In our family photo albums, there are pictures of a woman wearing a striped skirt like that. Must have been a "thing" back then.
Posted on 06/29/2017 5:25:38 AM PDT by SJackson
At my age, “roughing it” is slow room service.
And then there’s Geo. Vanderbilt’s summer escape..Biltmore Estate in Asheville, NC.
In our family photo albums, there are pictures of a woman wearing a striped skirt like that. Must have been a "thing" back then.
LOL! I hear you.
I remember vintage photos of duck hunting clubs from the 1920’s where all of the hunters were dressed in suits and ties (even while in canoes or standing in the reeds with a brace of ducks). I suppose that ducks were much more abundant and a lot dumber back then, so that camouflaging yourself wasn’t a priority.
“Thomas Edison visited the Grove Park Inn with three very good friends, and they tended to make this an annual stop,” Johnston-Crum says. “In fact, those friends were Henry Ford and [Harvey] Firestone. They called themselves the vagabonds.”
The three traveled in big caravans and, when they weren't at the Inn, arranged for full dinner services beneath a tent. (To see a video of the to-do, search for “vagabonds” on pbs.com.) Ford built specially outfitted cars that included refrigerators and other upgrades for their expeditions."
Grove Park Inn - Then
Grove Park Inn - Now
If you go around to the front of the Inn as in the ‘Then’ pic, it still looks the same.
My wife and I had our wedding luncheon there . Fabulous
IMO the Sunday Brunch Buffet at the Grove Park Inn is the best value in dining I’ve ever had.
One room of breads, rolls, sweet rolls, danish pastries
Another with cold cuts (no baloney,) shrimp, cheeses, etc.
Another with hot full meals, pastry wrapped pork tenderloins, beef, sides, and on and on.
Still another with desserts, fancy desserts.
Oh, and Belgian waffles, omelets made to order,
A 2-3 hour gluttony experience. :^)
A great read. My imagination had me in hysterics after reading about some surveyors who kept a collection of live tarantulas in jars and stacked them up on a shelf in their cabin.
A storm came up in the middle of the night and knocked the roof off an adjoining building, hitting the cabin. In the following turmoil as everyone scrambled, someone knocked the shelf over with a resounding crash and tinkle.
Can you imagine, in the pitch black darkness, someone yelling “Turn out, boys—the tarantulas is loose!”
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