From: Barry Worrell
My mother and my dad were
divorced in the early 40s, and he moved to
Princeton to live with his mom. He did come to
see me every now and then and one of the places
he stayed was the Alderson Hotel. I went up to
his room to visit him. As for the room in the
hotel, I don't remember anything about. It was
just a room.
The next
memory was a few years later and the hotel was
selling ice cream. You could get it free if you
had a ticket and my mother gave me the ticket to go
get it. It wasn't ice cream from a
machine, it was from a big cardboard container
that you scoop it out and put on top of a cone. Must have been a promotion the hotel was
having.
My last
memory of the hotel was a photographer was there
taking portraits of folks and I had one taken.
That was in '56 or '57. I still have that photo
somewhere.
In all my
time in Alderson I only remember those 3 times
going in there, but there must have been more.
It was there when I came to Alderson and it was
there when I left. I didn't know until recently
the fame that it had and the amount of people
who use to come there. That was the main reason
that it was built. |