MASTER BEDROOMS

 


In 1982 I, with 7 other chaperones, accompanied a high school students’ history trip back east.  This was Martha Washington’s bedroom at Mount Vernon.

Betsy Ross’s bedroom in Philadelphia.

Mrs. Alice (husband, Cornelius) Vanderbuilt’s bedroom in “The Breakers” mansion in Newport, Rhode Island.


Cornelius Vanderbuilt’s bedroom in The Breakers.

Mrs. Alva Vanderbuilt’s bedroom in the “Marble House” mansion in Newport.  She was married to William Kissam Vanderbuilt, son of William Henry Vanderbuilt and Maria Louisa Kissam.

Mr. William Kissam Vanderbuilt’s bedroom in “Marble House”.

Getting a little more ‘down to earth’ is our master bedroom when we lived in Soulsbyville, Calif.  Like Alice Vanderbuilt’s bedroom in “The Breakers” our bedroom also had a rounded bay with three windows at one end and was rather large at 14 x 24 feet with 10 foot ceilings, but we didn’t have such fine elaborate furnishings to fill it.  Then again, she didn’t have a television in her bedroom! 

Our master bedroom when we were living in Groveland, Calif.  It didn’t normally look this neat.  This was taken when we were in the process of selling the house so we could move to Soulsbyville.

Much earlier, while living in Gasquet, Calif., our so-called master bedroom doubled as a nursery.  Our eldest daughter is in the bassinet.  We were living in a four room log cabin at the time.  Our son slept in a very small bedroom just big enough for his crib, a changing table, and a small dresser.  Daughter slept in our bedroom during the day and at night we rolled her bassinet around the corner into the living room.


Eighteen months later we had moved into another, slightly bigger cabin.  Our son and eldest daughter occupied one of two bedrooms.  It was big enough for a twin bed, a crib, and a dresser, but not much else.  Fortunately this cabin had a large master bedroom – 11 by 18 feet – which we divided off with a folding screen to form a semi-separate nursery for our second daughter.  Too bad I never took a picture of our semi-separate master bedroom on the other side of the screen as it actually looked quite nice.

One of our summer rental cabins at Lake Tahoe had a rather fancy master bedroom.

I loved the king size log bed and knotty pine walls in another of our summer cabin rentals.

This was a sweet cabin rental bedroom.

And finally we come to one of my favorite master bedrooms – the one in my dollhouse.  It has an attached balcony with a little table & chairs and two Irish Cream lattes from Schnoog's Coffee Shop waiting.  At the far end of the balcony, barely visible, is a free-standing cushioned bench swing with a throw pillow.  J


The master bedroom balcony.

And now, for some reason, I’m feeling rather sleepy.  I think I’ll take a nap. 

Wouldn’t this be a wonderful place to take a nap with a light breeze fanning you gently on a lovely warm afternoon as you catch a few ZZZZs?  And at my age, I'm entitled!  The 28th is my birthday and I'm turning 86! :)

 :->

La Nightingail

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