we lived there). I finally had to look at other photos online. I wonder where Drumpf imagines HIS memorial will be.

  5. “The Orange Anus” — LOL!

    Weirdly, my mother was just a few miles away from your mother when this photo was taken, living in suburban DC, where she grew up.

    1. Steve:
      I love imagining those connections. Maybe your mother did some sight-seeing that day and they passed right by each other.

      I think Rosie O’Donnell first coined the term Orange Anus. None of the nicknames really stuck. Even Orange Anus is too endearing for him.

  6. I think you have more old photos of family that anyone I know. We some some…..but very very few black and white pictures, or even hardly any pictures left beyond my grandparents. I think it’s great. Nice picture of your mother.

    1. Mistress Maddie:
      I have so many. Sadly, when my maternal grandparents died, one of my cousins took all their photos for safe-keeping. That was in the early ’80s and I’ve never seen a single one — and I’ve asked. I have tons from the ’50s and ’60s. SG has more from the late 1800s to around 1950. Amazing photos of the prairies, homesteads, vast plains, scenes of Norway. Incredible.

    1. Wilma:
      I do have other photos from that trip. Will see which are worth sharing. My parents took us to DC every year in the spring. Always a great trip. I was miserable there a few years ago because I couldn’t get the thought out of my head of who was living in the White House.

    1. larrymuffin:
      I don’t think the lily pond was there by my first time in DC. It must have been beautiful. And thanks regarding my mother. A lot of people said that about her. When I was young and she would come for “open school day,” ALL the kids in my class would gush when she entered the room. “Is that your mother?!? She looks like a movie start!” She loved it but never really believed it herself.

  7. I always enjoy seeing pictures of people when they were younger and comparing them to later years, especially relatives. My mother was eight when this picture was taken. I was born nine years later. Have you ever heard the song In Color by Jamey Johnson (I think that’s his name) ? It’s a terrific song with a great video.
    Your mother was quite attractive, Scoot.

    1. Deedles:
      I enjoy that, too. Your mother was 8 and you were born 9 years later. Mine was 20 and I was born 7 years later. Both sound SO young! I think I’m finally mature enough to raise a child. Yeah, my mother was a beauty; she never thought so; and was always surprised when someone said so (which was often).

      I’m not a country-western boy and had never heard of the song or Jamey Johnson. Just watched the video and the lyrics brought tears to my eyes.

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