By Lisa Karon Richardson
The seed idea for this series sprouted when I was reading an
excellent biography of Emily Post by Laura Claridge. She mentioned this
semi-magical sounding place called Tuxedo Park, and I just knew that it could
be the setting for some great novels.
During the
Gilded Age the gap between the haves and the have-nots was growing larger by
the day. Unlike English nobles, the American aristocracy had no more inherent
rights, privileges, or standing than the common man. Being capitalist to the
core, however, American industrialists, such as J.P. Morgan, John Jacob Astor,
and Cornelius Vanderbilt, soon remedied this circumstance by making sure that
they cornered the market on society and shunned parvenus by carefully listing
those worthy of notice.
In 1885, Pierre
Lorillard IV had a vision. On his family’s 4,000 acres in the Ramapo Mountains
forty miles north-west of New York City, he wanted to create an exclusive country retreat,
where his society friends could gather in the spring and autumn for the manly
sports of hunting and fishing and where ladies cold join them at dusk for
dinner and conversation. No fences, only low stone walls that blended into the
surrounding would separate properties. Property ownership in this
exclusive club was the shining jewel that meant someone had “arrived.” Newsprint pages pulsated with reports on the
happenings in “Tuxedo Colony.”
The imposing main gatehouse of Tuxedo Park |
Mansions,
described as cottages, dotted the skirts of the lake. Their manicured lawns
perfect for croquet or badminton. A boathouse held everything from canoes to
long boats for regattas. Stables housed some of the finest horseflesh in the
country, and a private racetrack made it possible to turn even that to a
profit. Stocked lakes and land provided abundant fishing and hunting. Tennis
courts, golf links, bowling lanes, and hiking trails also offered their
delights to residents.
The rebuilt Tuxedo Park Clubhouse after the original was destroyed in a fire. |
Social life
revolved around the Tuxedo Club. Built in a “rustic” style by Bruce
Price, father to Emily Price Post, who also owned property on the grounds, the
Clubhouse was an architectural triumph perfectly suited to the setting. Sunset
teas were held on the glass-enclosed veranda. Weekly orchestral concerts
entertained the residents from a stage occupying one end of the stunning,
circular ballroom. The stage also housed all the necessary accoutrements for
producing amateur theatricals, which were regularly enjoyed. The most
sought-after debutantes of every season came out at the Autumn Ball, a
glittering event which was held each year around the first of November—a time
when the forest itself looked dazzling in its flame-colored gown of autumn
leaves. The debutantes launched at Tuxedo Park were expected to make brilliant
matches.
Despite the
opulence, life in the Tuxedo Park could be stultifying both to those who grew
up with access to the park as part of their birthright, and the men and women
who served them. The relationship between the Park property owners and renters
and those from the Town followed strict class lines so that there was always a
barrier to understanding between the wealthy socialites and the country
workers.
And yet there
were some who challenged the status quo, who decided there might be something
more to life than social status. Life
growing up in Tuxedo Park eventually enabled Emily Post to write, “Thus Best
Society is not a fellowship of the wealthy, nor does it seek to exclude those
who are not of exalted birth; but it is an association of gentle-folk, of
which good form in speech, charm of manner, knowledge of the social amenities,
and instinctive consideration for the feelings of others, are the credentials
by which society the world over recognizes its chosen members.”
The stories in
THE TUXEDO PARK series feature four heroines determined not to allow the Park
rules ruin their chances for love. An Unscripted Courtship is the third in the series and it just
released in January!
The play's the thing when a resident of Tuxedo Park wants to
produce a re-imagined Shakespearian script in an amateur theatrical. The
play was written by Julia Wren, the daughter of the local ice cream parlor
owner. She reluctantly agrees to see her play on the stage, but her reluctance
quickly erodes as she works closely with Robert Malcolm, one of the park's most
notorious playboys. He makes his interest in Julia clear, but attractive though
he is, she knows park dandies only marry girls of their own class. Parting is
such sweet sorrow until a script is burned, then props start going up in
smoke. When the attacks become more personal, Robert and Julia must cross the
social divide in order to catch an arsonist before someone is seriously
injured. As the bard said, “love ever runs before the clock.”
What an amazing place! And your book sounds great, Lisa. Congratulaions! :D
ReplyDeleteThanks DeAnna! It was a fun one to write. And it really is an amazing place!
ReplyDeleteMy goodness, I wonder what it would have been like to visit! (As a wealthy niece of some rich fellow, of course!). Congratulations on you book's release! Can't wait to read it!
ReplyDeleteThe Inkies have so many books coming out these days that I've started to lose track. But this sounds like a really fun story! Congrats, Lisa.
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