The Kissingers are at home, finally
After several weeks of searching, Nancy Kissinger finally settled on an elegant if traditional townhouse—three story, white-washed brick, ivy-covered—on Georgetown's Dumbarton Avenue. A blend of Federalist and Victorian architecture, it has four bedrooms, a second-floor library, fireplaces, a breakfast nook and a patio in back. More importantly, it has a basement that will be used as a command post by Kissinger's ever-present security detail. The house was owned in the late 1950s and early 1960s by Supreme Court Justice Felix Frankfurter, who sold it back to its original and present owner, Mrs. Elizabeth Chase Burden of New York. "It's a comfortable, dignified house, with no pretentions," says Realtor Mrs. John Henry, who handled the negotiations. The Kissingers will rent—for an undisclosed amount which is believed to be about $1,200 a month—rather than buy. "We only plan to be in Washington for three more years," Nancy told one realtor. Although some of Kissinger's security staff had urged them to find a more secluded—and easier to guard—house, last week Henry and Nancy moved their belongings out of his cramped bachelor quarters and into their new place.
It was a party only a Rockefeller could afford, with a guest list only a Henry Kissinger could attract. Under a tent on the family's 3,000-acre Hudson River estate, New York's former Governor Nelson Rockefeller was host to 350 guests from business, labor unions, entertainment, journalism and politics, who gathered to honor the Kissinger newlyweds. People had jetted in from Texas, California, Europe. The cuisine was international—cold borscht, striped bass, beef Wellington—and was served amidst carts stuffed with daisies and roses. Security was tight. Old friends lined up to greet the secretary of state, and the energetic danced to a loud and lively band. The only disappointment of the evening was the absence of Kissinger's new bride, the former Nancy Maginnes. Invitations had been sent out weeks earlier and, subsequently, Nancy had checked into Bethesda Naval Hospital for treatment of ulcers—a condition doubtless aggravated by her recent travels in the Mideast and possibly even by her dogged efforts to find suitable Washington digs for herself and her new husband (following page).