Cyrinda meets Garbo
Excerpt from Dream On by Cyrinda Foxe-Tyler pg. 68-69 about when she meet Greta Garbo
A famous international art dealer and consultant, Sam Green needed someone like me who gave good phone, so every morning I'd dress up, go to his house off Central Park West, and be divine on the phone. One morning this woman called and asked for Sam. She said she was Miss Brown. I told Sam that Miss Brown was calling, and he said, "Oh, I'll take that." He later told me it was Greta Garbo. They were good friends and she always identified herself as Miss Brown. She would call every morning at 8:30 and talked for an hour. Andy Warhol called at 9:30 and they'd talk for an hour. So Sam needed someone to handle the phones when he was doing his daily catch-ups with Andy and Miss Brown.
Sometimes Garbo would come over to Sam's house. He told me just to talk about simple things, and never ask her questions about her career in the movies. Also I was instructed not to call her Miss Garbo or tell her someone said to say hello, because if I did she would know I was talking about her to someone else.
The first time I met Garbo I had to bring some packages over to he house. On my way up in the elevator I ran into Rex Harrison, who lived in the same building, and I swear to God he tried to pick me up, I turned down the offer and went to Garbo's apartment, where she offered me a vodka. It was really early in the morning, and she was wearing slacks and a sweater and was barefoot. I didn't notice that she had Flinstone feet like the legend says, but she was thin and had great bones, and her skin looked tired.
Once she was going to walk home from Central Park from Sam's house to her apartment on East 52nd Street, and Sam asked me to go with her. She walked fast and kept her head down and was not recognized the whole time. "Don't look at people." she said to me as we clipped along. Once or twice we sat on a bench to rest for a few minutes. I was the one who needed to rest, not her. She could really move along and I had on high heels.She was easy to talk to about really trivial things--squirrels, the trees, if we should go up the hill or around it.--and to me she was just a nice, elderly woman who knew what she wanted which was not to be bothered. She gave me good womanly advice: Everyone sucks and that privacy is the most important thing. She was neither affectionate nor cold. Little me and one of the world's Ultimate Woman. I'll never forget it and you can bet I was getting spoiled.