by Moses Y. Bension
President Kennedy occupied several homes in Georgetown as a congressman, senator, and presidential candidate. He moved frequently over the course of his legislative tenure, taking his naval souvenirs and family mementos with him. From his election to Congress in 1946 until his move to the White House in 1961, President Kennedy lived in seven Georgetown row homes and mansions. Although now private residences, they can still be seen on a walking tour of the quiet streets of Georgetown.
At age 29, after having been elected to the House by Massachusetts’ now-retired 11th Congressional District, Jack moved into this 2600 square foot apartment at 1528 31st Street NW in 1946. He would live here for three years until moving in with his sister Eunice five blocks away.
Jack and Eunice entertained regularly at their 1400 34th Street apartment until she became engaged to Sargent Shriver. This Georgian-style mansion was built around the turn of the century, and he lived here from 1949 to 1951.
Defeating Senator Henry Cabot Lodge Jr. for his seat by a margin of 70,000 votes in 1952, Jack rented this five-bedroom 1819 apartment at 3260 N Street NW for two years. Washington journalist Charles L. Bartlett introduced him to Jackie at a dinner party at Bartlett’s house while Jack was living here.
3271 P Street NW was a relatively modest four-bedroom home for the junior Senator from Massachusetts. In January of 1953, shortly after moving in, he took Jackie to President Eisenhower’s inaugural ball. He was living here when he proposed to her.
3321 Dent Place NW, known affectionately as The Red House, was the first home for the newlywed couple. Senator and Mrs. Kennedy rented this attached four-bedroom town-home for five months until October of 1954 when Jack was admitted to the hospital for a risky spinal operation. The procedure meant to cure his wartime back injury, but Jack lapsed into a coma, and last rites were administered.
A recuperating Senator John F. Kennedy lived in this modest row home at 2808 P Street NW in 1957. It was the year that Jack’s Profiles in Courage won the Pulitzer and solidified his reputation as a deep political thinker.
Senator Kennedy found himself at 3307 N Street NW with Jackie just before Caroline was born. The Kennedys campaigned for Jack’s presidency from this 1811 three-story four-bedroom Federal mansion. It was up the street from Jack’s residence when he had first met Jackie. It would be his last residence before the White House.
It's become my Labor Day, my summer's end, my last ditch effort to let it all hang out of my seersucker trousers—the annual Harriman Cup. Rain or shine, throngs descend upon the Meadowbrook Polo Club from Manhattan and surrounding bed and breakfasts. Sam, Shane, and I roll in off the LIRR in a blaze of vintage Lilly, Ralph Lauren, and Brooks Brothers—the usual suspects. Usually falling on or around the last week of summer, this alumni polo match between Yale and the University of Virginia is the tailgating event of the summer for the prep set (last year's Cup was a ball). Of course, awards are given out for such displays of leisurely grandeur. Best dressed, best hat, best tailgate, and so on. Max Sinsteden has just rolled out his generous tattered oriental rug under his champagne bucket stand and various hor d'oeuvres. It’s a nice spread. However, a neighboring goldenrod Land Rover with blonde hair, blue-eyed college alum promises to be stiff competition. Their snacks are nothing more than finger sandwiches and pretzels, standard fare. Turns out it's Sam's tailgate...and we discover we work together at Ralph Lauren. That's the nature of the Harriman Cup, you’re two degrees from anyone in a navy blazer.
Vintage Lilly Pulitzer, patchwork madras, seersucker
Van, Cooper, Max, and me
Allegra stomping divots between chukkers
Thanks to Town & Country, I spend most of my time in and out of the VIP tent this year, and frankly, I am quite spoiled with the experience. Booze, food (I go back for seconds on the pulled pork—shameless, I know), the deceptive feeling of self importance—all on the house thanks to the handful of sponsors like J.Mclaughlin, Knockaround, Vitamin Water, and many more. Seriously though, the best time to be had is mingling from tailgate to tailgate while only casually glancing at the match between cocktails.
The British have a way with names…many pubs are outright compelling enough to lure you in for a pint on curiosity of name alone. The Lamb and Flag, The Bear, The Eagle and Child—and those are just pubs in the small town of Oxford. In the 1940s and 1950s, a small group of Oxford academics met on Tuesdays at The Eagle and Child to read and discuss members' unfinished works. This venerable group, of C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien fame, called themselves "The Inklings." Technically, it was neither a club nor a literary society, though it partook of the nature of both, according to member (and elder brother of C.S. Lewis) Warren Lewis.
Familiarly and alliteratively known in the Oxford community as The Bird and Baby, the pub nurtured discussions that contributed to the final form of both Lewis' Narnia books and Tolkien's Lord of the Rings series. Needless to say, my crossing the threshold for a pint was as if setting foot on literary holy ground. The warmly lit stool-laden maze of rooms are reminiscent of a pub right out of Hobbiton...fitting, actually. And though the name is sure to lure you in, The Eagle and Child's rich history will inspire you to settle in for a pint, if not two.
According to the 80s-penned Official Preppy Handbook, the needlepoint belt is a “must accessory for the collegiate B.M.O.C. (big man on campus)" and typically a gift from women of a certain sort and class...women committed to memorializing young love by stitching a needlepoint belt for their beau. Ironically, it eventually garnered notoriety as the breakup belt. By the time the belt was finished, someone in the relationship had often decided to move on.
While preppy fashion has gradually evolved over the last 30 years, the casual and jaunty nature of needlepoint belts has not. It's the preppy catholicon for holding up ill-fitting khakis, shorts, and summer suit trousers.
Victoria Stulgis started needlepointing at age 12 when she and her mom wandered into the Nantucket clothing/needlepoint boutique, Erica Wilson. By 15, she became much more avid. After a day at the stables, she and her equestrian friends would slumber party at each other's homes and needlepoint in front of the TV. "It was rather unconventional, I think," Stulgis recalls.
"I started working on [my boyfriend] Jack's belt when I was 17. Back then I was rather quick at needlepointing and it only took 3-6 months (I think there was a time when I was needlepointing during history class)."
When she was finished with the crossed oars design in Georgetown colors (and still in the relationship) Stulgis sent the canvas to a leather shop just outside Lexington, KY, which she had stumbled across while competing at the US National Pony Finals in 2004. They do a top notch job with the stitching and use superior quality leather, as they cater to the equestrian set down in Kentucky. Good thing too, since her boyfriend Jack has been throwing it around his waist almost daily for the past six years.
Can’t get your auntie, mum, or lovely lady to labor for months over this functional status statement? No worries. You can simply pick one up from Tucker Blair or Smathers & Branson; however, my favorite is one I came across from Rugby several years ago (beautiful repeating gold skull & bones on navy ground, wool thread, and better quality leather than the former). Most ring in under $200. Of course, the most valuable needlepoint belts are those made by moms or girlfriends like Stulgis.