Deborah and her pets (X)
At Bassetts, the Mayfield house, permanent residents were Jason, the pedigree sealyham and the black cat, Peter Geekee, named after the cat in a classic radio series.
Peter became the family’s unofficial air-raid warden when the dreaded V1 flying bombs were in the vicinity. His cat antennae warned him of their imminence long before mere humans got the signal, and he would come tearing into the house, his tail as rigid as a submarine’s periscope.
NB: This IS Jason
Deborah at home (X) - Pacific Palisades
"Almost no one does [hire a decorator] in England. At home we just take our time and put the heirlooms and antiques where they seem to please us most. Sometimes it takes ages to furnish a home. And I must admit some of them look rather dowdy, but at least they’re a true expression of the home owner’s taste." (Deborah Kerr)
"The conclusion that can be drawn about Deborah Kerr’s taste as reflected in her home is that it’s one of quiet refinement touched with the unpredictable.
In her living room, for example, the only two colors are grey and pale gold. The furniture consists of fine 18th century antiques. The couch and chairs are upholstered in gold brocade to match the draperies. The effect is restful and unobtrusive.
Round-the-world furnishings include wooden heads from the Congo, whale-oil lamps from a London antique shop, and Italian plaques.
The dining room table, supported by Prince of Wales feathers, was bought at auction. Gaudy blackamoor statues stand in indirectly lighted niches.
Deborah’s bedroom was a complete re-make job. A wall was knocked out for the sea-scape picture window.” (1950s press)
Deborah, at home (X) - Mayfield, Sussex
“Her financial position had become stable enough in early February 1944 for her to buy herself a home of her own, after so many years in family and institutional backgrounds. It was at Tunbridge Wells, on the Kent-Sussex border, and consisted of two old farmhouses knocked together, with a beautiful garden — a ‘must’ in her scheme of things ever since the orchard at Pound Cottage in Alfold. As things turned out she was to enjoy less than two years there: the house was auctioned off in 1946.” (Eric Braun)