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Showing posts with label Curt Teich. Show all posts

8/6/13

MOTEL hopping: Amarillo, Texas


I never stayed in a Ramada Inn, and I won’t be staying in one tonight at this location.




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Folks, it looks like this place is long gone. Google Earth shows the following for the address on the back of the card. And no, this isn't exactly how it looks at Google Earth. I added the boomerang shape just to make things interesting.


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I don’t remember seeing any Ramada Inns until the mid-to-late ‘60s. Like the Holiday Inn, they had distinctive architecture. In Ramada’s case it was a bit of colonial Willismsburg kitch. Holiday Inn was always trying to be a bit sleeker and modern. I always wondered if the colonial theme was also in the rooms.
The lodging chain was founded in 1953 by longtime Chicago restaurateur Marion W. Isbell (1905–1988) and a group of investors including Michael Robinson of McAllen, Texas who later went on to start Rodeway Inns in the early 1960s; and Del Webb of Phoenix, who owned the New York Yankees and went on to establish his own lodging chain, Hiway House, in 1956. Other original investors of Ramada Inns included Bill Helsing, Isbell's brother-in-law; Max Sherman of Chicago, a produce operator dubbed "The Tomato King"; Chicago attorneys Ezra Ressman and Mort Levin; and Frank Lichtenstein and Robert Rosow of San Antonio, Texas.
Chicago, a produce operator dubbed "The Tomato King"; Chicago attorneys Ezra Ressman and Mort Levin; and Frank Lichtenstein and Robert Rosow of San Antonio, Texas.

Ramada opened its first hotel—a 60-room facility—on U.S. Route 66 at Flagstaff, Arizona in 1954 and set up its headquarters in Phoenix, Arizona, where the chain built the Sahara Hotel on North 1st Street downtown in 1956 (which later became the Ramada Inn Downtown) and a 300-room Ramada Inn in the 3800 block of East Van Buren in 1958 that would become the chain's flagship property and headquarters. Mr. Isbell, like his contemporary, Kemmons Wilson, the founder of the Holiday Inn hotel chain, devised the idea of building and operating a chain of roadside motor hotels while he was on a cross-country trip with his wife, Ingrid, and their three children. On that trip, Isbell noted the substandard quality of roadside motor courts along US highways at the time. He saw the possibility in the developing market for a chain of roadside motor hotels conveniently located along major highways which would provide lodgings with hotel-like quality at near-motel rates plus amenities such as TV, air conditioning, swimming pools, and on-premises restaurants.

The Ramada name is derived from the Spanish term rama (meaning branch)and was applied to temporary open air structures called Ramadas that were made of brush or branches (similar to an arbor) and were popular in Arizona during harvest time. Company websites commonly refer to the structure as a "shady resting place."

Through its early years until the early 1970s, a typical Ramada Inn was built of colonial Williamsburg-style architecture to set their hotels apart from the standardized architectural designs used by competitors such as Holiday Inn and Howard Johnson's. These are properties that have distinctive triple pillars and a white overhang in the front of the hotel, in addition to all-brick architecture. However, most of these are now rebranded under various other names but a few original Ramada Inns of that colonial design continue as franchises of the chain today including a hotel in Ocala, Florida.

Ramada's logo, from its start in the 1950s until around 1976, featured a friendly bald innkeeper, dubbed "Uncle Ben". He sported an apron (later a suit and tie) and held a top hat in one hand and in the other hand, a red trumpeted banner that read "Ramada Inn Roadside Hotels". From 1976 to 1982, the chain's logo was a simple rounded rectangle that read "Ramada Inn" in the same gothic Western style lettering of the original design. From 1982 to 2004, Ramada changed to a revised, rounded rectangular design with more modern lettering. (SOURCE: Wikipedia)
I did once stay in Amarillo, well, a little east of town. It was early January 1959 and my family was on our way to Hawaii from the East Coast. We were riding in a blue and white Oldsmobile towing a ’56 Chevy Bel Aire convertible, also blue and white. Both cars, my folks, my budgie Pete, and I all shipped out of San Francisco on January 16th. Before feeling the warmth of the tropics we’d had to drive through winter storms that culminated in Amarillo.

Just outside Amarillo we couldn’t see the road because of the drifting snow and wind. We stopped at the first motel my dad spotted. Our room was toward the back of the “u” shaped building. A restaurant was in the front between the corners of the “u.” It was an experience I’ve never forgotten. It was practically as cold in the room as outside. The heater blew nothing but cold air and my father was busy trying to duck tape anything he could find over the vents. Meanwhile my mother and I huddled in the  double bed covered with blankets watching game shows on the snow tv screen.

I can’t remember the name of the show, but it was one of my favorites, and now I was freezing to death while watching it. There was a gauzy curtain with a person standing behind it in shadows. On the other side of the curtain there were three people and the MC. The point of the show, as if there ever really was a point to any of the shows, was for one of the three people to recognize by asking questions who the person was behind the curtain. It was always meant to be heartwarming. Heaven knows in that motel room we needed all the warmth we could get.

Eventually we went up to the cafe for dinner which meant going back out in the wind and snow. On a sunny warm day it would’t have been much of a walk, but that day it felt like it took forever. As I recall my mother carried my little budgie in his travel cage. He went into all restaurants with us, covered beneath a little towel. People would get the strangest looks when they heard a bird in the place.

Anyway, we’re going to keep driving since the Ramada Inn at 1001 E. Amarillo Blvd. is gone. Even the tree is gone. Nothing left but concrete and ugly.



I’m just really pleased it’s not winter along the Panhandle.

7/28/13

MOTEL hopping: HOLIDAY INN memories


For so many years staying at a Holiday Inn was only a dream. They were too expensive for my family. Gradually, I guess as my father's income increased, we began to stay at them more often. The last one I remember staying in was in London in 1975. After weeks and weeks of traveling through Europe my friends and I just wanted something that felt familiar with a bathroom NOT down the hall.

On the same trip we'd also stayed at the Holiday Inn in Augsburg, Germany. Actually there's a very long story about that hotel which only personal friends have been bored with. I'll save you the details, but there was a McDonald's clown involved, a stick shift in a candy colored green Opal, and trolley tracks. Like I said, a long story.




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9/27/12

BRIDGES: Beaver Creek Bridge in South Dakota


Today we're in South Dakota. I have actually been on this bridge, which is not something I can claim about the three previous bridges.




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I quite enjoyed the Black Hills of South Dakota. It's beautiful and the ride through Custer State Park is an adventure when you go through some of the tunnels. I watched a tour bus come through a particularly narrow tunnel. The driver first got out on the other side, pushed in his mirrors, then started inching through the tunnel. I was standing with a group of people and we all stared in disbelief that he was attempting this. When the bus finally got through we all waved at the driver and passengers and they waved back at us. Later on down the road I was able to talk to the driver who told me he did this every week, multiple times, and had never hit the side. I told him, "You're a better man than me Gunga Din."

And now a little historical perspective about the bridge.
The Beaver Creek Bridge spans one of two perennial streams that flow into Wind Cave National Park. It is a deck arch bridge built of concrete and steel. It is 225 feet (69m) long and sits 115 feet (35m) above the canyon floor. The purpose of constructing the bridge in 1929 was to provide travelers a more suitable access to the newly developing Custer State Park to the north of Wind Cave National Park.
One of the significant accomplishments of the builders of the bridge was to create the illusion that the concrete arches rise naturally from the rock walls on opposite sides of the canyon. The nature of this bridge makes it historically significant. It is the only bridge of its particular arch type in the State of South Dakota. It is also only one of three "most significant bridges" in the Rocky Mountain region of the National Park System. Construction of this bridge was made possible through the efforts of Peter Norbeck, U.S. Senator from South Dakota. Senator Norbeck was also involved with the development of Custer State Park and scenic highways within the Black Hills. (SOURCE: National Park Service)
To see previous posts about bridges click on "bridge" in the labels below.