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Anastasia Did Anastasia, The
Russian Princess
Really Exist?
Yes
she did and you can get the facts
in
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"ANASTASIA
! IS IT REALLY YOU . . . ?
Both
the Book and DVD will be released
in July 2003.
The title of Patte's new book and
DVD came from
one of
many suggested quotes from
newspaper and magazine articles
during Patte's and Maria Rasputin
in depth search for the genuine
Anastasia in the 60s,
"ANASTASIA ! IS IT REALLY
YOU . . . ?"
"ANASTASIA RE-DISCOVERED"
(An Intimate look)
"RASPUTIN
MEETS ANASTASIA . . .
sounds like the title
of a spooky movie..
Chicago Daily News,
August 19. 1968 (by Robert J.
Herguth) - "WHEN YOU HAVE A
RASPUTIN IN THE HOUSE . . .
you have an albatross around your
neck."
Washington Post,
Saturday, August 24, 1968 (by
Judith Martin Washington Post
staff writer) - "ON A VISIT TO
THE U.S. LAST WEEK, SHE FOUND AN
IMPORTANT BACKER . . . Maria
Rasputin, 69, daughter of the
"Mad Monk" who held dark
dominance over the Czarina."
TIME MAGAZINE, August
23, 1968 - "OFTEN CALLED THE
MYSTERY WOMAN OF THE 20TH
CENTURY" she claims to De the
Grand Duchess Anastasia.
Washington Star, Monday
August 12, 1968. (Brian Kelly) -
"ANOTHER CHAPTER HAS BEEN
ADDED, . . . to the "cloak
and dagger" story of Mrs. Anna
Anderson.
The Daily Progress,
August 8, 1968 "In
Charlottesville, Va. is Mrs. Anna
Anderson, the woman who claims to
be the Grand Duchess Anastasia of
Russia. "
The News and Observer,
August 11, 1968.
(MarshailLancaster). "Only Miss
Barham and Mrs. Anderson's
benefactor witnessed the meeting
last night between the two women
who may have known each other
intimately at the Czar's
court."
The Evening Star,
Washington, D.C. August 12, 1968
(Brian Kelly) "A 67 year old
Russian woman who claims she is
Grand Duchess. Anastasia, the
sole survivor of the family of
Czar Nicholas II massacred by
Communist revolutionaries 50
years ago, is living in
self-imposed secrecy . . .
Richmond Times
Dispatch, August 9, 1968,
"Maria Rasputin's full
endorsement that Mrs. Anderson is
Anastasia can be expected to have
some bearing on history. . .
"
The Daily Progress,
August 14, 1968 (Rey Berry) -
"More than a social visit is
involved when the chief contender
for recognition as Anastasia and
Rasputin's daughter get together
for the first time."
The Daily Progress,
August 14, 1968 ( Rey Barry) -
I WONDER WHATEVER HAPPENED TO . .
. .. ANASTASIA?
"ANASTASIA
! IS IT REALLY YOU . . .
?
Introduction
MORE
One day when Patte Barham and
I were thumbing through a
photograph album, she pointed,
"Here's a picture of me with
Maria Rasputin and Mrs. Anderson.
Can you imagine anyone believing
this woman was once a grand
duchess? But she had us fooled
for a while. My little escapade
cost me a few thousand
dollars."
Patte had already written
a memoir of Rasputin, the alleged
"Mad Monk" from Siberia, who was
the power behind the Russian
throne for a time. The
collaboration with his daughter,
"RASPUTIN, THE MAN BEHIND THE
MYTH", was published in 1977 by
Prentice-Hall and the paperback
editions by Warner Books in
1980.
"But, Patte," I asked, "if
you have written a manuscript
about your personal experience
with Mrs. Anna Anderson, why
haven't I heard about it? Why
hasn't it been published?
"Because it doesn't have a
happy ending!
"People want to read books
with happy endings, you know
that. Everything that's ever been
done about Anna Anderson has a
happy ending, . . . the play, the
movies, . . . There she is, the
Grand Duchess Anastasia, . . .
the lights dim slowly as she
walks off into the purple and red
sunset to Zurich, to a special
numbered account at the Banque
Suisse.
"Well, that's not the way
it happened. She appeared to be
confused -- other times quite
lucid -- and now and then she
would go into complete
withdrawal. I did feel sorry for
her, and so did Maria Rasputin, .
. . but a lot of unscrupulous
people who seemingly trained her
could have been involved in a
'Pavlov' experiment. When Mrs.
Anderson said, "I AM ANASTASIA",
she believed it. She had learned
that when she said, "I am
Anastasia", everyone listened. Of
course, they didn't really care
about her. However, if it could
be proven that she was the real
Anastasia, she might come into
all the money her father had
placed in those foreign banks,
and that is what they wanted. Not
her, . . . they wanted the
money."
After lunch, I went
upstairs and found the
manuscript. I took it home and
started reading it when I went to
bed. I could not put it down. The
sun was streaming through my
bedroom window when I finished.
It was six in the morning, and I
had just lived through a few
brief weeks in the life of Patte
Barham, Maria Rasputin and Mrs.
Anna Anderson.
Book II is Patte Barham's
manuscript as she had written it
in 1968. Little has changed,
except for the addition of this
introduction which Patte asked me
to write.
This is the real story --
and it is a better story for want
of the happy ending. It focuses
on the greed and ingenuity of
people. People who have learned
to take tragedy and failure and
turn it into success.
Who is to say that the
means do not justify the end?
They might well have been
successful. Certainly they cannot
be faulted for trying.
It isn't really the story
about a Russian Grand Duchess, .
. . it's a story about people, .
. . and to what lengths they will
go for fame, fortune and
security.
On the one side of the
drama were those persons who
tutored and manipulated Mrs.
Anderson, trying thereby to lip
their way into the vaults of the
Banks of England, China and
Switzerland. On the other side
were those who mined the drama
for all it was worth and who
sincerely believed in this
woman's story and took up her
cause to the bitter end. Of
course, poor Mrs. Anderson never
received a dime from the
endeavors of others -- either
way.
It isn't really an unhappy
story. It's a story of survival,
and the lengths to which people
will go to survive.
But the denouement of this
story has yet to be written,
while that treasure of the
Romanovs remains in foreign lands
-- and it could stay there
forever, unless someone can find
and literally dig up the
Czarina's personal jewels and
gold from the burial place
beneath the sands of the Gobi
Desert.
From the information that
I have seen, I am convinced that
it is there. And I am not the
first. One would have to be naive
in the extreme to attempt to pull
the wool aver the eyes of William
Randolph Hearst, but he too was
convinced enough to begin to
mount an expedition into the
Gobi. His plans, unfortunately,
were thwarted by World War II and
ultimately, his death.
ay when Patte Barham and I
were thumbing through a
photograph album, she pointed,
"Here's a picture of me with
Maria Rasputin and Mrs. Anderson.
Can you imagine anyone believing
this woman was once a grand
duchess? But she had us fooled
for a while. My little escapade
cost me a few thousand
dollars."
Patte had already written
a memoir of Rasputin, the alleged
"Mad Monk" from Siberia, who was
the power behind the Russian
throne for a time. The
collaboration with his daughter,
"RASPUTIN, THE MAN BEHIND THE
MYTH", was published in 1977 by
Prentice-Hall and the paperback
editions by Warner Books in
1980.
"But, Patte," I asked, "if
you have written a manuscript
about your personal experience
with Mrs. Anna Anderson, why
haven't I heard about it? Why
hasn't it been published?
"Because it doesn't have a
happy ending!
"People want to read books
with happy endings, you know
that. Everything that's ever been
done about Anna Anderson has a
happy ending, . . . the play, the
movies, . . . There she is, the
Grand Duchess Anastasia, . . .
the lights dim slowly as she
walks off into the purple and red
sunset to Zurich, to a special
numbered account at the Banque
Suisse.
"Well, that's not the way
it happened. She appeared to be
confused -- other times quite
lucid -- and now and then she
would go into complete
withdrawal. I did feel sorry for
her, and so did Maria Rasputin, .
. . but a lot of unscrupulous
people who seemingly trained her
could have been involved in a
'Pavlov' experiment. When Mrs.
Anderson said, "I AM ANASTASIA",
she believed it. She had learned
that when she said, "I am
Anastasia", everyone listened. Of
course, they didn't really care
about her. However, if it could
be proven that she was the real
Anastasia, she might come into
all the money her father had
placed in those foreign banks,
and that is what they wanted. Not
her, . . . they wanted the
money."
After lunch, I went
upstairs and found the
manuscript. I took it home and
started reading it when I went to
bed. I could not put it down. The
sun was streaming through my
bedroom window when I finished.
It was six in the morning, and I
had just lived through a few
brief weeks in the life of Patte
Barham, Maria Rasputin and Mrs.
Anna Anderson.
Book II is Patte Barham's
manuscript as she had written it
in 1968. Little has changed,
except for the addition of this
introduction which Patte asked me
to write.
This is the real story --
and it is a better story for want
of the happy ending. It focuses
on the greed and ingenuity of
people. People who have learned
to take tragedy and failure and
turn it into success.
Who is to say that the
means do not justify the end?
They might well have been
successful. Certainly they cannot
be faulted for trying.
It isn't really the story
about a Russian Grand Duchess, .
. . it's a story about people, .
. . and to what lengths they will
go for fame, fortune and
security.
On the one side of the
drama were those persons who
tutored and manipulated Mrs.
Anderson, trying thereby to lip
their way into the vaults of the
Banks of England, China and
Switzerland. On the other side
were those who mined the drama
for all it was worth and who
sincerely believed in this
woman's story and took up her
cause to the bitter end. Of
course, poor Mrs. Anderson never
received a dime from the
endeavors of others -- either
way.
It isn't really an unhappy
story. It's a story of survival,
and the lengths to which people
will go to survive.
But the denouement of this
story has yet to be written,
while that treasure of the
Romanovs remains in foreign lands
-- and it could stay there
forever, unless someone can find
and literally dig up the
Czarina's personal jewels and
gold from the burial place
beneath the sands of the Gobi
Desert.
From the information that
I have seen, I am convinced that
it is there. And I am not the
first. One would have to be naive
in the extreme to attempt to pull
the wool aver the eyes of William
Randolph Hearst, but he too was
convinced enough to begin to
mount an expedition into the
Gobi. His plans, unfortunately,
were thwarted by World War II and
ultimately, his death.
Patte
Barham
Senior
Editor of Television
International
Magazine
-----Patte
Barham was a protege of the
powerful newspaper publisher
William Randolph Hearst and spent
much of her youth at San Simeon
(Hearst's Castle). It was her
early experiences at the castle,
where she first heard of
Anastastia and her Royal family,
t;he Czar of Russia.
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