Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Heartwarmer

I write occassionally about the special occasions that bring guests to A Butler's Manor, such as Matt's proposal to Nicole. Weddings in the area are of course a key attraction, as are class reunions and milestone birthdays. Once we had a week-long family reunion where the family (who occupied all five rooms) all left their shoes in a neat row by the staircase and slept with their doors open. In this latter circumstance Chris's training as a butler stood him in good stead as he tiptoed upstairs each day with early morning coffee.

The other day, we had another family reunion, much smaller. Three siblings....and the youngest sister was meeting her brother and sister in person for the first time in her memory. 

When Little Sister called to make the reservations, she told us about the planned reunion. She had been a toddler when their father left her mother, taking the older children, who were in their early teens, with him. 

Older Sister had pined for the baby sister she remembered and, as an adult, had tried with little success to track her down. Father had forbidden the older kids to even mention their sister's name. After he died, she found among his papers information that helped her track the younger sister.

Little Sister, upon initial contact, needed time to process things, and promised to arrange a meeting by Spring. This was that meeting. She wanted neutral territory, somewhere comfortable and homey and...safe. She thought A Butler's Manor would be perfect.

Each sibling lives in a different state. The sisters each lived within driving distance. Brother flew in, and Older Sister picked him up. 

Little Sister arrived early (we'd authorized the use of the garden for a pre-check in meeting) and asked us to put a memento she'd created for her siblings in their rooms once we had them ready. It was, luckily, a beautiful Spring day, the garden full of daffodils. We set up a pot of coffee and waters for them to enjoy while we prepared their rooms. 

To say she was nervous understates her emotional state. It was somewhere between excited and terrified.

The older siblings arrived on schedule, and as requested, Chris and I met them at the front door and escorted them back to where Little Sister sat (actually, paced) at a table before the fountain. Brother brought roses, champagne, and glasses. We brought loads of Kleenex.

It was an emotional meeting, to be sure. From the doorway, we watched for a moment as there was a wordless, five minute group hug. Over the afternoon, evening, and late into the night, there were many, many tears, much laughter, and thousands upon thousands of words, building the bridge that will span a 35 year absence.

When they checked out the following day, we had tears in our eyes too. Life will be certainly be different for this now-reunited family. We wish them long, happy years of exploring their similarities and differences, of get-togethers, holidays, phone calls and visits.

Chris and I are thrilled to have witnessed their joy, and feel so honored to have been a small part in helping facilitate it.

Seriously, who wouldn't want to be in our business!?

Quote of the Day: Certainly, people can get along without siblings. Single children do, and there are people who have irreparably estranged relationships with their siblings who live full and satisfying lives, but to have siblings and not make the most of that resource is squandering one of the greatest interpersonal resources you'll ever have. --Jeffrey Kluger

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Spring cleaning

Okay, here's my dirty (clean?) little secret: I love spring cleaning. 

Like the onset of autumn, which reminds me of the beginning of a new school year, spring -- and spring cleaning-- signify a new, sparkling beginning of the year. And since A Butler's Manor reopens in early Spring, it's literally the start of our new year.

So Chris, Kristen and I have been busy. We repainted the bathroom in Eton Court and installed new track lights, shampooed all the carpets and rugs, replaced the skylight in Villefranche's bathroom and the carpeting on the stairs. 

In addition, when Chris and I journeyed to Italy last November to celebrate our 25th anniversary, I bought one thing only, but it was a biggie: a crystal chandelier from Murano Glassblowers in Venice. As scheduled, the chandelier arrived the first week we reopened, and last week, we installed it in the upstairs hallway. WOW! We now gotta whole lotta bling going on...!

Now it's time to start the spring clean up of the garden, where croci are all in bloom and the daffodils are getting ready to pop.

Spring cleaning to me also means going through the piles of recipes that I compulsively clip for ideas. And trying some. This weekend we sampled a french toast with a toasted walnut/orange/cranberry compound butter, and a frittata with broccoli and cheddar with a crust of shredded potatoes. The latter was a particular hit because it is also gluten-free. I continue to develop menus that can accommodate both those who follow a gluten-free lifestyle and those who don't, without sacrificing taste or texture. 

In other news...word on the street is that the self-absorbed Kardashians are filming one of their "Take" series out here this summer: Kourtney and Khloe Take The Hamptons. Ugh; just what we don't need on a summer week--more potential traffic caused by folks hoping to see a celebrity in their midst. (Can you tell that I am not a fan!!) I devoutly hope that their pop-up store "Dash" will pop up in Montauk, not Southampton.

It is now a bright Spring day, perfect for working in the garden. In this case, though, we plan to visit one: Bridge Garden opens for the season this weekend. Bridge Garden is a five-acre property in Bridgehampton now maintained by the Peconic Land Trust, to which it was deeded some twenty years ago. It's always fun to get ideas from other gardeners. I've already got several ideas for our pots saved on Pinterest...

Quote of the Day: "Reshaping life! People who can say that have never understood a thing about life--they have never felt its breath, its heartbeat--however much they have seen or done. They look on it as a lump of raw material that needs to be processed by them, to be ennobled by their touch. But life is never a material, a substance to be molded. If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is coonstantlt renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself, it is infintely beyond you or my obtuse theories about it." --Boris Pasternak, "Doctor Zhivago"