Fernanda Eberstadt's Park Avenue

Novelist Fernanda Eberstadt has written into Max Abelson of our blog, The Real Estate, with some of her early memories of life on Park Avenue:

The most famous party my parents gave was in 1962. It was a costume party. They moved out all the furniture and brought in a reggae band, and Jacqueline Kennedy, who was then First Lady, came to the party, with a lot of Secret Service men, and everybody danced till dawn, when they were served bacon and eggs.

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As for the outside street, Park Avenue itself always seemed too mineral, too grey, too mausoleum-like. As a kid, it seemed to me you had to go a long way to get anywhere fun. When I was a teenager, I was embarrassed about living on such a notoriously expensive street and used to tell friends who didn’t know the East Side well that I lived “between Lexington and Madison.”

Nowadays, Park Avenue seems even richer, but still dull. A lot duller since my mother died, and my father moved away.

Read her whole, beautiful missive here.