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To: Patricia Trinchero who wrote (59951)	3/2/2006 6:00:35 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 361421

The estate at Saranac Lake was the one I worked on. There were other estates owned by excessively wealthy people. At one time they were even bigger than they are now, having been broken up for various reasons. My assistant dated a German girl who works at Marjorie Post's estate. One weekend she gave me a tour. It's like a little compound of individual residences and a big lodge building where they gathered to eat meals and such. The living room was huge, and had many unusual artifacts, including a lampshade that was reputedly made of human skin. The German girl told me that Mrs. Post's orders were that the entire place be closed down at the end of summer as if she were not to return for ten years. That meant all the artifacts had to be stored and the furniture covered with sheets. Mrs. Post spent winters in one of her other estates. I think she had three or four altogether. Like you said, TOO MUCH MONEY. I would not want that for myself at all.

To: Patricia Trinchero who wrote (59951)	3/2/2006 6:16:19 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 361421

I visited one other small estate in Upstate New York that was owned by a very rich lady from a family that owned a Woolworth-like chain of stores. After forty years, I can't for the life of me remember her name, which was the family name used on the business. Anyway, I went to her house with my assistant to ask permission to enter the grounds. The servants told us she was working out by the entry road about a mile from the house. We drove back and saw an old lady picking up trash along the lane, and that was her. We stopped, and she asked very crossly, "Don't you know this is a private road?" "I'm sorry, Ma'am, but we are conducting a federal survey of forest lands, and we have a sample plot on your property. We work for the United States Forest Service." "Oh, my goodness!" she said. And then we were her bosom buddies. She gave us a tour of her horse barn, which was cleaner than most people's houses and had a crystal chandelier to light the stalls. Her daughter had won an equestrian medal in the Olympics. She then showed us her own house and took us up to where her late husband had tied flies for fishing as a hobby. My assistant was an avid fisherman and fly tier and she gave him all her husband's stuff. Then she took us out to the pond and showed us her small fleet of canoes and invited us to come back and use them any time. Which we did, one time. It was very enjoyable. Elsewhere in Upstate New York, and in the Catskills I entered big estates or compounds that looked as if they were managed as resorts for the mafia. They were locked up and had armed guards, but we were allowed in with no problems. The worst problem I had in New York was a small land owner thought I was surveying for a missile site. Apparently they had a big problem with that.