Main house of Acorn Lodge
4 bedrooms, main room, 2 bathrooms & Kitchen
Returning to Wrightwood's Acorn Lodge can reveal new "old" facts about it. For instance: The Bibliophile Bookbase.com is advertising an original 1929 issue of the "House that B...Built", which details Acorn Lodge-or "the House that B..Built" (William Bristol built it). Part of the book's description is thus-"Its a quaint place with a dozen Rooms of Hospitality. Just ring the charming pipe-organ Chimes that serve as a Doorbell, with Visitors Tribute by John P. Medbury, Lodge is built of Stone up to base of windows, upper portion of its walls being of Oak Logs, with 12 foot Snake that Adorns the Wall, also has Honeymoon Cabin, Poem Overland Trail by J. C. Davis ( Mrs. Herbert Benton Davis ), includes Haunted House at Way-Up, Marvelous Yucca, Mountain Mystery, Padres Gold, Art Gallery ETC, with Visitors Tribute by John P. Medbury, Foreword, poem by James Russell Lowell, Poem Overland Trail by J. C. Davis ( Mrs. Herbert Benton Davis ) includes story by John Gordon Starr & William B. Marion."
False advertising, ech? There had been stories of the Lodge having a dozen rooms of "hospitality", instead of the four bedrooms that it really had. Then I wondered, "Perhaps they included other rooms that could have had the gift of 'hospitality'."
The Honeymoon Tree House
So, using my fingers I did a count; let's see-the main house with 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, the main living room and the kitchen; the stone storage behind the lodge; the Honeymoon Tree House; the garage... and the Overland Trail Art Gallery.
Mr. B and his garage
Overland Trail Gallery.
Stone Storage Room
Holy Moly, batman! That could be 12 (or a dozen) rooms of hospitality! After all, there is something hospitable about a quiet private bathroom and the great reading place it provides. Don't underestimate the solitude or value of a stone storage place. Heaven knows what most men feel about their garage! And all us guys learned quickly how much women are protective of their cherished kitchen. And since the Overland Trail Art Museum (or Gallery) was half a playroom for children, it seemed pretty hospitable of Mr. B to separate the noisy playful children from the adults who wanted a little peace and quiet-not to mention a nice cigar and a stiff drink.
Gee, a dozen rooms of hospitality. Well, slap me silly...ya learn something new everyday!
