|Prince Alexander Romanoff|
I saw the Romanoffs fairly often. Princess Romanoff, Mimi to her friends, is a very warm and friendly woman with a fascinating background and pedigree of her own. She was born a Niscemi, to a noble family in Palermo. Her family home, the Villa Niscemi, still standing, was also the birthplace of a close relative, Fulco Verdura, the international jewelry designer. Mimi and her sister Marguerite were the last owners of the villa (which I photographed on a tour of the property outside Palermo two years ago see archive), and gave it to the city of Palermo which now uses it as the Mayors office.
I never knew Prince Alexander except to say hello to. He had a diffidence about him, a certain shyness that tends to evoke a corresponding shyness in me, if that is possible. As gregarious as I am by nature, I too tend to be shy when in the company of the less gregarious. I tell myself that it is out of respect for their wishes, although Im not so sure of that explanation.
In retrospect, I do regret that I never did take the chance or make the opportunity to talk with Prince Romanoff because it turned out that we shared similar interests in history, and he, unlike me, had in some cases a deep and even scholarly knowledge of it.
He came from a background that is hardly imaginable to most of us. Not so much for its splendid and even outrageous heritage but because it was one so mentally isolated from most folk. It was a heritage of privileged luxury anchored to a way of life that can be described as unreal and unrealistic except to its habitués and their retinue. Calling another human being your highness or your excellency or your grace seems almost quaint in this age of rocketry and ever-threatening annihilation. The idea, for example, of referring to a British royal as sir or maam rather than by their name is an absurdity. It presumes a respect that is far from mutual and, considering some of those who bear the titles, even ludicrous.
the other hand, men like Prince Romanoff, who came a generation
after the great fall of a monarchy, but was brought up in
its ever-present epilogue, had to adjust to our world,
to the real world all the while living
in the previous psychic state of his parents and their forebears.
These men and women, when they are wise, have a special knowledge
of life and the historical experience, that eludes most of
us. They too, often know poverty, or something close to it,
so that the fellowship of human experience is also within