I try really hard to be fancified sometimes. I brush my hair, and apply fresh lipgloss before checking into new hotels. But, honestly? When my rough and tumble entourage (family of 4) climb out of our minivan in front of a respectable hotel, I feel like the Beverly Hillbillies are on the move. It's even worse when I am traveling up North, and I have to speak to someone in my normal Southern (okay, sometimes country-sounding) drawl.
I try to rein in our daughters who are wild from riding in a car all day long. But, truth be told, I am every bit as excited as they are to see all the cool stuff in every new place. Ooh! Check out the cool shower! Look--there's an old sink in our room! Oh yeah, the bed IS comfy! Oh, the free lotion smells so good! Here--let me have some!
So, just picture the Beverly Hillbillies meet historic inn in Maine, and you will get a pretty good picture of our visit to the very lovely Whitehall Inn in Camden, Maine.
I know a week and a half ago I promised you I'd show you some pictures of the inn...and today I am making good on that promise.
*Insert exciting harmonic organ chords here* So, without further, adieu, here they are, folks--"pittures" of the very lovely, you HAVE to stay there if you ever get the chance, the Whitehall Inn of Camden, Maine.
*insert wild screaming and clapping here*
You should check out the Whitehall Inn website. It's a beautiful website--complete with the Whitehall's fascinating literary and cinematic history!! (Hint: Edna St. Vincent Millay and Peyton Place movie)
From the moment we pulled our luggage across the front sidewalk, we could feel the rich history of the inn--History that goes back even farther than 1901, when a young widow, who had spent her honeymoon in Camden, bought an 1834 Sea Captain's house.
The front door opens into the warm and inviting Millay Room, where the poet Edna St. Vincent Millay, a local Camden girl, entertained guests at a masquerade ball one evening in 1912 with a poetry reading, and a song on the Steinway grand piano--which still sits, waiting for guests to play.
Our girls were thrilled with the antique typewriter, which the friendly staff supplied plenty of paper and quaint postcards for them to practice typing! That kind of friendly accomodation of my children warms this mama's heart--and makes a lifelong fan!
The Front Desk. Why, oh why did I not take a picture of the antique round table in front of the desk that held the large basket of orchard apples?? Those apples spoke to me. They said, "Welcome to our inn. Please take one of us, and walk out to the front porch, sit in a rocking chair, and enjoy."
When apples talk to me, I listen.
One of my FAVORITE moments at the Inn. I had about 6 minutes all alone, sitting in that 3rd rocking chair there, enjoying the best-tasting apple I've ever eaten, listening to the fountain gurgle, and smiling as people came in and out of the front door. Perfect moment. (Where are my daughters, you ask? Why, if you look closely, you'll see them in the front window, still tapping away on the antique typewriter.)
My 2nd FAVORITE moment at the Inn was at breakfast the next morning. Glory be, the Whitehall Inn may be my favorite breakfast EVER. Sadly, I did not take a picture of my lovely food...cause I et it all up too fast. But, just close your eyes and imagine a small glass of the sweetest fresh-squeezed orange juice, and a bowl of the ripest cantelouope, strawberries, kiwi, honeydew, watermelon, and heavy silverware, and cheesy scrambled eggs, salty bacon.... Okay, I have to stop, or I will (as my dad would say) have a running fit.
Did your cell phone battery die? No worries! The Whitehall Inn is at your service:
Would you care to follow me up the curved staircase to see our rooms? They are just up 1 flight of stairs--adjoining rooms 12 and 14. Just knock--the girls are already in there, inspecting everything and fighting over who gets what side of the bed tonight.
Both rooms had 4 poster beds in the prettiest honey-colored wood. (maple?) The white sheets were absolutely DIVINE. Their website says the bedding and sheets are "imported" and I am sure they mean "imported from Heaven."
The girls' bedroom was connected to our room with a tiny black and white tile bathroom--through that door on the left. The black and white tile instantly took me back to my grandmother's tiny black and white tile bathroom in Florida. I smiled a lot in our bathroom that night, remembering my grandmother and her own historic house.
Oh, I don't want to forget to mention how CLEAN our room was! The Whitehall Inn is quaint and historic in all of the very best ways. The wood floors throughout the Inn were absolutely spotless! And, moe-tel t.v. lover that I am, I am very pleased to tell you that the Whitehall was not historic in their selection of electronics. Both bedrooms were equipped with tasteful flatscreen televisions and remotes.
Oh, and the friendly staff at the Whitehall Inn are helpful in directing you to all the wonderful parts of Camden, Maine.
We got to take an afternoon cruise on the Appledore Schooner, and see gorgeous sights like this:
We also got to spend a little time shopping at many of the unique stores in the lovely downtown. Okay, if you must know, we spent an HOUR in the Planet Toys store spending Nana's souvenir money (Nano Bug, gummy lobsters, and bottlecap jewelry-making set), and about 30 minutes going through other stores saying, "But, you already spent your money!"
Okay, I've done tole you enough now. If you aren't already in LOVE with the Whitehall Inn and Camden, Maine, then you must be a crochity person who doesn't like nice things and friendly people. And if you don't want to eat the best breakfast of your life, then you just go on eating your cold muffin and gummy oatmeal.
But, you NICE and SMART people, book yourselves a room right now at the Whitehall Inn...and when you get there--tell them MarytheKay sent you!!!
When they say, "WHO???" Just tell them, "Never mind..."
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