Showing posts with label Florida. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Florida. Show all posts

6/21/13

MOTEL hopping: Crystal River, Florida


Let's hit the road folks and do some hopping around the country visiting motels.

This post card of the Crystal Lodge Motel in Crystal River, Florida, dates from the late-'60s to mid-70s. From what I can tell I don't think it exists anymore. It seems that there is now some sort of swim with the mantees dive center with the name Crystal Lodge. So don't unpack your bags, we won't be spending the night.




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4/26/13

WE PICK THE TICKS...


so you don't have to. Lyme disease free zone.






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4/24/13

Giving DIRECTIONS


"Go three miles down this road until you get to the Texaco station. Turn left at the Texaco station and continue another two miles until you come to the orange juice stand. Drive around the back of the orange juice stand to the dirt road. Take the dirt road around sixteen miles until you come to the old house with the rooster on the roof. If the rooster isn't on the roof knock on the door and ask why the rooster isn't on the roof. Turn left after the rooster and go a quarter mile to the palmetto plant. Whatever you do, don't touch the palmetto. Turn right at the palmetto and drive until you come to the paved road. Cross over the paved road and drive through the tunnel of trees, but watch out for the snakes hanging in the trees. Turn left right after the tunnel of trees and continue on a quarter of a mile until...."

"Grandpa, where did you send those people?"

"I have no idea."




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4/23/13

SEMINOLE INDIANS in Florida


The word Seminole is a corruption of cimarrĂ³n, a Spanish term for "runaway" or "wild one", historically used for certain Native American groups in Florida. The Indians who constituted the nucleus of this Florida group either chose to leave their tribe or were banished. At one time the terms "renegade" and "outcast" were used to describe this status, but the terms have fallen into disuse because of a negative connotation. They identify as yat'siminoli or "free people," because for centuries their ancestors had resisted Spanish efforts to conquer and convert them, as well as English efforts to take their lands and use them in their wars. They never signed a peace treaty with the United States. (SOURCE: Wikipedia)




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Check the labels below to see other post cards from the Asheville Post Card Company or to see more cards showing Native Americans.

4/1/13

Greetings from 1944 TAMPA, FLORIDA


It's May, 1944, and you're "stuck" in Tampa with a guy named Bill. Something is a mess, but I'm not sure what. The hotel? The town? The room? You figure it out and get back to me.




The word "Tampa" may mean "sticks of fire" in the language of the Calusa, a Native American tribe that once lived south of today’s Tampa Bay. This might be a reference to the many lightning strikes that the area receives during the summer months. Other historians claim the name means "the place to gather sticks". (SOURCE: Wikipedia)
The word "Bill" means:
  1. an amount of money owed for goods supplied or services rendered, set out in a printed or written statement of charges : he was running up a bill of hundreds of dollars | the bill for their meal came to $17.
  2. a draft of a proposed law presented to parliament for discussion : a debate over the civil rights bill.
  3. a program of entertainment, esp. at a theater : she was top of the bill at America's leading vaudeville house.
  4. a banknote; a piece of paper money : a ten-dollar bill.
  5. a poster or handbill : the circus promoters were posting bills all over town.
or...the guy who dragged you to Tampa.

1/9/13

Time to RUN AWAY FROM HOME: Part 4


Hey mister! I'm talkin' to you bub! Don't get enough of feeling like you're the king of your castle? Need to feel like a king on vacation? Well, apparently Florida has a crown waiting for you...in 1954. Yeah, sorry, but you'll have to do some time-traveling if you want the joy of being King of the Fishes.

Just imagine, Florida without the amusement parks.




As to the copy in the little coupon saying "Cool in the Summer!" I think it's probably all relative because I've never heard of someone from California going to Florida in the summer and saying, "Wow! The weather was so cool and refreshing!"

8/5/11

LET'S GO FIRST CLASS across America: Part 2


Let’s take a trip to Palm Beach, Florida and stay at the Biltmore Hotel. Oh, wait…it’s not a hotel anymore. It’s a long story.




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In 1894 the Palm Beach Hotel opened at 150 Bradley Place. In March of 1925 it burned down. In its place was built the Alba Hotel for between $5 and $6 million.

The hotel's furnishings were worth more than $2 million, and the Alba was surrounded by formal gardens.
But from the opening night's festivities, which the house staff threatened to boycott, the Alba seem doomed. Fewer than two months after opening, the hotel was awash in red ink and later closed.

On Sept. 16, 1928, Palm Beach was hit by a Category 4 Hurricane that destroyed much of Palm Beach and blew the roof off the Alba. Somehow repairs were made, and it reopened as the Ambassador for the 1929 season. (SOURCE: Restaurant Ware Collectors)
This too, failed, and the 1933 Hotel Red Book listed it as the Alba again until it was sold to a company that owned the Biltmore in Coral Gables, Florida and was renamed the Palm Beach Biltmore. I’m not sure if this took place in 1935 or ’38.
During WWII, the Biltmore served as a women's Coast Guard Training Center, and after that, a U.S. Navy convalescent hospital. When the Navy left the hotel, it once again became the opulent Palm Beach Biltmore Hotel. (SOURCE: Restaurant Ware Collectors)
The Palm Beach Biltmore Hotel was transformed into a U.S. Naval Special Hospital from mid-1945 to the end of the war, accommodating 1,400 soldiers convalescing from rheumatic fever or arthritis brought on by exposure. In June 1943, before it became a navy hospital, the Biltmore was used for the first dedicated school for the Coast Guard Women’s Reserve. SPARs, as it was known for its creed, “Semper Paratus, Always Ready,” was created by the U.S. legislature on November 23, 1942, to allow more men to be sent overseas. Until the Palm Beach school was ready, enlistees were trained on the campuses of Oklahoma A&M, Iowa State Teachers College, and Hunter College.

Male reservists spent a month converting 430 rooms in what was then reputed to be the most expensive building yet constructed in Florida. They replaced hotel furniture with “sturdy stuff” and knocked out walls to accommodate six women per room, removing doors and luxury decorations.

The initial four-week boot camp was expanded to six weeks and included classes in organization, personnel, ships, and aircraft. Enlistees practiced deck swabbing in the hotel hallways. Disciplined physical training was held in part at the Surf Club, which was dedicated to their exclusive use of the tennis courts and beach. Graduates either were assigned to active duty or remained for 12 more weeks of specialist training to become storekeepers, yeomen, cooks, bakers, commissary stewards, dental or pharmacist mates, or recruiters. (SOURCE: PBC History Online)
So, what of the hotel after World War II and today? If you thought yesterday’s was expensive wait until you see the numbers for this one.
In 1946, the Biltmore, then owned by the Hilton chain, returned to civilian service. The hotel closed in the 1970s and fell into disrepair, but was rescued from demolition by famed developer John D. MacArthur. MacArthur sold it in 1977 for $5.3 million to investor Stanley J. Harte, who renovated it and reopened it in 1981 as the 128-unit Palm Beach Biltmore Condominiums.
Interested in living in the Biltmore? Are you in that 1% of the American public who haven’t been hurt by the economy? Then have I got a place for you. Take a look at some of the current condos available. (If this link doesn’t’ work in the future all I can say is sorry, it was current for the day this post was written.)

At one point the former Shah of Iran’s sister lived in the building. Her penthouse was on the market in 2009.

So I guess this means we won’t be meeting in the coffee shop around midnight in the Biltmore for a pie and coffee. I’ll see if I can find a place still open to the public for tomorrow. In the meantime, pack your bags.

This card, like the one yesterday, is a Curt Teich linen.