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Twelve Page Letter, circa 1890s, of a Detroit area woman whose family was staying at The Homestead, Hot Springs, Virginia, all on the hotel's letterhead.

Hot Springs nd (c 1890s) 8 x 5, 12 pages (3 sheets folded in half). Fold creases, light soiling and staining else good. Correspondence is addressed to "Dear Doctor "from Nellie; the doctor is Dr. George B. Russel and Nellie is his son Henry’s (Harry’s) wife, all of Detroit. Nellie writes about the hotel: ". . . the magnitude surpasses any account I had from those who had been there before . . . joined to one side is the handle consisting of a long series of rooms irregular in outline, ending in a glass corridor two stories high, which joins the hotel to the bath house. . . This house (hotel) . . . is the quietest one I have ever stayed in -- not a foot fall is heard everything being carpeted. . . attendance both at table and in your room, by maids, more like a private house. . . The hotel is charmingly placed in a valley with a range of mountains both back and front. . ." About the famous baths she goes into great detail (in part) "The top floor of the bath house, which by the way, is a most ornamental structure is arranged with a glass roof . . . There you take the elevator and descend one floor. . . parties here purchase their bath ticket and then are carried down in the elevator another floor to the baths . . . you are given an hour and an attendant. . . you are given a room which is small but white and clean. . . she disappears through a door. . . and gets your bath ready. This is in a room all concrete like a vault. . . Not being an invalid or under a doctor’s orders I simply had a hot tub. The water was kept flowing all the time . . . 104 degrees. . . ice towel is bound around your head . . . you are left along for fifteen minutes and then come back your maid, who by the way wears a blue flannel bathing dress minus the bloomers . . . as you leave the tub she envelops you in a sheet so hot it actually burns as it touches your skin . . . When you have succeeded in living through this ordeal the worst is over. . . (you) are given an alcohol bath." On a trip to the nearby Healing Springs she pens "The old mammy at the bath house was delightful and when a gave her a fee for showing us the chairs which they lowered into the water by a crank like a bucket in a well -- used by invalids -- the cold shower etc. she said 'Thanks Missie sure I never spects nuffin.' The corn pone here is famous and as we kept calling for more, the dearest fat old darkie woman in a turban came and took a look at us from the kitchen." An interesting account. Date of the letter is prior to the fire of 1901 plus the addressee died in 1903.

Book Id: 99-1282

Price: $75.00

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