In 2005, Peggy was on her fourth husband when she overheard a waiter at Trader Vic’s say to another that she was “On a Ring Cycle.”
Initially, she was amused and flattered to find a mere waiter spoke of her in hushed tones.
It wasn’t until cocktails at the Big Four, later that evening, that that dawned on her that the Wagner reference was not a compliment. She understood the Ring Cycle reference and the multiple marriages. How dare he criticized her. That dwarf.
Peggy was a fifth generation San Franciscan; the social columns noted that she bowed at the debutante ball. She had married well and often – at least, that’s where friend said behind her back.
But she wasn’t like a Dede Wilsey or Danielle Steele.
She met her first husband at Cal and had a huge wedding at Grace Cathedral with a reception at Pacific Union Club.
A year later, she discovered he preferred the company of gentlemen not ladies and daddy had the marriage annulled.
Then she met Skip, with his forest green Morgan, penchant for champagne, croquet, dominoes and handmade suits from Seville Row in London. It was lust at first sight. It wasn’t long after the wedding at the Fairmont before she realized his finances were in ruin. As in: deep trouble.
Everyone knew Peggy worked hard to keep a stiff upper lip and continue the charade of “All is well on the home front.”
After an accelerated, divorce two years later, she was single again.
Her friends fixed her up with many older, widowed, Bohemian Club fixtures.
She had known Charles for years…and had frequently seen his, now deceased, wife at Mr. Lee’s getting her hair done the same time. They had been polite, nodding acquaintances.
And so, Charles stepped up – her third marriage was thought to be solid strong and respected.
No one knows what goes on behind closed doors. Two years later, Charles moved to his pied Terre in New York City.
She moved to her condo in Maui and set up a very active social life.
Friends from the mainland and friends from the islands waltzed in and out of her beautiful oceanfront home. She was famous as a bon vivant socialite.
Once again, she fell in love. This time with a former surfer – with claims of Hawaiian royalty in his blood. Stanley was tall, dark and handsome – the perfect arm candy at her side.
After four months, they decided to sail to Tahiti and have an impetuous wedding ceremony at her friend, Bitsy’s estate. It was a small affair with 100 of her closest friends.
Yes, dear reader, all good things must come to an end. Stanley played Peggy like a violin and ran off with too many to mention thousands of dollars and bags of her jewelry.
She returned to her social life in San Francisco – the Metropolitan Club, the Blue Fox, Ernie’s, Grisons, Alfred’s and the Burlingame Country Club.
Peggy said she always had her Eyes Wide Open.