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Tatham Springs Hotel - Part VI
Part I   - The Exterior of the Hotel
Part II  - The Pool  & Bath Houses
Part III - The First Floor Interior, A
Part IV  - The First Floor Interior, B
Part V - The 2nd Floor Foyer, Hall, and Exterior
Part VI - The 2nd Floor Interior
Part VII - In search of the Tatham Spring
Part VIII - Epilogue, Tatham Springs: The Final Chapter

Part VI - The 2nd Floor Interior

n Part V, we looked briefly at the interior, then spent the rest of the entry looking at the exterior featrues of the 2nd floor.  In Part VI, we are going to spend all of our time in the remaining rooms of the 2nd floor.  As I've mentioned previously, only the rooms in the spine of the "E" formed by the Hotel are inter-connected, on both the first and second floors. 

Moving outward then, in both directions, from the upstairs foyer was fairly easy.  Toward the river is a series of small rooms adjoined by an open doorway.

A doorway also opens onto the porch as well as windows facing the rear.  Unlike the downstairs, some of these rooms have a good deal of their wallpaper intact.

On the corner closest to the river is a large room, much like the one downstairs.  It has windows along the arching corner wall and doorways which exit to the porch on the front and the side.

Around the corner facing the river are some of the non-adjoining room.  The manner in which the windows are broken but the glass hasn't fallen out of the frames fascinated me.  It's safe to say I became a little pre-occupied with the windows on this side of the Hotel.

I also encountered another entire wall whose paper was largely intact.

As you can see through the window, this is where the porch has collapsed.  In fact, it was the last room I was able to access on this side of the Hotel.

Moving back to the front of the Hotel and beyond the other side of the foyer we have some more things of interest.  If you recall, on this side of center there was a chimney sharing a common wall which provided for fireplaces on either side on the first floor.  The same is true on the second floor.

After my disappointment with the pennies being so new that I found on the porch, I got a little excited about what was lying in the fireplace.  Of course, I have no idea how old it really is, but I can't help but wonder if it was left behind 40-50 years ago by some little girl who attended the camp.  Maybe it was on a shelf or under a mattress and as things were removed from the premises after it was closed it got kicked around and trod upon, but never left the building.

The other wing of the Hotel, however, presents a problem.  This is the side where the porch is completely missing. 

As you can see, it just completely vanishes here.  As you can also see, it's not too bad of a hop over to the corner room.  Even though I feared this would likely be the last room I would be able to eplore, I figured I could at least see it.  So I carefully made my way over and into the room.

It was much like the other corner room, witih windows in the bending wall with doors which once led onto porches.

Which made for an interesting point of view from the doorways!

In Part II, I told of my conversation with Todd where he made mention of being stumped as to how someone had left a Bud Light can resting in one of the upstairs windows on this side of the Hotel, since the porch is gone.  In Part III, we indeed could see the can in the window from the outside.  Standing here in the corner room, it became instantly apparent how this was achieved.

Someone had kicked and torn their way through the wall!  And yes, they did so through each consecutive room.

On the one hand, how awful!  On the other hand, how great for me!  I started slithering through the holes in the walls, one room at a time.

Two rooms deep I encountered the beer can in the window.

What was most interesting about these rooms was that most of the windows were intact.  At some point it looks as if they had been painted like checker-board, with alternating panes clear or opaque.

And since little things amuse me to no end, I was ecstatic to find a room that still had a number on the door.

Most of the rooms were identical, with the door on the left, the window on the right, and a shelf just by the window.

The last photo was taken in the room on the very end of the wing.  You may notice another beer can just beneath the window.  Apparently, the previous visitor(s) spent a little time here after smashing through the walls and polished off the rest of their booze.

Each room also had a window on the rear of the room facing the courtyard below.  Incidentally, the following photo is probably my favorite of all of these photos I've been sharing with you for the past week.  I didn't tweak the color, or lighting or anything.  It was just perfect the way it was.

In this last room, the view from the rear window provided you a glimpse of the pool....

...as well as the chimney which serves the middle branch containing the kitchen and ball room.

I turned around and made my way back through the holes....

...and decided to go in search of something Todd had told me about earlier -  the location of the old mineral spring which had been the reason for the Hotel having been built in 1875.  I will take you on the journey with me in the the final installment, Part VII.

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Is your new camera basically just point and shoot? I think you could definitely find much value from a wide angle lens, especially if you enjoy shooting interiors as you seem to. Ah, what the hell do I know.

Its interesting, as to the content, the mysteries of individual histories are a little intriguing, but overall I find your subjects more sad than beutiful or fascinating. Just the empty obsessive therepeutic clutter crafts of isolated loonies (knick-knack cars, shoe trees, chainsaw gardens, etc. - kinda funny, in their way, I suppose, but more a kind a flaunting of wasted humanity to me) or run down old buildings....symbols of decay... prosperity lost... abandonment.
I certainly don't mean my evaluation to extend to you in some personal way. I just think its interesting how I find your locations/subjects sort of mind-boggling at best, while others find them engrossing. Its kind of an archaeology of the damned, or something... ANYway...

I'll still like to look on, of course. I enjoy your exposition. I enjoy the way you get into it. Its inspiring to me simply to see someone inspired by something, even in just a hobby. It seems so rare a phenomenon to me. Likely I'm just to cynical.

Its interesting, as to the content, the mysteries of individual histories are a little intriguing, but overall I find your subjects more sad than beutiful or fascinating. Just the empty obsessive therepeutic clutter crafts of isolated loonies (knick-knack cars, shoe trees, chainsaw gardens, etc. - kinda funny, in their way, I suppose, but more a kind a flaunting of wasted humanity to me) or run down old buildings....symbols of decay... prosperity lost... abandonment.

Sad has its own beauty, but that's not really why I wanted to reply to your comment. I don't find them sad at all.

There seems to be a not-so-veiled backhand to your observation that somehow the people of middle-America are "wasted humanity" and that these eccentric artisan displays are some sort of compensation for being isloated from the rest of civilized America (empty obsessive therepeutic clutter crafts of isolated loonies). If that's the case I think you've been spending a bit too much time in the ivory tower. You should get out more.

Hardly an assault on middle America, whatever that is, and all its people....I just don't happen to know the specific identities of the sod(s) who spent countless hours, for example, gathering old trinkets and gluing them to cars... I'd find it just as distasteful were it made by an NYC art-elite. Is it your intention with these displays to be representing "Middle-America?" ...it seemed to me they were presented rather as novelties/oddities in the first place.
Not to worry about the ivory tower, I think if anything my opinion would be even less of those folks for the most part...but necessarily on a case by case basis when it comes down to it.

I was just curious what value/virtue it was you saw in these things...I mean...at root...

sure they are novel and oddities. which is exactly why they are so awesome. i see countless silhouettes of cowboys leaning against posts and yellow ribbon magnets and decorative house flags and cutesy lawn decorations that are all so bland and common... that are being pushed by the commerical branch of the "crafts" market sold in Wal-mart and everywhere else

the fact that something is novel and odd is that it is unique, which in of itself is worthy of its documentation, if not praise... how wonderful it is that somehow THOUGHT to take 50+ chainsaws and plant them in rows... not only that, they actually DID IT... publicly... how magnificent that someone gave additional depth, angle, and color to an automobile using an assortment of objects... low-profile rims with neon under-carriage lighting and tinted windows are a dime a dozen - but when's the last time you saw a car with a longhorn skull on the hood?

as far as shoe trees go, i think they are a neat example of collective art, which i expounded on at length in an entry when i encountered my very first one, before you began reading my humble pages... and to date, all the trees I've seen have had their own unique things about them, even though in essence they are the same thing... kinda like snow flakes :)

as for remnants of the past such as old buildings... it's one thing to read a book, go to a museum, or see some "restored" place of history like Ellis Island, but it's completely different altogether to see a place with such history that has been abandoned - whose history is not quite so infamous like abandoned hotel or silver mines... it's like touching the past... like time travel.. like seeing a ghost

the fact that these things are novel is their virtue... the fact that they are curious is their value... anyone can write a poem, or make a picture, or sing a song... greatly or just barely...

but not everyone has made a chainsaw garden... or seen one

Bourgeois party pooper

I think I'll just say that I'm a grumpy ole codger, and leave it at that. I'm content with that conclusion. Let us move on amicably, non? Mais oui.

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this is completely off-topic, but i think you should check out the journal of one miss xianxu.. i think you'd like her stream-of-poetry journal keeping.

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hee hee....I had to paste it in a notebook just to read it, friggin insane tiny font. Interesting though. Maybe I'll contact and befriend if they find it acceptable.

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I am interested too in the journal of xaixnu but received a message that the lj was deleted. Also there was a strikeout through her name when the person sugggesting the journal posted it.

Did you manage to find this person and their poetry, prehaps under another name?

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Dunno. She was being hunted by some stupid shiteating stalker freak, so she went underground probably. I imagine she would be operating under a "don't call me, I'll call you" type MO if she were to return.

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Dagblammit. I always forget to login on these reply links.

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Don't worry about forgetting to log in. I do that once in awhile too.

It's sad that the person writing the poetry is being stalked. Sorry to hear she can't even enjoy her lj without this kind of thing going on.

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She's been around recently, but not any more. Stalker boy began harassing her the moment she dipped her toes back in LiveJournal so she had to leave our little pool party once again. I'll let her know someone was inquiring about her, though. :)

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Hey wow, you are around. Where you been at foo'? How's Vermont treat'n ya?

Having just found you this evening & read all but the last entry (which I'll do after this post) I find it all fascinating. I enjoy taking pics of such things. Earlier while looking at your hotel pics flashes of the hotel in the "Shining" & "Psycho" crept into my mind momentarily. Who lived or perhaps died there, what memories did the walls hold for those who had stayed there, etc?

Then in this set the eagle wall paper & the surrounding rooms made me think that perhaps these rooms were the presidential suite of Tatham Springs. Great job on these! The porch, or verandah with its sweeping stature 'round the hotel much like those in New Orleans & the south that I love so much.

What is really incredible is that you have captured a bit of history before it fades away. Often we look upon things & give them little thought but here with your pics & words we are able to stop & look & think for a moment. The creative juices begin to overflow.

How many times does someone capture something or hold on to something that seems so mundane then becomes "extraordinary?" By taking these pics & sharing them I think you've done just that. Kudos!


Great great pictures!! - it must have been a grand lady in its time!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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