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Lunch with Randolph Churchill, We Were Sorry to See it End!
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![]() By Tina Pendergrast Santi Flaherty Things happen quickly when you are with a Churchill. Randolph Churchill, the great grandson of Sir Winston Churchill, zipped into New York on a Friday and vanished just as quickly on a Sunday. Invited to the "Big Apple" to present the Winston Churchill International Polo Cup on Sunday, September 19th, which was organized by the New York Churchillians of which I am a member, he was a man on a mission. As everyone was eager to welcome Randolph to New York, I offered to give a small luncheon party in his honor at my home the day before the polo match. As I live in the Penthouse of my building which is located on Fifth Avenue, I thought that Randolph would enjoy the terrace views of the dramatic Manhattan skyline, the tree top glory of Central Park as well as the majesty of the Metropolitan Museum, which is two short blocks away from my home. Our building also has an interesting provenance as Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis moved to 1040 Fifth Avenue after her time in the White House and lived here the final thirty years of her life, which led me to write a book about her. Her husband, President John Kennedy, was known to be a great fan of Sir Winston Churchill and conferred on him an honorary citizenship of the United States in 1963. It was a beautiful, sunny New York day, with clear blue skies and quite warm — as it can be in September — a perfect day for a luncheon. Never having entertained a Churchill before, I wondered what set of china would best reflect the Churchill legacy. Suddenly I remembered that as a young boy and into manhood, Sir Winston was a passionate butterfly collector. An avid lepidopterist, it was a hobby he returned to over and over throughout his adventurous life. I also happen to love butterflies and have a china collection in a Butterfly Garden pattern. Voila! Out I pulled the china along with a dozen frosted butterfly figurines in green, yellow, amber, blue and clear, which I spread the length of the dining table. Remembering that Clementine, later the Baroness Spencer, Churchill had a rose garden at Chartwell, I filled three of my antique Irish silver potato bowls with masses of red roses and placed them on the table as well. To remind Randolph of his homeland, I used my collection of English antique George IV silver water goblets.
Our luncheon lasted nearly four hours, which is a long time in a city that prides itself in doing everything in a "New York Minute." At one point, I didn't think the luncheon would ever end as there wasn't a single guest who seemed to have any desire to leave the table. Eventually Randolph headed off to the leafy 'burbs of Greenwich, Connecticut where the polo match would take place the next day.
Tina Pendergrast Santi Flaherty is an author and philanthropist. She was described by Business Week as "one of America's top corporate women." |
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