Come, let's go for a drive, darling
1950-1953
In her mid-80s she was bedridden. Within two years she was blind. Totally dependent on others in the last years of her life, and confined to the little world of her bedroom, she sometimes remembered the great days at Beaulieu. She would say to whoever was near by: "Come, let's go for a drive, darling." Then her companion, sitting down by Mrs. Vanderbilt's bed, would take her on an imaginary tour of Newport. "There's a sparkle on the water today," she would say. "There's Mr. So-and-So bowing to you . . ."
