In October 1971, health inspectors from Suffolk County, New York, arrived at a shingled house near the ocean in East Hampton. The gardens had vanished under vines, garbage collection had stopped, and there was no running water inside. The inspectors later wrote that the house was unfit for habitation. According to one account, they reported twelve sick cats.

The woman who lived there said there were only eight, and that they were healthy. Two women lived in that house: a former singer of seventy-six and her fifty-three-year-old daughter, who had once made her debut at the Pierre Hotel in Manhattan. Their names were Edith Bouvier Beale and Edith Bouvier Beale. Mother and daughter.

Big Edie and Little Edie. They were the aunt and cousin of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, the most famous woman in the world. Within a year, Jackie would pay to rescue them. Within four years, two filmmakers would turn their lives into one of the most famous documentaries ever made.

Within fifty years, the abandoned house they lived in would sell for fifteen and a half million dollars. This is the story of the Beales of Grey Gardens. How a family from the top of American society came to live with cats and raccoons in the dark, and how the world loved them for it. Start from the beginning, when Grey Gardens was still beautiful.

The Bouvier family of East Hampton. To understand how two women ended up living that way, you have to understand who they were supposed to be. Edith Ewing Bouvier was born on October 5, 1895, in Nutley, New Jersey. Her father, John Vernou Bouvier Jr.

, was a successful New York lawyer. The Bouviers liked to present themselves as old French aristocracy. In reality, they were a wealthy American family that worked hard to look like one. Edith had four siblings.

Among them was her brother, John Vernou Bouvier III, the handsome stockbroker everyone called Black Jack. Years later, Black Jack had two daughters, Jacqueline and Lee. So when the world came to know Jacqueline Kennedy, it was also meeting the niece of Edith Bouvier Beale. In her youth, Edith wanted one thing above all else: to sing.

She had a strong voice and a passion for performing, and she gave recitals in her home and at local events. But a woman of her class in the 1920s did not become a professional singer. She married. In 1917, she married Phelan Beale, a lawyer who worked in her father’s office.

The wedding was a grand Catholic ceremony at St. Patrick’s Cathedral in New York. On the surface, it was a perfect marriage. Their first child was born the same year, on November 7, 1917, in Manhattan, and they named her Edith after her mother.

From the start, the family called them “Big Edie” and “Little Edie. ” Then came two boys: Phelan Jr. , born in 1920, and Bouvier, known as Budy, born in 1922. In the early 1920s, Phelan Beale bought his wife a summer house in East Hampton, Long Island.

The house had been built in 1897 by architect Joseph Greenleaf Thorp, on West End Road, near Georgica Pond, in what was then one of the finest summer resorts in America. Its walls were covered in shingles, and its garden was enclosed by decorative concrete walls. A previous owner, Anna Gilman Hill, had turned that walled garden into a famous attraction in its own right, which gave the estate its name: Grey Gardens. For a time, the house was exactly what it was created to be.

Big Edie filled it with music and parties, and her accompanist, pianist George Gold Strong, became a fixture of the house. Little Edie grew up running through those gardens, a tall, striking girl with a magnetic personality she had clearly inherited from her mother. Little Edie attended the Spence School in Manhattan until she was eleven. Then she moved to Miss Porter’s School in Farmington, Connecticut, the same school her cousin Jacqueline would later attend.

She graduated in 1935. On New Year’s Eve 1936, she was presented to society at a debutante ball at the Pierre Hotel in New York. She wanted what her mother wanted. She wanted to perform.

She wanted to work as a model, to dance, to be on stage. At seventeen, she got a modeling job with Macy’s. Her father objected. And that pattern repeated itself for years.

Little Edie kept reaching for a life of her own, and something, or someone, kept pulling her back. But by the early 1930s, the biggest problem was not Little Edie’s career. It was her parents’ marriage. The Great Depression hit Phelan Beale’s finances hard, and the marriage had already been strained.

By most accounts, the couple fought over Big Edie’s spending, her singing, her unconventional lifestyle. There were also reports that Phelan was involved with another woman. In 1931, they separated. Phelan stayed in Manhattan.

Big Edie stayed at Grey Gardens. She kept the house, and she received support for the children, but no alimony for herself. That detail matters more than it seems. Big Edie had no career and no income of her own.

The house was hers, but the money to run it was not. For the next fifteen years, the marriage existed only on paper. Then, in 1946, Phelan Beale obtained a divorce in Mexico. According to family accounts, Big Edie learned about it by telegram.

A year later, he remarried. The boys grew up and left. Budy went to Yale Law School and became a lawyer, like his father and grandfather. Phelan Jr.

built his own life. Both married. Neither wanted anything to do with Grey Gardens. So it was left to Big Edie and Little Edie.

In 1947, Little Edie finally broke away. She moved to Manhattan, first to an apartment, then to the Barbizon Hotel for Women, the famous residence where young women came to New York to chase their dreams of acting and modeling. For five years, she lived the life she had always wanted, or at least a version of it. She was in her thirties.

She was still beautiful. She was still waiting for her chance. By that time, Little Edie had lost most of her hair to a condition called alopecia areata that had started when she was young. Later, she would wear tightly wrapped headscarves, an image that would one day become one of the most famous in American cinema.

Then, on July 29, 1952, she came back to her mother’s house in East Hampton. Why did she come back? That is one of the great unanswered questions of this story. Some accounts say her father had stopped paying for her in the city and sent her home.

Others say her mother called her back because she needed someone to care for her. Little Edie herself told the story differently over the years. Whatever the reason, she intended it to be temporary. She stayed for twenty-seven years.

In 1956, Phelan Beale died. The small amount of money that had been sent to the family dwindled. The sons took over the family trust, and it did not last long. The house began to decay first.

Without servants, no one trimmed the gardens. The vines climbed the walls, then the windows, then the roof. The pipes broke and were not fixed. The heating stopped working.

Eventually, the water was cut off. At the same time, the cats came. The two women fed stray cats that wandered in from the neighborhood. None of them were spayed or neutered.

So the cats had kittens, and the kittens had kittens. Then came the raccoons. They moved into the attic and dug into the walls. Instead of driving them away, the Beales fed them too.

In later years, Little Edie would leave food for them in the attic as if they were part of the family. Around them, the Hamptons were turning into the most expensive summer real estate in America. Neighbors had manicured gardens, servants, and poolside parties. The Beales had a crumbling mansion, a colony of cats, and each other.

For nearly twenty years, almost no one outside East Hampton noticed. That was about to change. No one knows exactly which neighbor complained first. But by the fall of 1971, complaints about Grey Gardens had reached the Suffolk County Health Department.

On October 22, 1971, a team of about a dozen officials arrived at the house with a search warrant. The warrant was based on a claim that the two women were sheltering sick cats. What they found became fodder for the press. The house was filled with garbage and smelled overwhelmingly of cats.

There was no running water. Trash had piled up because collection had stopped due to unpaid bills. Reports said the inspectors counted twelve sick cats and declared the house unfit for habitation. But Little Edie disputed most of these claims.

“There were only eight cats, not twelve,” she said, “and none of them were sick. ”

For the Beales, this was not an inspection. It was a raid. That is what they called it.

One of the inspectors contacted Big Edie’s son Budy, who was then a successful lawyer with his own practice. Budy and his brother had for years refused to pay for the maintenance of the house, wanting to get their mother and sister out and sell it. According to one account, Budy told the inspector: “You’ve described it accurately, but this is nothing new. My mother is the original hippie.

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The county moved to evict them. For most families, that would have been the end of the story, a sad, private one. Two eccentric women, a crumbling house, a quiet eviction, a nursing home. But this was not most families.

The press knew who Big Edie’s niece was. In 1972, the story of Grey Gardens was everywhere. Newspapers and magazines covered it as a scandal. Jackie Kennedy Onassis was living between Fifth Avenue and a Greek island, married to one of the richest men in the world.

Meanwhile, her aunt and cousin were living in misery in the Hamptons, without water, surrounded by cats. The contrast was stark. The Kennedy name drew the papers. The Beales did not hide.

Little Edie spoke to journalists. Big Edie made clear she had no intention of leaving her house. Then Jackie stepped in. Over the following months, Jackie paid for the house to be cleaned and repaired.

Her sister, Lee Radziwill, helped oversee the work. Accounts differ on the total cost, but it ran to tens of thousands of dollars, covering cleaning, repairs, back taxes, and a sum of money for the two women to live on. Work crews removed the garbage. Utilities were restored.

Basic repairs were made to the house. Once the work was done, the house met the county’s requirements, and the eviction order was dropped. The Beales could stay. The cleaning was real, but it was a rescue, not a restoration.

Nothing changed about the way the women lived. Still no regular income, no staff, no plan beyond staying at Grey Gardens. But the raid changed something else. For the first time in decades, people were paying attention to them.

And one of those people had a movie camera. In the summer of 1972, Lee Radziwill had an idea for a film. She wanted to make a documentary about her childhood summers in East Hampton, about the Bouvier world in which she and Jackie had grown up. To make it, she brought in two of the most respected documentary filmmakers in America, brothers Albert and David Maysles.

The Maysles brothers were known for a style called direct cinema. No narrator. No staged interviews. They simply followed people and filmed what happened.

Lee took them to Grey Gardens. The brothers met Big Edie and Little Edie and were captivated. They filmed the two women that summer while the cleanup was still underway. But Lee’s project stalled.

It was shelved, and the footage disappeared from view for decades. The Maysles could not stop thinking about the Beales. So in the fall of 1973, they returned on their own. This time there was no Bouvier family project and no money from Radziwill.

They raised the funds themselves and made a film about just two people. The Beales agreed. They were paid for their cooperation and promised a share of any profits. Little Edie later told the New York Times they each received five thousand dollars.

Then the cameras started rolling. The brothers and their small crew filmed at Grey Gardens for about six weeks and shot more than seventy hours of footage. The editors who turned that footage into a film, Ellen Hovde, Muffie Meyer, and Susan Froemke, played a crucial role in the final result, and Hovde and Meyer were credited as directors as well. What they captured was unlike anything else.

The two women lived in one upstairs bedroom, sharing it with the cats. They cooked on a hot plate by the bed, eating ice cream and liver pâté. Raccoons lived in the walls and attic, and Little Edie fed them. The women talked constantly about the past, about the men Little Edie might have married, about the career Big Edie had given up, about who had destroyed whose life.

Little Edie, then in her fifties, performed for the camera. She danced in the hallway, improvised costumes from upside-down skirts, cardigans pinned around her head, scarves held with brooches. She called it her costume for the day. She sang.

She flirted with the filmmakers. She talked about her life as if it were a play that had never been staged. Big Edie, nearing eighty, sang too. She sang the songs she had performed decades earlier, in a voice that still held something special.

The film explained nothing. There was no narrator to tell the audience what to think. We simply watched a mother and daughter who loved each other, hated each other, and could not live without each other. Big Edie once summed up her life in two sentences: “You become very independent when you live alone.

You become a real individual. ”

The film was called Grey Gardens. It premiered at the New York Film Festival on September 27, 1975. It opened in American theaters in February 1976 and screened at the Cannes Film Festival the same year.

The reactions were divided. Some critics were horrified. Walter Goodman of the New York Times called the Beales oddities and questioned why they were being shown this way. Others saw something deeper: a portrait of two unusual, intelligent, funny women who had chosen their own reality and were completely themselves on camera.

The question of whether the film exploited them never disappeared. Albert Maysles always insisted that the Beales were in control, that they knew exactly what they were doing. Little Edie agreed. She loved the film and called it a classic.

According to Albert Maysles, when critics attacked the film, she wrote a letter to the New York Times defending them. Still, the film did not do well at the box office, and the profits the Beales had been promised never materialized. Little Edie told the New York Times in 1978: “We really thought we were going to make some money. ” Those were her famous last words on the subject.

The money never came. But something else happened. Over the following decades, Grey Gardens became a widely popular classic, screened in art houses and universities. Fashion designers studied Little Edie’s costumes.

People quoted her lines to each other. The two women who had been an embarrassment to their family became, in a strange way, icons. Big Edie did not live to see most of it. In early 1977, she fell ill.

She was eighty-one years old. She had lived at Grey Gardens for more than half a century, and in her final years she rarely left it. She was taken to Southampton Hospital with pneumonia. As her mother lay dying, Little Edie reportedly asked her if she had any final thoughts.

Big Edie’s answer became one of the most quoted lines in the entire story. She said: “There is nothing more to say. It’s all in the film. ”

Edith Bouvier Beale died on February 5, 1977.

She was buried in the Bouvier family plot at Most Holy Trinity Catholic Cemetery in East Hampton, not far from the house she had refused to leave. For the first time in her life, Little Edie was alone. She was fifty-nine. She had no husband, no children, no job, no money.

What she had was a sprawling house in one of the finest neighborhoods in the country, a house that was collapsing around her. And she had something else. For the first time, she had an audience. The film had made her something of a celebrity.

People recognized her. So, in her sixties, Little Edie finally did what she had wanted to do all her life. She went on stage. James Mackay, a New York nightclub owner, booked her for a show at Reno Sweeney, a nightclub in Greenwich Village.

He guaranteed her a minimum of fifteen hundred dollars. Her show opened on January 10, 1978, and ran for six nights. She sang. She danced.

She talked to the audience about her life. For six nights, Little Edie Beale was the performer she had always said she was. Then there was the house. She could not afford to keep it, nor to repair it.

So she put Grey Gardens on the market for five hundred thousand dollars. No one came. The best offers did not exceed two hundred thousand. She pulled the listing.

Then, in 1979, a couple came to look at the house. Ben Bradlee was the editor of the Washington Post, the man who had led the paper through Watergate. Sally Quinn was a writer at the paper. They were looking for a summer place in East Hampton.

What they found was a ruin. Bradlee later wrote that he had never seen a house in such terrible condition. Quinn remembered that the back of the house was flapping in the wind, and the piano collapsed when she touched it. But Quinn also said that when she walked in, she told Little Edie it was the most beautiful house she had ever seen.

According to Quinn, Little Edie replied: “It’s yours. ”

They agreed on a price of two hundred and twenty thousand dollars. There was one condition: the house was not to be demolished. In 1979, after twenty-seven years, Little Edie Beale left Grey Gardens for the last time.

What followed was a long, wandering end. She lived for a while at a friend’s house in Southampton, then in Manhattan, then in Florida, in Ormond Beach and Miami. She moved to Montreal for a time, then lived with friends in Oakland, California. She had once said that any little house, even on Tenth Avenue, would be better than Grey Gardens.

Now she had finally left it. In her last years, she settled into an apartment in Bal Harbour, Florida, near Miami, steps from the ocean, just like Grey Gardens. On January 14, 2002, Edith Bouvier Beale was found dead in her apartment. She was eighty-four.

She had likely died about five days earlier, probably of a heart attack or stroke. She was buried in Locust Valley Cemetery on Long Island. Edie and Edie were gone, but Grey Gardens remained. Ben Bradlee and Sally Quinn kept their promise: they did not tear Grey Gardens down.

But saving it was a far bigger job than anyone expected. Quinn later said that to get rid of the cat smell, they had to remove the floors and walls. The restoration returned the house to how it looked in the 1920s, the decade Big Edie had arrived. Even the bedroom that Edie and Edie shared was restored.

Within a few years, the house that had been a public health scandal was being photographed for architecture and design magazines. Bradlee and Quinn spent their summers there for thirty-five years. Ben Bradlee died on October 21, 2014. In February 2017, Sally Quinn listed Grey Gardens for sale at $19,995,000.

That November, a public auction was held at the house. Among the items sold was furniture that had belonged to the Beales. On December 20, 2017, Grey Gardens sold for $15,500,000. The house that Little Edie had sold for $220,000 was now worth roughly seventy times that.

The buyer was Liz Lange, a fashion designer known for founding a maternity clothing line. She and her family had already rented the house in 2015 and had fallen in love with it. Lange began a major second restoration that took about three years. A full basement was added, which the house never had.

The two old kitchens were combined into one. Plumbing and wiring were updated. But Lange preserved the original layout, the central stair railing, and the old garden walls that gave the estate its name. She worked with designers Mark D.

Sikes and Jonathan Adler. Said Lange: “We saved all the moldings and doors, restored them, and then put them back in the house. ”

Today the gardens of Grey Gardens are bright, colorful, and immaculately clean. The walls are covered in leopard-print wallpaper.

In one of the rooms are papier-mâché busts of Big Edie and Little Edie, made by artist Marc Gagnon. The Beales are still present in the house, in a way. Lange said in 2023: “I think the Beales would feel at home in its current form. ”

The Beales themselves have never quite left.

In 2006, Maysles footage that had not made it into the original film was released as a second feature, The Beales of Grey Gardens. That same year, Grey Gardens became a musical. It premiered off-Broadway at Playwrights Horizons in February 2006, then on Broadway in November of that year. It was the first Broadway musical adapted from a documentary.

Both Christine Ebersole, who played both Big and Little Edie, and Mary Louise Wilson, who played Big Edie in her final years, won Tony Awards. In 2009, HBO released a film titled Grey Gardens starring Drew Barrymore as Little Edie and Jessica Lange as Big Edie. It won six Emmys, including Outstanding Television Movie, and two Golden Globes. In 2010, the original 1975 documentary was added to the National Film Registry of the Library of Congress as a film of enduring cultural significance.

In 2014, Sight & Sound critics ranked it number ten on the list of the greatest documentaries ever made. In 2017, long-lost footage from Lee Radziwill’s 1972 project finally resurfaced. It appeared in a film called That Summer, showing the Beales during the cleanup Jackie had funded. Lee Radziwill died in 2019.

Jackie had died in 1994. The Beale brothers, Phelan Jr. and Budy, died in the 1990s. Yet the story keeps being retold.

In 2026, an Australian cabaret show inspired by the Beales, called House of Mould, was staged at the Malthouse Theatre in Melbourne and at the Adelaide Cabaret Festival. More than fifty years after the film, Little Edie’s scarves and upside-down skirts still appear on fashion mood boards. Her lines are still quoted by people who were not yet born when the film came out. And Grey Gardens, the most famous house in the Hamptons, is now one of its most beautiful.

It is easy to tell the Beales’ story as a cautionary tale. Two women from one of America’s most famous families lost their money, lost their house to the vines, and nearly lost it to the county. That is how the newspapers told the story in 1972. But that was not how the Beales saw it.

Big Edie had wanted to be a singer, but she was told to be a wife. Little Edie had wanted to be a performer, and she spent the best years of her life in a bedroom with her mother and the cats. Both of them were, in their own way, women who had been rejected. And at Grey Gardens, no one could reject them anymore.

The place was a ruin, but it was theirs. When the cameras finally came, they did not hide. They sang. They argued.

They dressed up. They showed the world who they were, on their own terms. That is why the film lasted. Not because of the cats or the raccoons or the Kennedy connection.

Because two people whom everyone else had rejected appeared on screen more alive than almost anyone else. Big Edie said it herself in the end. It’s all in the film.