Travels with Grace: Florida, 1925 Part 3

Posted on April 23rd, 2019 by

Welcome to this week’s segment of our 2019 #TravelTuesday series: Traveling with Grace. Today Grace continues her trip through Florida, exploring Palm Beach, St. Petersburg, and Tampa. 

Palm Beach

Scene in Garden of Eden – Palm Beach, Florida. 1922. (State Archives of Florida)

March 17, 1925: We took the bus for Palm Beach at 11 a.m. I was sorry to leave Miami with its gay throngs and pleasant excitement, its bright sunshine and balmy breezes. We arrived at West Palm Beach at 2 P.M. crossed to Palm Beach on the ferry and tool a rolling chair for a 2 hours’ ride along the N. Lake Trail. This was a beautiful ride on a smooth tree shaded path, the breeze blowing softly across Lake Worth on one side with its sumptuous yachts riding at anchor and on the other side magnificent gardens and jungle land. Our place belonging to Mrs. Cragins is called the Garden of Eden and contains hundreds of varieties of tropical plants, including rubber, cabbage rubber, royal poinciana, traveler’s palm which holds water in the stalks, different kinds of [crotons], silk and ribbon palms, to mention only a few that our [puslier?] pointed out to us.

Grounds of the Royal Poinciana hotel – Palm Beach, Florida. 1920s. (State Archives of Florida)

Then we went to the Hotel Royal Poinciana and had tea in the Coconut Grove. Here was a most pleasurable sight in watching the handsomely gowned men and women dancing on a glazed platform beneath the pals, sipping cool drinks and listening to a perfect orchestra, while the sun sank low in the lake and they lit the red lights in the grove. Then we returned to W.P.B. [West Palm Beach] and sat in the little park where men were pitching horse shoes and others played games at rows of tables. Took train for St. Petersburg at 8:30 P.M.

St. Petersburg

The Floronton Hotel – Saint Petersburg, Florida. 1920s. (State Archives of Florida)

March 18, 1925: The train (Florida Northwestern) which carried us to St. P is on a new road and one of the best appointed on which I have ever ridden. We arrived here at 10 A.M. and came to the Floronton a nice quiet homelike hotel. This city seems quiet in contract to the cities we have just left on the east coast, though there are plenty of people, chiefly old folks, and the streets are loud with machines. This afternoon we took a limousine and rode out to the suburban towns of Pasadena and Jungle where Walter Hagen the golf champion lives. These are new developments rapidly building with wide well paved, well-lit and flowered bordered boulevards. We crossed the long bridge over Boca Siega Bay and drove around Passe-a-Grille which extends out into the Gulf of Mexico. There is a nice little beach here, fishing and bathing are the favorite pastimes. We saw many pelicans diving into the water and the beautiful blue and white herons are frequently seen in the marshes. There are many beautiful little palm dotted isles in the bay. Tonight, there was music in the hotel, then we took a walk and later saw the open-air movies from our room. We saw a very promising banana plantation near the hotel. The fruit is not large but has an excellent flavor and grows rapidly.

Band concert at Williams Park – Saint Petersburg, Florida. 1920. (State Archives of Florida)

March 19, 1925: This afternoon we sat in William’s Park and heard the Highlanders play. I like their music. It is gay and sprightly. Here we met Mr. and Mrs. Weinberg of Atlantic City. The park is full of people who seem to live constantly in the open air here in St. Petersburg. For this reason, all of the sidewalks are lined with benches and chairs of every description which never go begging. This leads one to believe that St. P. is composed of tourists and leisure class exclusively. But they are also kind and friendly especially at this hotel (the Floronton) and I must add that the help here are of the nicest type with which I have yet met in Florida. We went around to see the new [Sersus?] Hotel, a very fine-looking structure situated in front of a park overlooking the bay and surrounded on the ground floor by pretty art shops. In the evening colored entertainers walk around the streets and stop in front of the various hotels to sing and play. The streets always present a lively appearance.


A Stretch of Gandy Bridge, the longest automobile toll-bridge in the world. 1925. (State Archives of Florida)

March 20, 1925: This morning before we left St. Petersburg we had the first rain of our trip, a pouring drenching shower which abated just as we got ready to leave in the bus at 7 a.m. We crossed the Gandy Boulevard and Bridge, 6 miles long, a famous and truly remarkable engineering feat recently completed, where they have dreaded and made land inch by inch. In time they will fill in this entire section and we are told that all the land beneath this water has already been sold. We entered Tampa by way of the Memorial Highway marked by a granite shaft inscribed to the soldier dead and came to the Tampa Bay Hotel. After lunch we hired a car and rode along the beautiful Bay Shore Drive with its sea wall on one side and costly [raised?] [unreadable?] on the other, and there a new suburb where stucco bungalows of the Spanish type predominate.

Section of the business district in Tampa. 1925. (State Archives of Florida)

Then on thru the business section of the city which appears to be quite an industrial center, here are many dry goods shops and Mass’ is a fine department store. Then we rode thru Ybor City formerly a separate township, where live many Cubans and Italians and here is a decidedly foreign air along the narrow street where at [?] one catches a whiff of tobacco [?] from the nearby cigar factories [unreadable?] – Tampa is the largest, or the scent of coffee roasting, and we stopped at one of the coffee shops to taste it prepared in the Cuban way.

Tampa Bay Hotel, a National Historic Landmark, now part of the University of Tampa. Via.

March 21-22, 1925: Last night there was a gay throng at this hotel when 250 schoolteachers, mostly young women, held a banquet here. They looked very pretty and had a good time singing and speech-making. This hotel was built by Henry Bradley Plant, 1st president of the Seaboard Airline and originally the train pulled right up to the door. It is built in Moorish design, wide spreading with enormous high ceilings and rooms filled with a great array of curios, porcelains, bronzes, marbles, crystal mirrors, paintings and all manner of antiques. Although Mrs. Plant is said to have removed 15 carloads of furnishings at her husband’s death, when the property was turned over to the city, there is still ample material for a good-sized museum.

A corner of Tampa Bay Hotel grounds in January – Tampa, Florida. 1925. (State Archives of Florida) 

It is situated in the middle of Plant Park surrounded by spacious verandahs and beautiful shade trees and flowering bushes. Provisions are made for various games including tennis, croquet, horseshoe pitching, etc. and there is also a children’s playground. A good band plays in the park twice daily. There is a pair of beautiful peacocks on the grounds and the birds sing everywhere. Their voices are the first we hear in the morning. The Hillsboro River runs thru the foot of the park and this stream, which is navigable, empties into Tampa Bay. There is a fine orchestra of 8 men at the hotel and they have concerts mornings and evenings. Last night there was a dance in the very attractive ball-room. The food here is most excellent and abundant and it is an ideal place to rest. The city of Tampa is the 2nd in size in Florida, numbering 100,000 inhabitants, but unlike most Florida cities the population does not manifest itself on the streets but rather attends strictly to business. The cigar workers, [—fly] Cubans and Haitian, are said to work but two- or three-days week, beginning at day break, stopping an hour or so for breakfast and lunch and stopping shortly afternoon noon, but the entire family, father mother, and children work. It has been very warm here, around 78 degrees but today is cooler.

~No further entries for the 1925 Florida trip.~

This is the final entry for 1925 in Grace’s journal. Next week we pick up with the final entry in this particular diary – October 1926: The Philadelphia Sesquesentennial Exposition!

Thanks for reading “Traveling with Grace,” a series where we’re sharing (and annotating) posts from the travel diaries of Grace Amelia Hecht, native Baltimorean, b. 1897 and d. 1955. As mentioned in my introductory post transcription errors sometimes occur and I’ve made my best guesses where possible, denoted by [brackets]. – Rachel Kassman, marketing manager


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Travels with Grace: Florida, 1925 Part 2

Posted on April 16th, 2019 by

Welcome to this week’s segment of our 2019 #TravelTuesday series: Traveling with Grace. Today Grace continues her trip through Florida, exploring Palm Beach, Miami, and their environs.

 From Daytona to W. Palm Beach

On the banks of the Halifax River – Florida. 1925. (State Archives of Florida)

March 10, 1925: Left Daytona at 8 a.m. in the VanDyke bus. Rode along beside the Halifax and Indian Rivers past Cocoa, Rockledge, Melbourne where we stopped for lunch, Vero, Titusville, Ft. Pierce and Stuart, all picturesque, endowed with citrus groves and tropical flowers and foliage facing the water and screened from it by fingers of palms. At intervals of a few yards are little piers to which small boats are moored. The people look happy, lazy and comfortable rocking on their porches or beneath the trees. It costs little to live here and therefore work is discouraged. Everybody is either eating or taking a siesta. The principal industries are fruit packing and catering to the tourist hence the surprisingly large number of spacious and fine hotels. We bought some delicious oranges, tangerines and kumquats along the way.

West Palm Beach, Fla., from El Verano Hotel. 1924. (State Archives of Florida)

The main roads are good but there are so many detours because road building, which is done for the most part by state prisoners, is a slow process here where the rains wash away the sandy foundation as quickly as it is graded and before they have a chance to put on the hard surface. Crushed coral and coquina are used in the cement. As we near West Palm Beach where we arrived at 6 p.m. it grows much warmer. We came to the El Verano Hotel very pretty and modern with beautiful shops on the ground floor. The town looks crowded and busy. After dinner we rested on the broad piazza outside of the dining room on the 2nd floor, overlooking Lake Worth with its myriads of twinkling lights and hundreds of small pleasure craft. Palm Beach and the Royal Ponciana are directly opposite. There was music until a late hour, and we watched the gayley dressed throng dancing on the porch. A full moon shed it glow over all.

Palm Beach

Along the Ocean Boulevard – Palm Beach, Florida. 1922. (State Archives of Florida)

March 11, 1925: We spent the day at Palm Beach riding along the north Ocean Boulevard and reviewing the stately mansions among which Mr. Cosdru’s[?] is most notable. Also saw E. T. Stotesbury’s house. Rode as far as the Inlet. Speed boats, little and big yachts, house boats and hydroplanes are abundant in these waters. We saw The Royal Ponciana, Breakers, Royal Daneli, and many attractive apartments on this side. The shops are the most exquisite I have ever seen, most of the big New York houses being represented here. The people we see are elegantly garbed in summer attire.

Swimming pool at Gus’ Baths in Palm Beach. Not after 1928. (State Archives of Florida)

There is an unmistakable air of snobbishness about the whole place. The most democratic section is that around Gus’ baths to which jitneys are carrying the people constantly. Here there is a big indoor pool and nice stretch of bathing beach. The beach is rocky and very slippery and the water shades from gray to turquoise to aquamarine. The bicycle-propelled chair is a favorite form of locomotion. The cocoanuts are thick on the trees here.

From Palm Beach to Miami

George Morikami on his farm – Yamato, Florida. 1920s. (State Archives of Florida)

March 12, 1925: We took the bus to Miami this morning, a 3-hour trip passing thru the townships of Lake Worth, Del Ray, Ft. Lauderdale, and others including Yamato a little Japanese settlement. Beautiful farms and orchards. The car traveling thru thick jungle hammock along roads shaded by overarching trees. Just before driving in Miami we passed thru [Hollywood?] a fine new development.

Aerial view of the Miami River and part of the city – Miami, Florida. 1925. (State Archives of Florida)

Miami is the most bustling, active and thriving city I have so far seen in Florida. The streets are absolutely thronged, and the shops all seem very busy. On all sides our [brars?] racing and real estate. The latter is booming miraculously, and men are everywhere offering free rides to advertise their interests. There are many hotels and much building going on constantly. Tonight we stay at the Coconut Grove which faces Biscayne Bay and is strung with orange and green lights. Crowds assemble here to listen to Pryor’s band which plays every afternoon and evening for an hour and a half. This hotel (The Ponce de Leon) is centrally located and is patronized by a rather sporty class of people. There is music and dancing here at night.


View of Coral Gables from the Miami Biltmore hotel – Coral Gables, Florida. 1925. Photo by William Arthur Fishbaugh, 1873-1950. (State Archives of Florida)

March 13, 1925: We had a most interesting trip in sight seeing bus today, riding around the city proper and many of the suburbs including the beautiful Coral Gables, so extensively advertised throughout Florida and which will be a perfect city in itself when completed, [???] Heights, Allapultah, and a small settlement of negroes who come over from the Bahamas for the winter season. We saw the magnificent houses of many of the millionaires, including that of Ludris[?] Tiffany Weering[?], W. J. Bryan, Arthur Curtis James and many large boarding schools. Bricknell Ave named for one of the earlier settlers is a fine residential street. The red-leaved [?] and orange colored bignouia[?] or flame flower are common about here; we visited a little Seminole Indian village in which the natives, who are dressed in accurate[?] and colorful costumes, rather suggestive of patchwork quilts, elaborately coiffed with strings of beads which cover their entire necks, bare legged and excessively dirty, live in open thatch roofed huts. The men and women dress nearly alike and the children who are numerous, are miniature replicas of the elders. The woman are busy cooking corn and various vegetables over wood fires or sewing colored cotton strips onto dresses on their little machines. There are hundreds of alligators all over and some of which perform tricks, and other animals including turtles, raccoons and monkeys. A canal runs through and irrigates this land, known as Musa Isle, where wonderful oranges, grapefruit, king oranges, tangerines, Spanish limes, and kumquats are grown, there being 1 tree in which all varieties have been grafted. The dead leaves if the washingtonia palm is used to thatch the shelters, which are merely raised platforms, in which the Indians sleep and eat. They make many curious trinkets from coconuts and alligator skins and sell their dresses for masque balls.


Crowd gathered in front of the Wayside Inn for outdoor games – Oldsmar, Florida. 1923. (State Archives of Florida)

March 14, 1925: We took a walk this afternoon looking at the fascinating specialty shops with which this section is filled. There are many arcades intersecting the streets in which one can escape the heat and glare of the sun which is always string in the middle of the day. Then we say for awhile on the blissful[?] verandah overlooking the park, enjoying the balmy breezes. After dinner, which we took at the Wayside Inn (the most satisfactory restaurant we have struck) we motored to Hialeah, a ride of ¾ of an hour and saw the dog races which were quite amusing, (Ladies free tonight).

Hialeah greyhound dog races – Hialeah, Florida. 1922. Photo by William Arthur Fishbaugh, 1873-1950. (State Archives of Florida)

The track and grand stand are like those of horse races and the dogs (6 to each race) are brought into the field on leashes by jockeys dressed in variously conspicuous outfits to match those of their dogs. The latter, when released (they are carefully muzzled) chase an electrically propelled rabbit. The band plays between the races which last but a fraction of a minute. The 8th and last race was a hurdle. There were crowds of spectators and much excitement. We returned to the hotel at 1:30 a.m.

Miami Beach

Aerial view of Miami Beach. 1925. (State Archives of Florida)

March 15, 1925: We got a car and spent part of the day at the beach which is separated from Miami City by a beautiful causeway which is linked by bridges to many little and prettily laid-out isles. At the beach where we watched many bathers, we saw the usual palatial houses to which one grows accustomed in this country, and among the many fine hotels and apt. – hotels, the Flamingo, Nautilus and Fleetwood are the newest and most beautiful. The sts. are all wide and flower-edged. There are lovely yachts and house-boats in the bay and ocean and the casino presents an animated scene.

The James Deering estate – Miami, Florida. 1924. (State Archives of Florida)

On our return to Miami we drove thru the Villa Viscaya, the supremely beautiful estate of James G. Deering to which the public is admitted Sundays and Wednesdays provided they keep on moving and do not get out of their cards. It is a little bit of fairy land. On one side of the road are the luxurious servants quarters and carefully planned orchards and vegetable gardens. On the other side are miles of everglades interlaced by a network of lakes and lagoons opening into the Biscayne Bay and crossed by curved bridges. In front of the marble [?] is a marble yacht basin and the house and grounds are ornamented with lovely statuary imported from Italy. The grounds have been left as nearly as possible in their natural state and brilliant leaved, tropical wild flowers enliven the green of the trees and the water beneath the brilliant blue canopy of sky.


People on the beach by the Cape Florida Lighthouse. 1926. (State Archives of Florida)

March 16, 1925: At 10 AM we took a little yacht and went up the bay as far as Cape Florida where we remained for half an hour and returned to Miami at 1 P.M. It was a quiet restful trip, cool and refreshing. We talked to some very nice people aboard. Going along the coast we viewed the front of the houses of which we saw only the rears in motoring. Along the way we saw many pelicans perched on piles sticking up in the water and schools of porpoises rising to the surface for their prey. Cape Florida, which is really an island, boasts a hundred-year-old light house. Many picnic parties are held beneath the palms and we ate some green coconuts off the trees. We passed another beautiful island on which Mr. Mathison of L.I. has a sumptuous home, more like a club house, where he entertains large parties.

Burdine’s building on Northeast 2nd Avenue at 10th Street – Miami, Florida. 1926. Photo by William Arthur Fishbaugh, 1873-1950. (State Archives of Florida)

On our return we visited Burdine’s department store the largest in Miami and very complete, where we enjoyed a good wall [sarwid?] and a reasonable lunch of the roof, part of which is set with parasol shaded tables.

Thanks for reading “Traveling with Grace,” a series where we’re sharing (and annotating) posts from the travel diaries of Grace Amelia Hecht, native Baltimorean, b. 1897 and d. 1955. Next week we’ll finish up the Florida trip. As mentioned in my introductory post transcription errors sometimes occur and I’ve made my best guesses where possible, denoted by [brackets]. – Rachel Kassman, marketing manager


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Travels with Grace: Florida, 1925

Posted on April 9th, 2019 by

Welcome to the next segment of our 2019 #TravelTuesday series: Travels with Grace, where we’re sharing (and annotating) posts from the travel diaries of Grace Amelia Hecht, native Baltimorean, b. 1897 and d. 1955. This week we head to Florida.

As mentioned in my introductory post, transcription errors sometimes occur and I’ve made my best guesses where possible, denoted by [brackets]. This segment is where we also encounter our first real instances of some uncomfortable, problematic language – Grace is traveling in the southern parts of the United States and while her vocabulary is mild, it is certainly not what we would consider progressive. – Rachel Kassman, marketing manager

En Route to Jacksonville

March 2, 1925: Bertha went with us to the station and the train left at 1:20p.m. We had a glimpse of Washington and Richmond passing thru. The country looks bare and dismal. Nothing eventful so far.

March 3, 1925: At nine o’clock this morning while we were eating breakfast the tender jumped the track and we didn’t budge until 2 p.m. Luckily, we were well supplied with reading matter and I had my crossword puzzles. This afternoon we rode through Georgia, a marshy swampy country apparently only peopled by negroes who live in very dilapidated habitations with underfed cows and scrubby pigs. It is a most uninteresting landscape. We arrived in Jacksonville at 5:30p.m. 5 hours late, which by the way boasts a fine station, and were recommended to the Hotel Windham, unpretentious but comfortable. We were most surprised at the coolness of the temperature about 60 degrees but dry and feeling colder than this would indicate.


Main Street looking north from Bay, Jacksonville, FL, 1925. (State Archives of Florida)

March 4, 1925: This morning we took a ride thru Jacksonville, which does not impress us very favorably. There are a number of factories which make it rather dirty and altho there are some handsome homes there are more which look neglected. The negros, who comprise a good half of the population live in miserable shanties. There is a great deal of traffic for a town of this size (110,000) a number of hotels at least 1 fine department store ([Colian’s?]). There are many palms and camphor trees along their streets. In the park we saw some ancient alligators with moss growing on their backs. Before lunch I sunned myself on a bench in front of the city hall. Laziness [pervaded?] in the air. At 4:30 p.m. we took the bus for St. Augustine arriving there at the Bennett House just before dark. The ride was uninteresting, nothing but [?] also palms and palmettos, and [?] with Spanish moss. It seems weird to me and clings to telegraph poles and [?] wires. Were entertained by a jolly negro troop at the hotel tonight.

Consisting of a perfectly trained sextet of girls singing jubilee and folk songs with an accom[panying] pianist at the piano and another girl giving dialect reading. All so clear and intelligent looking. They come with Prof. Collier, a negro educator who conducts the only colored high school in Fla. near here and he takes them around the country making pleas for the school which is maintained entirely on private contributions as the state does practically nothing for the higher education of the negro and very little even for the Elementary which accounts no doubt for their miserable condition. This Prof. Collier is a wonderful man doing a very fine work for his people.

St. Augustine

St. George Street, St. Augustine, FL, pre-1923. (State Archives of Florida)

March 5, 1925: Took a horse-drawn phaeton this morning with a funny negro driver who showed us most of St. Augustine an a couple of hours. We loved it. The houses are small, Spanish and the gardens very pretty with their ferns, bamboo trees, hibiscus, palms, cacti, bogainvillia, and other flowers and trees. They are just a bit wild and uncultivated looking which rather adds than distracts from their charm.

Ponce de Leon hotel courtyard (now Flagler College). Via.

We saw the two finest hotels, Ponce de Lion and Alcazar, the old slave market, the Flagler’s Memorial Church, old Huguenot cemetery, old city wall and gates, oldest house in the country (muchly restored I imagine), rode thru an avenue of magnificent live oaks, into an orange grove (Garret Grove) where we ate some of the fruit and met a delightful little French woman [(agarde-malade, from Bordeaux)] with whom we talked. Drank water from the so-called fountain of youth, sulphur water, discovered by Ponce de Lion and heard a [talk?] on same. Heard the Highlander’s band in the square this afternoon. The air is simply marvelous and really invigorating here. I walked quite a distance. Tonight, a ladies orchestra played at hotel.

Castillo de San Marcos (Fort Marion) and Matanzas Bay, 1920s-1940s. Via.

March 6, 1925: Sunned on the porch this morning which faces the old Spanish Fort Marion and Mananzas [Matanzas] Bay. Talked with some of the guests who are very friendly. At 4:00 P.M. we took the motor bus for Daytona on a ride of 2 and a half hours over the Dixie Highway, a fine brick road passing thru Hastings and Bunnal[?]. Acres and acres of potato fields are passed. The road is overhung by arching trees laden with the ever-present moss which is used for upholstering when dried and is also relished by the cattle which, however, look exceeding undernourished. Crossed the picturesque Tomoka river and on thru the new and handsome development of Rio Vista besides the Holifax which is making rapid progress. Houses mostly stucco in the Spanish style. We arrived at the Arroyo Gardens Hotel at 6:30 in time for dinner. Have a suite of 3 bedrooms, bath, hall sitting room and pantry all elegantly furnished. The hotel is in the Spanish-Moorish style surrounded by beautiful gardens and from the long narrow arched porches and turreted roof is had a magnificent view of river and ocean beyond.


Arroyo Gardens Hotel, Daytona Beach, 1927. Via.

March 7, 1925: Today we sat in the beautiful Arroyo Gardens and I talked with the beautiful young Spanish girl who is the daughter of the proprietor. In the gardens are stately palms, palmettos, poinsettia, bamboo, peppers, campliors[?], rubber trees, roses, oleanders and many other flowers, orange and grapefruit trees and some little yellow plums, the latter heavy with fruit which the guests are welcome to pick. Adjacent is the orange grove in which the trees are tagged to correspond with the numbers of the rooms so that the guest has his own tree for the duration of his visit. There are pretty benches and rustic arbors in which to loll, a swimming pool and little mah jong house. The dining room is separated from the hotel by an open patio in which a fountain plays amid floral setting. We took a walk up Ridgewood Ave the principal residential street of Daytona lined with charming cottages, and took our dinner at the Ridgewood Hotel.

Daytona and Ormond

The Clarendon Hotel at Seabreeze, Daytona Beach, 1920s. (State Archives of Florida)

March 8, 1925: We had a most interesting ride in sightseeing bus, driven by Mr. Abercrombie, a typical Southern gentleman, today covering all of Daytona, Ormond (on the river side), Daytona Beach, Ormond Beach (on the ocean side) where we rode for twenty-five miles within a few feet of the edge of the waves on the hardest beach in the world which is the straightaway track for autoraces). We saw the beautiful Clarendon and Ormond Beach Hotels (Haglers) and John D. Rockefeller’s house (John D. passed us in his car) and the golf links where he plays every morning. Many of the houses we passed are very original and artistic. One was painted in pastels shading from pink to blue. One row of houses is separated from the sidewalk by the river and one of the houses has a drawbridge held by chains reaching from the front steps to the street spanning the river which [?] simulates a moat. There are many lovely hotels everywhere. We visited the National Gardens where strawberry plants are grown in perforated cypress boxes piled [entire?] one above the other with onions and peppers on top and parsley in between. Also a variety of beautiful flowers and [trees?] are sold and transplanted elsewhere. It was a most enjoyable outing.

Strawberries at the National Gardens, Florida, January 1925. (State Archives of Florida)

Daytona and Orlando

Sky Line of the City, Orlando, Florida, 1920s. (State Archives of Florida)

March 9, 1925: We left at 10 a.m. in a small car for Orlando. The road ran between swamps and marshlands for some distance and here we saw the colored people fishing from the side of the road. The thickness of the vegetation conceals the depth of the water which is said to be from 12 to 15 ft. deep and abounding in fish, turtles and crocodiles though we saw nothing but turkey buzzards, the scavengers of this region and the beautiful blue herons. We passed thru the clean and [wao?] cities of Sareford and DeLaud with their pretty [unreadable?], variegated stucco houses colored in the favored pastel shades and chiefly of Spanish design in the bungalow style, tho there are also colonial houses, and all boast delightful gardens. There are a number of truck farms in this vicinity, celery bring the main product.

View down a street, Winter Park, Floria, November 3, 1925. (State Archives of Florida)

There is a most inviting [hotel?] at Altamonte [Springs] and Winter Park, with its very luxurious hostelries each more romantic looking than the other, its country clubs, golf courses and chains of natural lakes is one of the loveliest resorts we have yet seen. This is the heart of the cities country and the air is heavy with the perfume of the blossoms. There are almost 144 lakes in the neighborhood of Orlando, Lakes Eola and Luzerne being the two principals. The pretty schools are an outstanding feature of this community and we saw the public park where old ladies and gentlemen were playing checkers, carts, and dominoes in a pavilion but are not allowed to gamble. We had brunch at the Aug Elilt[?] in the heart of the very up-to-date business section. Returned to Daytona at 7 p.m.

Thanks for reading “Traveling with Grace.” Join us next Tuesday for the second leg of Grace’s Florida trip!


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