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Silky’s friends and acquaintances reads like a Who’s Who list. During her marriage to Douglas Fairbanks, she was introduced to the entire cast of 1930s Hollywood and before that she was a full-fledged member of London’s upper crust society and theater, the Bright Young Things.

Lord and Lady Plunket were a couple that the Fairbanks’ spent a good deal of time with. I have a shot of the two couples at a racetrack and I’ve seen another photo of Sylvia and Doug skiing with the Plunkets’ two children. What I didn’t know, until I found this post’s picture, was that Dorthea Plunket was the daughter of famous flapper Fanny Ward.

At my birthday picnic last week in Griffith Park, we toasted absent friends. We’ve lost some precious gems over the years and I think it’s important to keep speaking their names so they aren’t truly lost. Gene Stratton. Austin Eason.  Paul Grillo.

On their way to Hearst Castle on New Years’ Eve 1937, the Plunkets’ plane was caught in a storm and crashed into a mountain. Fanny Ward brought her daughter’s ashes home from the states to England aboard the Queen Mary and Doug and Sylvia accompanied her.

Understandably it is one of the most somber shots I have in my collection. The rich, famous and glamorous have their share of heartache and loss just like everyone else. Pain isn’t concerned with beauty, class, wealth, race, or religion. It’s one awful thing we all share.