Sometimes it's hard to say goodbye

By beatrice behlen on 18 Jan 2011

I wrote my first entry about Mena Hamon and her husband only a few months ago, but they seem to have been part of my life for much longer (in a good way). Before I drag myself away, I wanted to put down a few, possibly entirely superfluous, musings. It is only fitting to begin with another item from the Countess’s wardrobe (apologies for the not particularly good photo). This day dress is probably from the early 1930s and quite unlike the showstoppers we have come to expect. The dress, or rather the fact that I have not shown it […]

The Champagne Years

By beatrice behlen on 13 Dec 2010

As we have seen, by 1898 William Warner had well and truly installed himself as “Cheiro, the Palmist” in New Bond Street in London. He read, or so he later recounted, the palms of many celebrities, politicians and even royalty, including King Edward VII, Lord Kitchener, Lillie Langtry, Mark Twain and Oscar Wilde. But palm reading was not enough for our William and soon he began to engage in a whole host of other potentially money-making activities. Sadly, I do not have the time to properly disentangle all the different bits of information that I have gathered. I have also […]

The Palmist as a Young Man

By beatrice behlen on 29 Nov 2010

Since my first blog on Cheiro, quite a lot has happened and I had to rethink my approach somewhat. As you might have gathered from my tone, I was, and I guess still am, quite sceptical about Count Hamon’s own version of his life story. Now that I have exchanged quite a few emails with Judy, whose father knew Hamon’s wife, and who has told me more about the Countess’s later years, I have realised that while this might still be the tale of a con artist of sorts, it has a sad ending, which casts a shadow over the […]