This memoir caught my eye. Alexandra Aldrich recounts her story of growing up in the shadows of the Astor family in a sprawling 43-room house in Rockeby, New York, where her father was reduced to pawning family heirlooms to make ends meet. Her Polish mother thought she was marrying into a rich family only to find the kitchen cupboard bare. It has all the making of a frightful childhood tale, but comes off as a misspent childhood journal. Nevertheless, it is apparently enthralling to read if you are into tales of decaying aristocratic families.
This memoir caught my eye. Alexandra Aldrich recounts her story of growing up in the shadows of the Astor family in a sprawling 43-room house in Rockeby, New York, where her father was reduced to pawning family heirlooms to make ends meet. Her Polish mother thought she was marrying into a rich family only to find the kitchen cupboard bare. It has all the making of a frightful childhood tale, but comes off as a misspent childhood journal. Nevertheless, it is apparently enthralling to read if you are into tales of decaying aristocratic families.
This is interesting! A 180 degree turn from the usual Cinderella rags to riches stories like: http://www.21stcenturynews.com.au/taxi-drivers-son-worlds-15th-richest-person/
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