I remember some of the great times that were had there. While Freddie was alive, it was the warmest, most welcoming home that I could wish for. It was decorated most beautifully, it was filled with great furniture and as Freddie said, it wasn’t a museum; it was a house to be lived in and enjoyed. For me, the minute Freddie passed away, it became just bricks and mortar, it lost the warm glow that Freddie imbued into it. With Freddie no longer there, it didn’t hold anything for me. When I left those few months later I took some wonderful memories with me.