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RECLUSE OF HAROLD SQUARE, MYSTERY IDA E. WOOD or Ida Mayfield Wood AKA Ellen Walsh, 1838 -1932, DIED AT AGE 94 ,American Socialite Turned Recluse. , SIGNED BY JOSEPH COX IN DUSTJACKET ,
How Ida Wood Went From Socialite To 'The Recluse Of Herald Square'
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How Ida Wood Went From Socialite To 'The Recluse Of Herald Square'
How Ida Wood Went From Socialite To 'The Recluse Of Herald Square'
How Ida Wood Went From Socialite To 'The Recluse Of Herald Square'
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Ida Ellen Walsh Mayfield Wood (1839-1932) - Find a Grave Memorial
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