Well, not Jack.
More like the Vanderbilts, the Rockefellers, the Goodyears, the Fields, the Morgans, and other wealthy industrialists. They came to this place, Jekyll Island, Georgia, and built an elite, private, social club here. This was the place for them to spend their winters AWAY. In general, they spent from New Year's until Easter here.
They rested, hunted, played sports, ate well, dressed up, visited with each other, danced, had high teas, and tooled around the island in horse and carriages (or later in go-cart like vehicles called "Red Bugs.") This was a place for their pleasure.
AWAY FROM IT ALL.
|Jekyll Island Club Hotel at night|
I took this picture from the Shrimp and Grits Festival, held on the lawn
Great oaks, covered in Spanish moss, surround the property.
It is said that these great oaks exist 300 years. They spend 100 years growing, 100 years living, 100 years dying.
Only lucky family and friends of those wealthy families were invited to come to this enchanted place.
How lucky we are that it is now part of the State of Georgia.
How lucky I am that I got to attend the "5th Annual Shrimp and Grits Festival" and stay in this hotel.
In the mid '40's the State of Georgia purchased the island from Club Members through condemnation proceedings.
Now it has been renovated and rejuvenated.
This cozy fireplace is outside of the Grand Dining Room and is surrounded by inviting leather chairs.
Here's where you check your look before you step out of the elevator hall.
|Crane Cottage Garden|
Next post I'll tell you all about the Festival and the Races!