“I wanted to tell my story. When I was growing up, I felt I was living in someone else’s Rokeby story. Its history seemed to stop when my great-grandmother died. My uncle, who put the place on the National Register and gave tours, would introduce me as, ‘This is my niece Alexandra, the next generation of Rokeby owners.’ Nobody was interested that I was the daughter of a Polish artist and a Harvard-educated aristocrat/blue-collar handyman.”