The Association for Diplomatic Studies and Training Foreign Affairs Oral History Project Foreign Service Spouse Series
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The Association for Diplomatic Studies and Training Foreign Affairs Oral History Project Foreign Service Spouse Series BETTY JANE PEURIFOY (MRS. ARTHUR STEWART) Interviewed by: n/a Initial interview date: n/a TABLE OF CONTENTSS Mrs. Ste art describes her years living in Greece, during the years 1950 to 1953, as the ife of )nited States Ambassador to Greece, John E. Peurifoy. FRAGMENTS OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE A Glorious ,eginning Responsibilities of the ife of the Ambassador Rules of conduct, dress and official protocol Arrival reception in Greece Protocol visits .). S. Envoy/s 0ife Gets Teacup Snub1 2ady Norton/s recent face lift A Royal Gree4 Holiday, ,.C. 6,efore Cyrus7 8isit of Princess Eli9abeth and the Du4e of Edinburgh Royal reception Gree4 Revival Gree4 language study Ne Address: Athens Ambassador/s Residence; 2ydis House Maximos House Moutain in Mauve Mt. Hymettus Her Imperial Highness, the Princess Helen Prince Nicholas of Greece German 00II occupation 1 Peloponnesian Pilgrimage 0ith King and Queen on Royal Yacht 8illage of Malavryta Agia 2avra monastery Gree4AAmerican Affair or Scions of Pericles Gree4s from )nited States Gree4 living customs Affection for )S Island Odyssey 8isit to Dodecanese Patmos, 2eros, Kalymnos and Cos Easter Island in the Hellenes Rhodes, history 2indos Orthodox Easter Kansas Comes to Greece Touring ith relatives Golden Jubilee King Paul/s fiftieth birthday celebrations Distaff Diplomacy Official responsibilities of the Ambassador/s ife Diplomats at 0or4 2ocal charity functions Fleet visits Athens 0or4ing Girls Home Soeur Helene/s ,a9aar Daughters of Penelope Eure4a shop Scouting in Macedonia and Thrace American Farm School Anatolia College Mt Athos American Consul General John Holt Kastoria Frontier villages Apple pie and corn on the cob ,arbecue 2 Embassy party Resinated ine The Queen Diplomat/s Dilemma Ambassador/s official duties Obligation to Americans Interracial marriage Paradise 2ost Rumors and notice of transfer 0isdom of timely transfers Departure protocol Fare ell to Greece INTERVIEW FRAGMENTS OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE "Fragments of my fleece that I have left upon the hedges of my life." - Oliver 0endell Holmes, Jr. Special than4s to Joan Smith A Glorious ,eginning Engraved on the south est pediment of 0ashingtonBs )nion Station is an old Spanish proverb reminding the traveler that CHe, ho ould bring home the ealth of the Indies, must carry the ealth of the Indies ith him.C During our fourteen years in 0ashington, I had occasionally pondered these chiseled ords, and I pondered them again at length in 1950 hen President Truman appointed my husband to be the )nited StatesB Ambassador to Greece and e departed 0ashingtonBs )nion Station to go to live in Athens. 0ithout ta4ing inventory, it as evident that my intellectual baggage did not include the ealth of the Indies. Ho ever, no one ever ent abroad ith a greater ealth of expectancy, a higher sense of mission, or a more academic brush ith protocol. ,y 1950, times had changed considerably from the early days hen our State Department allegedly dispatched its emissaries ith but t o instructions: 1. Al ays sit ith your bac4 to the light. 2. ,e sure to ear a clean hite shirt. The Department too4 pains to imbue me ith a sense of responsibility and to teach me 3 the Ps and Qs 6protocol and Euintessence7 of the Foreign Service. I learned ho to seat a Navy admiral, an Army general, and a Marine general at the same dinner table ithout rupturing military eEuanimity. I learned that hile bracelets ere permissible on the outside of oneBs glove, rings must al ays be orn inside, and that both gloves and fruit must be peeled before eating. Through the sluggish process of social osmosis, I had already learned to be constantly on guard against the unmentionable Ds of polite formal conversation: dividends, disease, domestics, and descendants 6in the order of their unmentionability7. I 4ne that conversation ell, a diplomat as a peculiar species ho existed ithout any ostensible means of support, never enjoyed poor health, never propagated, and apparently did his o n house or4. Though on occasion, gaucherie superseded deliberate dumbness, I usually fought the good fight and maintained a frustrated silence on the tabooed topics, except hen in the bosom of my lenient 4in. No suddenly appeared old Gree4 hands ho imposed further restrictions on my conversational repertoire by adding t o more forbidden subjects to the proscribed list: Gree4 politics and the Gree4 language. Gree4 politics ere obviously a subject for me to shun li4e the plague. If one couldnBt spea4 intelligibly about her o n t o party system, she should never be so bold as to hold forth on someone elseBs fourteen party system. The subject of politics automatically tongueAtied me, but the Gree4 language on the other hand seemed an innocuous conversation piece. The seasoned Gree4 hands patiently explained that Gree4 is a plural language. ,esides the classical Gree4, there are t o modern Gree4 languages, the vernacular and the literary or scientific language. This diversity of their mother tongue, if not exactly a casus belli, is a nationally controversial issue that has split the Gree4s into t o camps, the Popularists versus the Purists, literally so to spea4. An ambassadorBs ife, especially one from a friendly nation, ould be illA advised to harp on such a discordant theme. One afternoonBs briefing as devoted entirely to the protocol of the diplomatic call. I learned that upon arrival at his post an ambassadorBs first official act is the presentation of his credentials to the sovereign of the country, after hich he is reEuired to call on the prime minister, the foreign minister, certain government officials, and his diplomatic colleagues in order of their seniority. As soon as the ambassador has completed his calls, protocol demands that his ife call on the other ives in the same seEuence. In that one afternoonBs session at the Foreign Service Institute I learned almost all there as to learn about the ritual of initial calls. Armed ith this degree of higher education, I sallied forth determined to ma4e friends for )ncle Sam or be shipped home from Athens on my shield. On the diplomatic front, I made a glorious start by un ittingly offending all my diplomatic colleagues before I even sa them. That feat as achieved Euite easily, ith practically no exertion on my part. It happened that before e departed 0ashington, the ife of our American Minister in Athens graciously rote for permission to give an evening reception for us as soon as possible 4 after our arrival in that city. 0e gratefully accepted the honor, the date of hich as left to the hostessB discretion. So as our locomotive steamed out of 0ashingtonBs )nion Station, the American Embassy in Athens as delivering invitations for a certain Tuesday nightBs reception to the diplomatic corps and Gree4 creme de la creme. 0e landed at the Athens airport on Friday afternoon, and the next morning the Embassy reEuested a date for my husband to present his credentials to King Paul at His MajestyBs earliest convenience. His MajestyBs earliest convenience as on Monday, the day preceding our Tuesday reception. According to custom, on Monday morning the King sent His ancient Rolls Royce and mounted palace guard to escort the Ambassador to the Palace for the formal presentation of his diplomatic credentials. The AmbassadorBs ife as not included in the traditional ceremony, but she and a bevy of eEually impressed American youngsters atched the splendid parade from the vantage of a curbstone across the street from the Palace gates. In the afternoon Their Majesties, King Paul and Queen Frederica, informally received both of us at Tatoi, the charming summer Palace in the country. The Ambassador spent the entire next day, Tuesday, calling on the other foreign ambassadors and government officials until alasF Tuesday evening eventually overtoo4 us before I had the opportunity to ma4e initial calls on my opposite members in the diplomatic corps. Though I didnBt reali9e it then, for the practical purposes of diplomacy, I as still officially in 0ashington. My colleagues could ac4no ledge neither my existence on earth nor my arrival in Athens until I had first called on them. The letter of protocol forbade their meeting me for the first time at a party in my honor. ,eing totally oblivious of the fact that oneBs calls served as oneBs passport to diplomatic society, I didnBt dream that I as to be a social parish, an untouchable in the diplomatic caste system, until my calls ere consummated. That evening the official and social elite of Athens and all the ambassadors came to our debut party, but none of the ambassadorsB ives, except the 4indly Nationalist ChineseBs, attended. Our charming hostess, Mrs. Harold Minor, seethed in diplomatic silence, but for me ignorance as bliss, and I as not sufficiently acEuainted ith Athenian society to miss the absentees. Moreover, I as already happily speculating on the pleasure of future dinner parties ith so many unattached ambassadors on tap. AthensB obvious ratio of eligible bachelors as a handsome improvement over 0ashingtonBs. )nEuestionably, I had at least arrived in hostess heaven. The next morning, una are that I had been publicly chastised, I too4 in hand my appointment list and merrily embar4ed on my visits to the ladies ho had stood at home the previous evening. My first stop as at the French Embassy to pay my respects to the Countess de 8aux St. Cyr, hose husband, by virtue of long residence in Athens, as dean of the diplomatic corps. At the door of a slightly seedy mansion I as admitted by a proper butler and ushered into a rather small dar4 sitting room to a ait my hostess.