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| Photo: Not Known NI Syndication/Newscom David Bailey with Beatrix Miller - Feb 1965 |
For
94 years it has flourished without me, and, for the 6 years that I was
ensconced within its hallowed corridors it survived my chaotic presence.
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| Photo: © Vogue |
Working under the editorship of Beatrix
Miller, she mocked, cajoled, forgave, encouraged, exploded at, rescued and
educated me.
She
allowed me into positions that really I should not have been permitted to
interfere with, but graciously, time after time, she was there to sort out my
muddles, to quieten the storm force winds that accompanied me on most of my
encounters with the outside world.
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| May 1975, photograph by Normal Parkinson |
She called me (I hope endearingly) the
office lunatic and I presume that if this was a moniker she meant seriously, she
would have fired me after the second mishap, but she did not and there I
remained until married life and the countryside enticed me from what was
probably the best job in the world.
I last saw her in her beautiful artists
studio in Chelsea 16 years ago.
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| Photo: © Daily Mail/Rex/Alamy |
‘So how is the lunatic” she asked.
“Bored’ I replied, quite
forgetting how this word so intensely irritated her.
“What are you going to do about that?” she
replied crossly.
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| Photo: Edina Van Der Wick |
I invented Cabbages & Roses, and
boredom has never since been a problem I can claim for my own.
She died on the 21st February
2014.
On that day I was
sorting through papers and came across a telegram from her sent on my wedding
day.
I had no idea
that she had died and had not seen the telegram since the last purge of papers,
probably twenty years ago.
Synchronicity is a strange and magical
thing.
C xx
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2 comments
What a lovely tribute! xo fifi
Lovely moving and wonderfully honest account.
Lorraine Johnson at Good Golly Miss Dolly
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