She said, ‘ Well, we both have obsessive mothers, and maybe that’s why.’”Īnother Kennedy memory is accompanying JFK to his famous 1963 speech in West Berlin.
And Freck says to Jackie, ‘Yes, I’m a nail biter too,’ and they laughed. Sandra recounts an anecdote from his memoir: “At one point Jackie is taking a picture of him, and he notices that her fingernails are bitten. It was painful.”Īmong Freck’s duties in Marrakech was to squire then First Lady Jacqueline Kennedy around the city. But until she died, as far as she was concerned, I was wasting my life. “If she had lived until I got the rank of ambassador, then she would have for the first time been pleased with the second son. “ looked down on anything I was doing,” Freck said. “And neither of them believed that I was pleased with the way they were turning out, but I was.”Īpproval was not always easy to come by in the Vreeland family. And then at a certain moment the two of them crossed, and the one who’d been a playboy became a Tibetan monk and the other one became a serious businessman,” Freck said. Whereas Alexander, the younger son, was out preaching something called the Inner Peace Movement. “Originally, my older son was a useless guy who ran off with mistresses beginning at the age of 15, and was out every night in New York, whooping it up in black tie.
Visible behind them were mementos from their lives: a white plaster bust of Voltaire, acquired in a small French village a bas-relief of his late second wife, Vanessa, with whom he shared a mansion in Marrakech, riding a camel and a black-and-white-print of a tree, a gift to Sandra from Freck’s firstborn son Nicholas, who is a Buddhist monk and an accomplished photographer. “We’re just coming out of a year of total craziness, and I think now is the time to publish,” he told Avenue from his apartment in Rome, with his third wife, Sandra, by his side. He recently joined Twitter and Instagram as where he serves wisdom and lewks, and is shopping a memoir about his remarkable life. Undercover is no longer Freck’s style, however.
But if that ever got in his way, at least he now has someone to commiserate with: It was only recently that Freck learned his older brother, the architect Thomas “Tim” Vreeland Jr., 96, also worked for the CIA. Then there’s the name - made famous by his mother, the fashion editor Diana Vreeland - which is also likely to leave an impression. In addition to having the most translucent of covers - publicly, the longtime CIA officer was a career diplomat, rising to become ambassador to Morocco - he just looks the part of a suave, Cold War secret agent, with his aquiline angles, patrician bearing, and impeccable tailoring. It’s hard to imagine that Frederick “Freck” Vreeland, 94, was any good at avoiding notice as a spy.
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