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From the unpublished memoirs of Anthony Dawson, who acted in Dial M for Murder

Hitchcock gave a small dinner party at Perino's the night John Williams and I arrived in Hollywood. There was just John and his wife , Helen; the author of the play, Freddie Knott, Grace Kelly and me. Grace was the quietest of creatures, and hardly opened her mouth the whole evening. She looked stunning and sent the blood racing in my head. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and sometimes our eyes met. I don't know how it happened, but somehow at the end of the evening I found myself escorting her home. She was staying at the Chateau Marmont, a small, classy apartment house on the strip. It was very warm, there was moonlight, there were stars reflecting on the surface of the pool, there were tall, dark cypress trees with cicadas chirruping. And again, how did it happen? We found ourselves swimming together in the tepid waters. I don't know how some things happen, they just do. They seem so natural that no other course is possible. The next evening we had
a date.

When I arrived at the house Grace had already taken the initiative. She was fiddling about in the kitchen. After all, we didn't want to go out. I can't say she was the greatest cook. In fact to tell you the truth we never got around to eating anything. She was a truly fantastic girl, and it took an awful lot of self discipline to make me leave her and go home at around one am.. I pulled myself together with the realization that I was on call in the morning. I had to be at the Burbank studios at the crack of dawn. It was my first Hollywood picture, and I didn't want to wreck my chances by turning up half dead. When I finally tore myself away and scudded down the hallway and into my car and headed for home I was humming to myself, There'll always be tomorrow. But there wasn't! Just like Throwing a switch, and the very next day Grace transferred her attentions to her co-start, Ray Milland. I was, as they say, left out in the cold. Without doubt Grace was a
very ambitious girl, and she handled herself with adroitness. She was also a very nice girl. She got where she wanted to get: Dial M... Rear Window... To Catch a Thief... with this one she was within striking distance of Monaco. It gave her a chance to meet Ranieri, another staunch Catholic. What better goal?
Grace's family lived on the 'Main Line' in Philadelphia, and the Chesnut Hill people looked down their noses at the Main Liners. Old man Kelly had made himself a millionaire in the construction business, but Chesnut Hill had plenty of Millionaires. Little Grace held the final trump card. 'Just watch me. Look I'm a princess!'

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Pittsburgh Tribune
Princess's namesake treated shoppers like royalty

By Craig Smith
TRIBUNE-REVIEW
Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Buzz up!



Grace Kelly took a lot of ribbing for sharing her name with the Princess of Monaco.

But she enjoyed it, her family said.

"Anytime she went to a public place, people would say, 'There's Grace Kelly, we have a celebrity among us,' " said her daughter, Diane Stugan of Pleasant Hills.

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Grace A. Kelly of Monroeville, formerly of Wilkinsburg, died Saturday, Nov. 8, 2008. She was 88.

When Grace Yokubenas of the North Side married Thomas B. Kelly in 1938, it wasn't a royal wedding attended by 600 guests and viewed by 30 million television viewers, her daughter said.

"We used to tease her that she didn't marry a prince," Stugan said.

Mrs. Kelly was a sales clerk at Jaison's Women's Shop in Braddock and later at Monroeville Mall. She had impeccable taste in clothing, her daughter said.

"Women would come from all over and ask for her by name. She knew her customers. If she saw something they'd like, she would set it aside. She took care of them," said her son, Thomas J. Kelly, of Monroeville.

Her husband played the saxophone in bands and traveled around the country. He often played at the Roosevelt Room, Downtown.

He was drafted into the military at age 35. After his discharge, Mr. Kelly attended Duquesne University at night to obtain a bachelor's degree in business and joined the accounting department at Union Switch & Signal. He died in 1992.

Mrs. Kelly liked to do ceramics and enjoyed cooking big dinners for the family -- roasts on Sundays and turkeys on the holidays.

"She was a very good cook. She loved being around her children and their children," her daughter said.

"Her life was her family," said her son, who always got a kick out of people's reactions to seeing his mother's signature on paper.

"Oh? Is that the Grace Kelly?," they would say.

Mrs. Kelly's Lithuanian heritage was important to her, said her daughter. Her parents, Joseph and Anna, immigrated to Pittsburgh separately. They met at a rooming house on Penn Avenue, married and had five children, Stugan said.

Mrs. Kelly was the last surviving child.

In addition to her children, Mrs. Kelly is survived by five grandchildren, Sharon Nissley of Pleasant Hills, Christine Pitrone of Georgia, Steve Stugan of Bethel Park, Christopher Kelly of Monroeville, and Michelle Rittko of North Braddock; and eight great-grandchildren.

A funeral service will be held at 11 a.m. today at the Patrick T. Lanigan Funeral Home, 700 Linden Ave., East Pittsburgh. Burial will follow in St. Casimir Cemetery in Bethel Park.

 

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ace Kelly, the movie star who became a real-life princess when she married Prince Rainier in 1956, and the tragic victim of a car crash in 1982, revisits the French Riviera this summer when the Grimaldi Forum Monaco (www.grimaldiforum.com) pays tribute to her in an exhibition from July 12 through Sept. 23.

The exhibit, “The Grace Kelly Years, Princess of Monaco,” uses 15 walk-through rooms to reflect different eras of her life, including “New York,” which covers her early theatrical career; “Hitchcock,” which explores her work with the celebrated director and was designed to replicate the set from the 1954 movie “Rear Window”; “Wedding,” where her wedding dress — a gift from the MGM designer Helen Rose — is on display; and “Official,” which contains the princess’s belt and diadem.

Several Société des Bains de Mer hotels, including Hôtel de Paris and Hôtel Mirabeau, are offering packages that include two tickets to the exhibition (10 euros each, $13.70 at $1.37 to the dollar). Rates range from $540 to $985 a night

 

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The Age
It is 25 years since Monaco's Princess Grace died in a car crash but her drawing power remains undiminished, says Michel Bouquier, the director of the Monaco tourist office.

Bouquier, who was in Australia recently, says one of the most popular tourist attractions in the tiny principality is the Princess Grace Promenade, a multilingual walking tour featuring stops at 25 locations representing the scenes of the most important dates and events in the life of the princess.

The principality's reputation has always been built on riches, royalty and romance in the marriage of Princess Grace to Prince Rainier but it has reached its zenith, he says.

Despite its lure as a tax haven, tourism is important to Monaco, accounting for 15 per cent of its GDP, one of the strongest in Europe.

Australians comprise 1 per cent of tourists, which is one of the reasons Bouquier scheduled Australia into his worldwide promotional tour. That and a specific request from the reigning monarch, Prince Albert.

"Prince Albert is very fond of Australia for its lifestyle but also because it was the country that sent the most condolences when Princess Grace died," Bouquier says.

He is on a mission to dispel the myth that Monaco is an expensive place to visit, saying it is no more so than elsewhere in Europe. Two-thirds of the hotels are in the deluxe category (the five-star equivalent in Australia) but more than one-third of hotels are in the two- or three-star category, he says.

"Monaco is about luxury, not overpricing," he says, adding that the world seems to have the two confused. There are also many affordable pizzerias and brasseries, as well as free exhibitions and museums for people who arrive on a bus or train rather than by yacht. Monaco receives a staggering 5 million day visitors annually.

Bouquier says there is a possibility that The Grace Kelly Years, an exhibition commemorating the princess's death and which recently closed in Monte Carlo, will come to Australia. The exhibition traces Princess Grace's life from her early childhood in Philadelphia through to Hollywood, displaying her clothes, letters, personal effects, pictures and videos. "It is much in demand but we would like it to come here," he says.

 

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Princess Grace's hearse among killer exhibits at Houston museum
By Howard Witt
Chicago Tribune

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Ingrid and Michael Fake, of Redding, Pa., view a casket designed for three people while visiting the National Museum of Funeral History in Houston.
HOUSTON — Most people probably don't recall that one of the munchkins in "The Wizard of Oz" was a mortician. But Bob Boetticher Sr. knows. In fact, he has a life-size, costumed mannequin of the undersize undertaker perched in his office at the National Museum of Funeral History.

"There are only four munchkins still left, and Meinhardt Raabe, who played the coroner, is one of them," said Boetticher, the museum president. "Once he passes away, then we will probably put him out on display."

You don't have to be dead to get into this museum. But it helps.

Hidden inside a brick building on the north edge of Houston, next door to a school for aspiring funeral directors, the funeral museum is easy enough to whistle right past. But for the 8,000 or so visitors who make their way here each year, the rewards are eternal.

There are few other places, for example, where the public can learn about the history of embalming, which, in the 1920s, entailed the use of a slanted table with a hole in the bottom and a bucket.

There are more than a dozen hearses, from horse-drawn carriages to the 1973 Mercedes-Benz model used to ferry Princess Grace of Monaco to her grave.

The museum, one of only two in the nation devoted to the history of the funeral industry (the other is in Springfield, Ill.), opened in 1992. And although the museum's motto, adopted from a defunct mausoleum company, is humorous — "Any Day Above Ground is a Good One" — the facility strives to maintain a certain level of good taste.

That means empty caskets of all shapes and styles are OK, as are such bizarre artifacts as 19th-century pieces of jewelry fashioned from the hair of deceased loved ones and "ice caskets" used to preserve bodies in the days before chemical embalming was invented.

But other rarities stored in the museum's collection may never see the light of day, such as the table used to embalm Elvis Presley.

"How do you display that tastefully and appropriately?" asked Boetticher, a funeral director for 43 years. "Is it really part of the history of the funeral industry? These are the questions we grapple with."

The Ronald Reagan funeral collection is as deep as it is quirky, including a pair of black leather boots worn by a member of the military caisson team, a red necktie worn by one of the mourners at the funeral and a wind strap — basically a long black rubber band — used to secure the flag on the president's coffin.

This being Texas, the nonprofit museum is huge, featuring 20,000 square feet of exhibit space. A gift shop features toy hearses, chocolate caskets and tie tacks in the shape of tiny shovels.

Copyright © 2006 The Seattle Times Company

 

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Telegraph
rince Albert of Monaco last night inaugurated an exhibition to mark the 25th anniversary of the death of his mother, Princess Grace.
The event, a first for the principality, is an intimate and fascinating study of the girl from Philadelphia who became a Hollywood star and a fairy tale princess.
The curator, Frederic Mitterand, a nephew of the former French president, has had unprecedented co-operation from Prince Albert and Princesses Caroline and Stephanie, who released letters and photographs never seen before as well as Princess Grace's entire wardrobe.
The focus of the exhibition, at the Grimaldi Forum, is the wedding dress Grace Kelly wore when she married Prince Rainier in 1956. She donated it to the Museum of Philadelphia and this is the first time it has returned to Monaco. The exhibition also includes letters from Cary Grant, Margot Fonteyn, Bing Crosby and Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.
Different areas show the various aspects of her life. The Hitchcock Room, for example, has trailers and posters from her Hitchcock thrillers, including Rear Window. Princess Grace died when her car went over a cliff in Monaco on Sept 14, 1982.
The exhibition will continue until Sept 23 and will then travel to London.

 

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The Atlantic
A Gentleman, of a Kind
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The Grimaldis had been intermittent rulers of their patch of the Côte d'Azur for three centuries before deciding, in 1612, to make themselves "princes." But unlike other European princes, Honoré II, Seigneur de Monaco, opted to be styled not "His Royal Highness" but "His Serene Highness." For the last two decades of Prince Rainier's long reign over Monte Carlo, few highnesses had less to be serene about.

His American wife, who'd brought celluloid glamour to a realm where the real thing had been in short supply, died after a car crash in 1982.

His older, "sensible" daughter married unsuitable Euro-playboys.

His younger, wilder daughter—now an older, wilder fortysomething—preferred consorting with butlers, gardeners, elephant trainers, and a Portuguese trapeze artist. Her marriage to her bodyguard collapsed after he was captured on film guarding somewhat too closely somebody else's body—that of Miss Bare Breasts of Belgium. Princess Stephanie was herself no slouch in that department, as the most casual student of European photojournalism of the late twentieth century would confirm. For a few months after using the high-speed Internet in a Paris hotel, I regularly woke up to spam e-mail containing extensive pictorials of Her Serene Highness giving us the full Monte, naked on a beach and engaged in the act of, ah, self-pleasuring. Possibly she was between circus acts at the time. At any rate, Stephanie's youngest child has a father whose identity, for whatever reason, cannot be made public. It's presumably not the elephant trainer, or Princess Grace's old Hollywood pals would have been round to serenade the kid with "Born in a Trunk."

If his daughter's life in middle age appeared to be one unending audition for Desperate Royal Housewives, Rainier's son, in contrast, declined to produce an heir or indeed any evidence that he was much interested in the principal activity likely to lead to that happy event. As The New York Times nudgingly reported, "Prince Albert, meanwhile, has been linked to a long list of high-profile women known for appearing on the arms of middle-aged bachelors. There have been no signs of anything like a romance." Hmm. But just as you think the Times is trying to tell us something, His Serene Highness concedes in a notarized document that he's fathered a child in Paris by a Togolese woman. Oh, come off it, you cry. How many euros did that scam cost? But it's true: they've matched the DNA. It's his best career move in decades.

Easy lay the head that wore the crown, but underneath a profound sadness etched itself into Rainier's face. He aged a quarter century in the couple of years after Princess Grace's death, and as the eighties rolled into the nineties it sometimes seemed as if the entire House of Grimaldi's sense of itself had careered round the hairpin bends on the Grande Corniche and plunged over the cliff with his beloved wife.

His was the worst-timed death since Aldous Huxley expired on the day of President Kennedy's assassination. Europe's longest-reigning monarch shuffled off a couple of days after the pope, and so, though his nuptials had been hailed as the wedding of the century, his passing wasn't even the funeral of the week. Nonetheless, in the half century between the Duke of Windsor and the Princess of Wales, he was, briefly, the only member of a European dynasty to capture the imagination of the American public.

W hen Fred Astaire began his partnership with Ginger Rogers, Katharine Hepburn observed that he gave her class and she gave him sex. With Prince Rainier and Grace Kelly, she gave him class and sex, and it wasn't entirely obvious what a stiff, moustachioed chap never exactly dashing even in his youth brought to the table. Monaco was, in Somerset Maugham's unimprovable summation, "a sunny place for shady people," and exposed to the light they didn't bear too-close scrutiny. Jack Kelly, Grace's father and a respectable self-made millionaire in the Philadelphia construction business, couldn't have been less impressed if she'd come home with one of Princess Stephanie's circus acrobats: he's reported to have said, "I don't want any damn broken-down prince who is head of a pinhead country that nobody knows anything about to marry my daughter." And who can blame him? If you'd married off Lana Turner, Betty Hutton, Mitzi Gaynor, or any of the other livelier Hollywood cheesecake into a European royal house, you'd have had the premise for a lame B-comedy. But Grace Kelly was already more regal than most real princesses, speaking the queen's English with an amused, languid, rarefied overarticulateness that the queen couldn't get away with. As Frank Sinatra sang to her in High Society,

I don't care
If you are called the fair
Miss Frigidaire …
She was certainly the most glacial of Hitchcock blondes, cooler with Jimmy Stewart than any leading lady before or after. In the last great group shot of Euro-royals before her death—at the Prince of Wales's (first) wedding in 1981—she's carrying herself with far more sense of her royalness than, say, the queen of the Netherlands, never mind Their Royal Highnesses the Duchess of Gloucester and Princess Michael of Kent.

In contrast, when Prince Rainier succeeded his grandfather, in 1949, he was taking over an enterprise whose best days appeared well behind it. The pocket principality had suffered from France's legalization of gambling in 1933, after a century of prohibition. It seemed unlikely ever to return to its nineteenth-century heyday, when British music-hall songs hymned its raffish charms.

As I walk along the Bois Boolong
With an independent air
You can hear the girls declare
"He must be a millionaire."
You can hear them sigh and wish to die,
You can see them wink the other eye
At the Man Who Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo.
The verse spells it out bluntly: "Dame Fortune smiled upon me as she'd never done before, / And I've now such lots of money, I'm a gent."

That was the Grimaldis: lots of money made them gentlemen, of a kind. Rainier's mother, Princess Charlotte, was the result of a liaison between Prince Louis II and Marie-Juliette Louvet, the daughter of a laundrywoman who'd made her way to the nightclubs of Montmartre and become a "cabaret singer." After taking up with Louis, she gave birth to their daughter Charlotte in Algeria in 1898. The Grimaldis gave Charlotte the bum's rush for most of her childhood, until—in the absence of any other heir, and laboring mightily under a thirteenth-century curse on the family—they passed a law recognizing her as Louis's daughter. This was struck down by the courts, so in 1919 they tried again, retrospectively legitimizing her and belatedly declaring the Montmartre nightclub act's Algerian love child a hereditary princess, Duchess of Valentinois and first in line to succeed Louis II. As Charlotte's mother must have occasionally reflected, you came the long way to Prince Louis.

The following year Princess Charlotte was married to the Comte Pierre de Polignac, and in 1923 they had a son: Rainier. His duty done, M. le Comte was of no further use to Charlotte. "To make love," she sneered, "he needs to put a crown on his head." Under the terms of their divorce Polignac was forbidden to set foot in Monaco. Princess Charlotte eventually became a social worker and turned the Grimaldi estate outside Paris into a rehab facility for ex-cons. As for young Rainier, he was sent to enjoy the pleasures of boys' school in England, where M. le Comte attempted to reassert his parental authority. It was the British High Court that restored "Fat Little Monaco" (as he was known to his schoolmates) to his grandfather's custody.

By the time Fatty succeeded Prince Louis, the men who fancied breaking the bank at Monte Carlo had moved down the coast to Cannes and elsewhere, and the bank itself was near broke. The Société des Bains de Mer, which ran the casino and hotels, reported huge losses that year. Next the Société Monégasque de Banques et de Métaux Précieux, which held 55 percent of Monaco's reserves and much of the Grimaldi fortune, went bust. Aristotle Onassis, who served as the young Rainier's éminence Greece, thought a marriage into movie-star glamour might restore the principality's fortunes; he sounded out Marilyn Monroe, to no avail. Then, while in the area for the Cannes Film Festival, Grace Kelly was taken to the palace for a photo shoot, and Rainier made his move.

It worked out well. His bride embarked on the usual charitable activities associated with royal consorts, but with the benefit of a much livelier Rolodex: old chums like Sinatra and Bob Hope turned Monégasque fundraising galas into the touring version of the starrier Friars' Club roasts. Tourism and development followed. Monaco is a small town of 30,000 people, mostly tax exiles but with about 6,000 Monégasques to play the role of Rainier's loyal subjects. As land was reclaimed and skyscrapers loomed over the fishing boats, Monaco's stellar princess gave her husband a cachet denied to other mini-me Euro-royals.

Princess Grace missed movies, and Rainier gave her permission to return to her old job for Hitchcock's Marnie. But his people found the idea vulgar and demeaning, and so High Society remained the House of Grimaldi's last on-camera performance until Princess Stephanie's husband made his film debut with Miss Bare Breasts of Belgium. By then Rainier was old, stooped, and exhausted; his princess was dead; and his children seemed determined to return the family name to its seedy antecedents. He made his dilapidated casino kingdom briefly romantic, and when he couldn't maintain the romance, he had the satisfaction of knowing that at least he'd made Monaco bankable again. But the thirteenth-century family curse came along for the ride, and in the end it broke the man at Monte Carlo.

 

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