Showing posts with label Saint Augustine. Show all posts
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Saturday, January 12, 2013

Florida History: The Ponce de Leon Hotel turns 125


 
A cardboard cutout of Henry M. Flagler drew long lines of people Saturday who waited in the dining hall of Flagler College for a chance to get a picture of themselves with the oil tycoon.
 
“That is so neat,” said Theresa Lee, of Virginia, as she held pictures of herself, wearing a lace shawl and holding a white parasol, standing next to the black-and-white cutout.
 
Just 125 years earlier, the real Henry Flagler opened the same building as the Hotel Ponce de Leon, a luxury hotel and winter resort visited by the wealthiest of the wealthy, famous personalities and U.S. presidents.
 
On Saturday the college, the city and about 4,000 people turned out to celebrate Flagler, the hotel and the tourism boom he launched. After a ceremony saluting the 125th anniversary of the hotel’s opening, people walked through the entrance of now-Flagler College to tour the former hotel, learn about the man and pose for pictures with his cutout.
Perks
 
Inside, tour guides told tales of what life was like in the grand old hotel.
 
Finished in May 1887, the hotel featured electricity, more than 70 of Louis Comfort Tiffany’s stained glass windows and other priceless pieces of art.
 
Off the rotunda was the ladies’ parlor, where the women would spend their time listening to music and mingling as the men checked in, said guide Kalei Fowkes, a senior at Flagler.
 
“Ladies were actually not allowed at the check-in desk. It was forbidden,” she said.
 
The parlor is the most expensive room at the hotel and boasts Tiffany chandeliers and a clock made of the “largest piece of intact white onyx in the western hemisphere.”
 
 
A crowd gathers outside of Flagler College during a celebration of the 125th anniversary of the Hotel Ponce de Leon on Saturday morning.   By DARON DEAN, daron.dean@staugustine.com
By DARON DEAN, daron.dean@staugustine.com
A crowd gathers outside of Flagler College during a celebration of the 125th anniversary of the Hotel Ponce de Leon on Saturday morning.
 
 
Men who stayed at the hotel and needed a shave could head down to the barbershop, where Flagler and other notables such as John D. Rockefeller probably went for a trim and got the best-of-the-best kind of treatment, said Scott Jackson, another tour guide and Flagler student.
 
“This was the hotel for the elite — you were rich, you were powerful, so you had to be very well taken care of,” Jackson said. “You were given the best business, the best service you possibly could.”
 
The barbershop is now an office, but the original mirrors and woodwork remain.
 
A billiard room reserved for the ladies was another interesting feature of the hotel, said Thomas Graham, professor emeritus of history at Flagler College, during a telephone interview.
 
“Billiards was regarded as not proper by some people in those days,” he said.
 
“This billiard room today is (Flagler College) President (William) Abare’s office.”
 
Daily life at the hotel was “pretty leisurely,” Graham said.
 
“A lot of people came down just to spend time sitting in the sun.” That time was spent in the courtyard. For entertainment, people took carriage rides, listened to concerts in the courtyard and the rotunda and played cards in the solarium.
Pomp
 
Saturday’s anniversary ceremony started in grand fashion as a Florida East Coast Railway train brought notable figures including Henry Flagler, played by John Stavely, and Mayor Joe Boles, St, Augustine Alligator Farm owner David Drysdale and Abare to the stop near Palmer and West King streets. The four men made the rest of the trip in a horse-drawn carriage that delivered them to the crowd waiting outside the entrance of Flagler College.
 
Boles spoke to the crowd on the sunny and unseasonably warm day.
 
“As I squint out at you in the midst of this bright sun, let us be reminded why 125 years ago on Jan. 12, this opened because of that sun,” he said.
 
Boles read a proclamation from the City of St. Augustine and spoke about the “profound” influence Flagler had on the city and the state.
 
“If not for Mr. Henry Morrison Flagler 125 years ago, people would not be flocking to the state of Florida, the most visited state in the union.”
 
Flagler, the cofounder of Standard Oil Company, is considered the father of Florida’s tourism industry. He developed St. Augustine and much of the east coast of Florida, building resort hotels and the Florida East Coast Railway.
 
Stavely, who portrayed Flagler, dressed much like the statue of Flagler that stands outside of the entrance of the college. His speech, delivered in what he called the “bombastic” style of the day, used quotes from Flagler and stayed close to what the tycoon might have said if he had given a speech that day 125 years ago.
 
“ … I do wish to welcome you to the opening of this grand hotel in the year 18 and 88,” he said.
“My friends, I’m often asked, ‘Why St. Augustine? Why did you leave the board rooms of Standard Oil and leave the comforts of New York City to come to the Ancient City for a new venture?’ And I reply the same way. I say: Well, it just sort of happened. I happened to be in St. Augustine, and I happened to have some spare money to spend.”
 
Stavely, in character, talked about the challenges and expenses of building a hotel that the modern 19th century guest would enjoy while staying true to the town, and he gave credit for the final product to his architects, Thomas Hastings and John Carrere.
 
“I think they did a nice job, what do you say?” he asked, gesturing toward the building with his top hat.
 
“We are now going to open the doors and allow you inside this grand hotel,” Stavely said. “Thank you for coming, one and all.”
Past
 
When Henry Flagler came to St. Augustine and stayed at the San Marco Hotel in 1885, he could see things were changing and he saw opportunity, Graham said. A railroad from Jacksonville to St. Augustine had been built in addition to the San Marco hotel.
 
“... he could see the guests coming to St. Augustine were no longer sick Yankees but were now becoming rich Yankees.
 
“He had accelerated a trend that had already started before him.”
 
The opening of the Hotel Ponce de Leon was much like Saturday’s ceremony, even down to the numbers. The Jacksonville News Herald reported at the time that 3,000 people attended the opening on Jan. 12, 1888.
 
“As the hotel was being built, local people kept saying, ‘We want to go inside and see what it looks like on the inside,’” Graham said.
 
Builders had been resistant to that, but eventually officials agreed to let the public in for a few hours on opening day. The local newspapers announced that there would be a general reception.
 
On that day, people from all sections of town and level in society got to see the hotel.
 
“Everybody came in,” Graham said. “It was the general populous from St. Augustine … Minorcans, and black people and poor people.” Flagler did not give a speech, but he was there with his wife, and there were bands that “struck up a tune” as the gates opened and people went inside.
 
“They did what people did today,” Graham said. “They wandered around and looked at the art and said, ‘Oh my, isn’t that wonderful.’”
 
http://staugustine.com/news/local-news/2013-01-12/125th-anniversary-henry-flaglers-hotel-ponce-de-leon-celebrated
 
 
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

The Insecure Writer


Hi my name is Christina and I’m an insecure writer.

There I said it and I’m proud of it.

A lot of people live life with two faces, the one they use in the public world and the one they face daily in the mirror. I’m not talking here about facial dislikes people, but more of what’s churning up instead us.

What the outside world doesn’t understand is the fact that writers spill themselves into their novels. Heck, we even put ourselves in it through our main or secondary characters. I’ve done it and probably will always do so. And that’s fine, perfectly normal really. I mean what else would you write your novel about if it wasn’t filled with some of your own hopes, dreams and wishes? We take our insecurities and let them form into cleverly crafted words and that’s awesome.

Being a writer isn’t easy. We deal with a lot of rejection, not only from readers and agents, but also from people not involved in this complex writing word.

“You wrote a novel?” Questions your big bucks of a lawyer family member, this past holiday season.

“Yes, it’s…” The writer in question starts to respond, eager to spill about their work.

“You’ve published it?”

“No, not yet.”

“Well, you better get yourself a ‘real’ job then, can’t pay the bills writing sentences.”

Thanks for the wise words, see you next year.

Sometimes even teachers and professors can push you forward even if there words don’t.

I was told by a high school teacher in my senior year that I shouldn’t attend college, that I wouldn’t be successful if I choose that route.

This coming Sunday, 12/9/2012, I will be celebrating my one year anniversary of receiving my English degree.

I was told by my college professor that a degree in neither English nor writing would ever be good to peruse for my skills weren’t great nor there.

Dido the golden words above.

 When someone has ever told me I couldn’t do something, I proved them wrong. I fought my insecurities and won. Though I still have to deal daily with the ones my mind creates to stunt my growth as a writer, I push forward.
Life is crazy.
Last year at this time I was wrapping up my last college finals and buying my navy cap and gown, now I’m living three hundred miles away from my childhood home and letting my dreams take me where I’m supposed to go. I’m following my dreams and letting my insecurities be my guide into the great unknown because who’s ever said, ‘I dreamed small and I got to where I am today because of it.’ Writers, only dream big dreams, it sure make the journey of life that more adventurous.

 
This post is part of the Insecure Writer's Support Group hosted by Alex J. Cavanaugh. We post the first Wednesday of every month. Check the link for some of the other blogs participating in this event!

Monday, November 5, 2012

Life and the Writer


Sometimes when life gets a little to difficult to handle, most turn towards an outlet, a way out of life’s craziness. Maybe a short trip to paradise in some far away island in the Caribbean?

Well, I myself turn to writing, sometimes jolting ideas down on paper, my iPhone, iPad, or laptop, the last three all beautiful technology thanks to the 21st century I would never take for granted. But if any of those weren’t around, could I just sit back and chew on it for a bit? Figure out what I really wanted to bring across to my future readers by choosing my next words like one would answer a question on the SAT’s?

Sometimes.

But then again, sometimes things just need to be written down, fear of it disappearing and never coming back to me a constant battle and itch millions upon millions of people in a creative driven life deal with all too constantly. I’ve had those moments when I just need to write it down, capture that thought in a voice recording while my baby sister gave me a weird glare or seek a single scrap of paper at work to jolt down a quick note.

So to fill my most undying itch of all, for a book idea that was on the back burner since the summer of 2009, I decided that in order to fully grasp the location of where I wanted this book to take setting in, I decided to move there. Itch crazy times ten. Three hundred miles away from my family, I suddenly found myself in the sea side town my characters resided in. At first I was thrilled. I was here. The 25% of the book that had yet to be written would just come screaming out of me to be written and so would everything else that followed, right?

Nope, because life got in the way as did my insecurities of my once pretty awesome book idea.

What if I fail?

What if no one wanted to read it?

What if I ruin all the good this town was doing in prep for the upcoming 450th anniversary of the cities founding with this book?

The closer I got to being finish with it, the more I seemed to ignore it, hated it like it was cursed. For weeks I wouldn’t read a single word. But then something changed one day as I was sitting typing away in my full time desk job. I was overcome was a sense to read it like I’d never read it before. And you know what? I discovered again why I thought this idea was great before I let doubt sink in. Felt that someone out there, just one person alone, would fall in love with these characters one day, just like I had when I first envisioned them in 2009, though through many revisions they have drastically changed forms for the better. I had found a happy median somehow for myself in this fast paced world where my daily life was always constantly evolving into complex agendas of just putting one foot in front of the other. I knew that the only way to be happy with what I had written was to finish the darn thing once and for all. To be gleeful when I thought of it instead of making me cringe at the idea of mustering up the courage to just read one more word.


Writers, in every vein of the worlds vastly developing genres, are unique. We are each our own aged wine and we all need time to mature, though sometimes we think that delaying the process will help the end result, when in fact a writer never stops dreaming of what’s to come. A writer never stops living life for their lives are a book in and of themselves. Though one can’t predict what will happen next like one does a books plot twist that will just wow the audience, writers need to find and listen to that little voice inside of themselves telling them that it will get better and happier time will soon find their way to us in due time.

Because when you do listen for it, hidden behind all your self-doubts and misguided thoughts, just a still small voice in the vast darkness of one’s sometimes irrational lives, can a writer produce a masterpiece, the ones that are so often a part of our daydreams.




Next Monday: Music and the Writer

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Shooting Star

“Let your mind start a journey thru a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be...Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar, and you'll live as you've never lived before.”

It’s a year to the date when I came to the city I now share my zip code with when the story that started to form in my mind two years prior was reawaken.... Now a year later as I wrote the last words and now begin months of editing the heck out of it, I get this strange sense of completion. Sure I've felt this before in other novels I've written, but this time it’s different. Walking the streets of Old Saint Augustine yesterday and looking into the eyes of the locals and tourist alike, I felt a sense of obligation to do this city right and do my best to make this book as powerful as possible for both myself and them.

To My Dreams and Beyond :)