The Last Years of Anna Anderson- Mrs. Anastasia Manahan
After
dragging on for over thirty years, Anna Anderson's court case finally
came to an end in 1970. It was declared she had not proven her identity
of Grand Duchess Anastasia. But because this was years before the DNA
tests, no one had officially disproven it, either. But for all intents
and purposes, she lost. It was over. What became of her in her later
years?
For nearly twenty years, she had lived in U in the old shack given to her by Prince Frederick and supported by him and other Steinerists in the village. She had several large dogs and many cats and a lot of junk. She rarely came in or went out, would not answer the door, and did not want visitors. In 1968, she was taken to Paris to meet the Tsar's old mistress, Mathilde K. When she returned home, she fell ill and had to be taken to a hospital. She then found to her horror that in her absence Prince Frederick and others had cleaned up her compound, threw away her belongings, and had her dogs and cats killed.[1] This was very devastating for her. Anna was heartbroken and had another breakdown. She called her old supporter 'the new Yurovsky' and wanted no more to do with him. [2] She then decided to move, almost penniless, to the US with Gleb Botkin.
In Charlottesville, VA, she met up with Gleb's friend John(Jack) Manahan, a wealthy but
eccentric history professor who accepted her claim and wanted to marry
her. Gleb, who still felt himself obligated to be her protector, went along with the marriage because at least
she would have a home and be taken care of this way. There are rumors
that John made her sign an affadavit swearing she was Anastasia before
the wedding, and he then bragged about being 'the son in law of the
Tsar!' Gleb, who had become archbishop of his own "Church of
Aphrodite", [3] had heart problems and was growing ill.When his home in New
Jersey burned down, he had moved to Charlottesville to be near his daughter
Marina. After finding his "Anastasia" a final home and support, Botkin passed away in 1969.[4]
Anna
Anderson and Jack Manahan were strange, but seemed very happy together.
He called her Anastasia, she called him Hans. They had a lovely home on
prestigious University Circle in Charlottesville near the University of
Virginia, and a farm in Scottsville. As years passed, the home on
University circle fell into disrepair, looked much like Sleeping
Beauty's castle from the outside with a jungle of overgrowth and a yard
littered with dog food cans and other debris. Inside, things were much
worse. She never threw anything away. Her Anastasia collection mingled with the rest of the mess. Pictures show the floor and furniture covered with clothes,
books and newspapers, some of it to hide the 'accidents' of some 68
dogs and cats they owned in the house. Jack made excuses for her, explaining that "this is the way Anastasia likes to live." Once again she had acquired a large number of cats, and Jack had a large number of dogs. One of her most honorable attributes was her
love for animals, but despite John's wealthy financial status, they did not
take very good care of the pets. Some were very mangy and sickly, and
when one died, she would cremate its body in the fireplace.[5] She believed they had been reincarnated from old friends, and would be reincarnted again. Finally,
neighbors complained about the garbage, unkept property and the smell. In court,
Manahan declared that they hadn't cleaned up because "we haven't used
the vacuum in at least six years, now it's too late."[6] They were allowed to stay
as long as they cleaned the place up and moved the animals out to the
farm. There were even more dogs on the farm, and some had been shot by
neighbors and deputies because they had been raiding barns and killing
livestock when they had not been fed properly. John once counted a tragic loss
of 41 of his dogs this way. In addition to that, cruel teenagers who
shouted rude names at the couple, calling her 'Apple Annie' or 'bag
lady', also shot at the animals.[7] One of them was a favorite dog of
Anna's, and they drove around with him in the car, the bullet still
lodged in his hind leg, making him yelp with every bump they hit. Dr. Terry Melton, who would later work on a DNA test proving she wasn't Anastasia, grew up in Charlottesville and had met the couple once at a local cafeteria in their old station wagon full of dogs and dog food.[8]
The
pair became well known throughout the area, driving around in a beat up
blue station wagon with dogs inside. As Anna's health worsened, she had
to use a wheelchair, and this was always seen stuffed in the station
wagon too. Both of them had become so paranoid they were afraid they were under surveillance all the time, and in danger of being killed by the KGB or some other spy. They often ate out at restaraunts and buffets, but rarely
came inside, since both somehow feared the KGB was trying to poison
them. Manahan would take the meals out in styrofoam containers, his
pockets stuffed with condiments and plastic cutlery, and they'd dine in
the car. They were such a familiar, even beloved, area fixture,
they were even let off the hook by the police, the officers telling
people 'it's okay, we know these two!' [9] It was also said said by some
that Manahan refused to shake hands because he feared someone was going
to kill him with a poisoned joy buzzer. They set all sorts of booby traps about their yard to catch enemies that may come sneaking around.
From
time to time, visitors still came to see "Anastasia" and when she felt
like it, she'd tell her story. Though both she and Manahan were very
content in their lifestyles, others became concerned as her health
deteriorated and it was determined that he could no longer properly
care for her. She was made a guardian of the court, and the guardian
had her committed to UVA's Blue Ridge Psychiatric Hospital. In Nov.
1983, Jack Manahan abducted his wife from the facility, leading to a
widespread police search. They were found in December, living in an old
abandoned farmhouse in Amherst County. The station wagon, which had
broken down, had been hidden from view of the road by trees. The
incident and being exposed to the elements for so long weakened her
health even more. On Feb. 12, 1984, Anastasia Manahan, aka Anna
Anderson, passed away from pneumonia at Martha Jefferson Hospital. Jack
said she was just 'worn out.' It had been quite a life. [10]
By
Franziska's birthdate of Dec. 1896, she had lived 87 years, 2 months.
This was a full 70 years, one month more than the real Anastasia got.
According to a neice, the family always said that Franziska didn't want
to be buried in a one horse town, she wanted to go out into the world
and make something of herself. She wanted to die a famous actress. [11]
And so she did.