July 11, 2013 by Last Star blog
Jekyll Island, considered the elite’s southern winter playground. Jekyll Island club was founded originally as a hunting club for the winter. Described in the February 1904 issue of Munsey’s Magazine as “the richest, the most exclusive, the most inaccessible club in the world.” It was said that during the glorious early 1900’s the members here controlled a 6th of the world’s wealth and decided every major future plan for America together. Hard to believe so much could go on in only three months out of the year, from January to March, what with all the socializing, drinking and formal dinners every night at the club…but hey, I guess it was always been an old boys club. If you are interested in the history, here is good website: http://www.jekyllclub.com/about-us/club-history/
Jekyll Island is just lovely. Very well planned out and manicured. The cottages of the rich and famous, names like Marshal Field, Henry Hyde, J.P. Morgan, Joseph Pulitzer and William K. Vanderbilt; it is an iconic American snapshot of a by-gone era. I am not sure how much the percentage control of the world’s wealth has changed, though.
The first day we were here we dingied to a nearby community dock and started to walk into town, we needed groceries. We weren’t in dire need—thank goodness. After a ¾ mile hike in unrelenting sun on a caliche road we finally got to the main road! Just another 2 miles to an IGA…or, we could stop at the DQ at the 1 mile mark have ice cream and turn around. Yes, DQ for an ice cream sundae. Yummy, and a long hot walk back, but it is always easier to go back. Something about the trail you know makes it shorter.
The anchorage we were in is one we were in last October (I think) and it was crazy packed with boaters. Now…crickets, crickets…anyone? We did have dolphin every morning and every sunset swim by and say hello. The marsh is beautiful, in its own right, green and lush. We saw private planes land with regularity on an all but hidden runway in the marsh.
We declined his kind offer and decided to just spend the day in the village doing a tour. We took a tour for about 90 minutes that took us around the historic district and into some of the ‘millionaires cottages.’ Our guides knowledge was vast and his stories entertaining. Who knew that Rockefeller hated Carnegie? Or that his personal belief that marriage only lasts if you have separate bedrooms….hmn, food for thought. Of course, we have mansions all over this country, huge Mega-McMansions that are commonly 8-10 thousand square feet with media rooms and indoor bowling alleys. I have to assume those people have beach houses and ski homes, etc. However, we have cars and airplanes and groceries stores on every corner. In the early 1900’s to build these vast winter homes for their families and servants and move all that shit around…seems quite daunting. Ah, to be a Rockefeller. Here are some photos we took on our tour. Of course, my favorite was the Crane house…the most expensive to build at that time.
I know you are curious…we did make it to the IGA. We borrowed some bikes from a marina and rode up the IGA. About 2 miles, easy-peasy. But the IGA is under renovation so they have a temporary set up in four-double wides. Of course. We got some bananas, eggs, wine & beer, and sandwich bread. I had to protect the eggs in my basket all the way back.
Oh, cheese & rice, I forgot the cat pix yesterday. sorry.