The Postcard Inn On The Beach: Wish You Were Here

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Imagine summertime in Florida back in the 1950s and ’60s.  It was a different era.  Simple and sunny.  A warm summer’s breeze brings in the sweet and intoxicating scent of orange blossoms mixed with Coppertone tanning oil.  A freckled face girl with sunkissed skin wearing a crisp cotton dress, skips along the surf.  Rays of sunlight shine down on the white, powdery sand, flecked with polished shells which are glistening in the Gulf waters.  A cold glass of grape Koolaid and a corkscrew straw in the brightest of pink gets passed back and forth between best friends.  Ah, the simpler, happier days.  It seems as though life now, and yes, even in a paradise such as Florida, is far more complicated and stressful.  I guess things have changed.  Or have they?  At The Postcard Inn on the Beach, those carefree, sunny days of the ’50s and ’60s have returned.

I recently got word of this great beachside establishment a couple of months ago.  Travel and Leisure refers to this funky new Florida hotel as “hip, affordable and resolutely casual.”  But that’s hardly the only good press this place has gotten. The Postcard Inn, located on beautiful St. Pete Beach, has received much praise on its inexpensive room rates and cool vintage vibe.  The hotel captures the essence of old Florida in a very charming way.  No two rooms are alike. Certain rooms feature beachy wall murals, while others come with their very own grassy patios equipped with hammocks to lounge on. Despite each room being unique, they all have a commonality- being retro chic.  The Postcard Inn may be vintage, but has a modern twist; it is unlike any other hotel I have ever seen.

I’m a sucker for nostalgia, so I couldn’t wait to check this place out.  It was a warm June evening when I decided to venture over to the hotel and have dinner at its critically acclaimed barbeque restaurant.  Wildwood Barbeque has gotten much recognition since its opening here in town.  The restaurant serves scrumptious, mouth-watering barbeque from pit master, “Big Lou” Elrose and offers a wide array of bourbons, which I was later told by my waiter, pairs well with this kind of cuisine.  Wildwood’s interior is rustic urban, with plenty of polished wood and flatscreen televisions. In the background, feel good music played out on the overhead speakers.  The menu features a great selection of barbeque and all the fixin’s.  There is the Carolina pulled pork in vinegar sauce, the Kansas City baby back ribs slathered in a spicy chipotle, and the Memphis style ribs dry rubbed, just to name a few.  The sauces to accompany these rib dishes taste amazing, and the tender meat practically falls right off the bone.  While I dined, I  particulary enjoyed the sticky ribs, which are full cut spare ribs served wet in a delicious sweet and tangy sauce.  I also sampled the Texas smoked brisket, garnished with pickled jalapenos.  Typically, I’m not much of a jalapeno fan (too hot for my taste buds!), but on this dish, they were just right and the pickling cut down the heat.  It was a perfect accessory to the brisket.  The meat here was so unbelievably tender, it felt like it melted as soon as it touched my tongue.  I was in my happy place.

If you can’t handle a full rack of ribs, there are half racks available as well, for the smaller appetite.  With my ribs that evening, I started with just a half rack, but they were so tasty, I regretted not ordering the bigger version.  And if pork isn’t your thing, don’t fret, as the applewood smoked chicken with an apricot barbeque glaze is just heavenly to the palate.  There are also combo plates and sampler platters for those who want to try a little of this, and a little of that. The sides are just as special as the actual barbeque entrees.  The aged cheddar mac and cheese is out of this world, and the baked beans served with burnt ends and bacon, taste just as good as my grandmother’s.  There is also cast iron skillet cornbread, which is a must-try.

In addition to the amazing food, the service was first rate.  My table was checked on multiple times during dinner, and my waiter was exceptional.  He was a young man, but showed much knowledge regarding the food and the restaurant itself.  My ice tea, served icey cold in a Mason jar, was kept filled throughout the evening.

I was done with my meal and ready to explore the rest of the hotel.  Even though I had washed my hands in the bathroom (which I was impressed with, even though it was quite small), I could still smell the lingering scent of ribs on my fingers.  I guess this really wasn’t a complaint though.  I started toward the lobby, which looked very unexpected, but in a good way.  Retro, hip and fresh is a perfect way to describe the unique decor; 1960s’ surfer chic mixed in with a little James Bond (the Sean Connery version), and topped off with cozy coffeehouse funk.  The Postcard Inn on the Beach showed itself to be clean, uncluttered and full of nostalgic charm.  I felt like I was in St. Pete Beach back when my folks were teenagers and dating.  Ah, those simpler, happier days again. Just walking through the lobby to the back doors leading out to the pool, I felt refreshed, light and airy.  The hotel had already proven to be a major mood lifter. Strolling through the courtyard was like another jolt back into time.  There was a nice selection of comfy vintage lawn furniture arranged on the freshly cut, bright green grass.  An outdoor pool table and a couple of ping pong tables were a nice twist to the more traditional hotel courtyard set-ups.  Under a few sprawling branches of a couple of shady old oaks, dangled glass lanterns that flickered over a few Adirondack chairs grouped next to a fire pit.  The scene looked like something out of the Poconos in the summertime, back in the ’50s.  It was magical.

The pool beckoned on this hot summer’s night with its sparkling blue water, cool and refreshing.  Retro lawn chaise loungers lined its perimeter.  And if old style simplicity isn’t your thing, then bronze your hide on the South Beach influenced outdoor beds.  I think I would have to order a martini if I laid out on one of these.  Glamorous, chic and once again, oh so reminiscent of  1960s James Bond.

Just past the pool sits a legendary beach bar; a real one-of-a-kind, as far as this writer is concerned.  What was once the Swigwam, the oldest beach bar around, is now the PCI Beach Bar and Snack Shack.  Covered in old license plates from all over the nation, the rustic wooden shack attracts a mostly young and hip crowd.  However, there still are the more seasoned patrons who hang around PCI that were regulars from when it was the Swigwam.  These are the sunbaked beach bums and bumettes who never gave up their bar stools.  Despite the age differences, these patrons blend right in with the college crowd and young professionals.  Twenty-something women, with sand sprinkled on their brightly painted toenails, ease up to the bar for frozen concoctions and cold brewskies. Guys wearing polo shirts with their farmer’s tans sit back on the wooden benches listening to the live music and occasionally glancing over at a pretty beach babe.  The bar translates well from afternoon to evening.  Once the sun melts into the ocean and the moon and stars begin to peek out from behind the purple lined clouds, the PCI Beach Bar starts to really come to life.  A warm breeze gently sways the seagrape leaves next to the far end of the bar, and a girl wearing a pair of worn and faded cut-offs and flip-flops encrusted in wet sand orders a tropical drink.  A group of college coeds plays a game of night volleyball on the sand under the moonlight, while the seat oats blow back and forth softly.  And old dude with a Gorton’s fisherman beard pulls up a seat, while Cat Steven’s classic hit, “Moonshadow,” plays in the background. “Draven was here.  Don’t steal my name,” is scribbled onto the weathered wood bar top.  Of course, there are the many inscriptions of “forever loves” grafittied around the beach shack as well.  ”John and Sue forever.”  ”Tina loves Mike forever.”  I just wonder how many of those “forevers” were sincere.  Then, I notice something scribbled in permanent black marker on the farthest side of the bar.  A female patron had written out a list of people who had attended her recent divorce party.  The shack’s dim lighting barely illuminates, casting a cozy and warm glow.  I felt like any minute I would see an old time sea captain walk in off the sand, and order up a boilermaker.  A bikini clad bartender, with an elaborate tattoo covering most of her beautifully tanned back, was busy behind the bar taking drink orders.  I tried the ever classic pina colada, which was nicely mixed and perfectly sweet.  The bar also serves up a large selection of beer in cans.

All in all, my experience that night at this retro beachside hot spot was memorable.  It was exciting to be in an environment so different and unique.  As I walked back out through the Postcard Inn’s lobby, I took one last lingering look around.  A movie was playing on a wall, overhead on a projector.  The night clerk smiled friendly and wished me a good night.  I opened the door leading to the front parking lot, and stepped out once more into the warm summer’s night… back into 2010, all over again.

For more information on the Postcard Inn on the Beach, visit their site at www.postcardinn.com.

Postcard Inn on the Beach

6300 Gulf Blvd., St. Pete Beach, FL 33706/ 1-800-237-8918

Lurking in the Shadows Hides the Misunderstood

Just behind the bustling, commercialized Centro Ybor complex, a hauntingly dark and mysterious looking building stands.  Its medieval exterior resembles an ancient building, complete with Gothic windows and dungeon style doors.  Nearing the magical hour of midnight, a line of black adorned patrons forms outside the Castle’s walls.  The historic building is a Tampa institution; a landmark, if you will.  A group of pale faced, black lipped Goths sit in a group, laughing heartily and playing cards.  Straight faced doormen stamp hands and collect money as the theatrically dressed morose slink inside.  

The Castle, an Ybor night club for those who share a love for all things dark and dreary, opened in October of 1992.  However, on the Castle’s grand opening, it looked nothing like the large, two story Gothic haven it is today.  Instead, it was merely just a small saloon created to house a place where friends could come and visit.  A modest jukebox furnished the music and most first time Castle patrons simply came dressed in black jeans and t-shirts; a far cry from today’s scene at the well known club.  In 2009, the Castle is going strong, perhaps, more so than ever.  Black Levi jeans have been replaced with Victorian style gowns, laced corsets and vampiric cloaks.  There is no longer a jukebox, but instead, two levels of Industrial and Gothic music pumped out by world famous Castle DJs.  

There are five sections inside the Castle in which to wander.  First, there is the Saloon, which is where it all started.  This is still a favorite hot spot for many long time Castle dwellers.  The music is old school Goth, with plenty of nostalgic Depeche Mode and Joy Division classics playing.  The Saloon is also a great place to sample signature Castle drinks and socialize with friends. Beautiful stone and brick lined walls, candles galore and rich, blood red velvet fabrics adorn this room.  Hung tapestries and ornate furniture in the Saloon replicate something you would see in Dracula’s castle.  The best part of this room is the famous bar.  A running moat flows directly through the center of the bar top, giving the scene downstairs even more character.  Just be careful though if you decide to rest your arms or you might get a tad wet.  If fresh air is want you crave, there is an outdoor patio right outside the Saloon.  Wooden benches line the perimeter of the patio while overhead, there is a movie screen.   Hanging down from a large, shady tree is a candle lit chandelier.  A DJ spins tunes here, providing the ultimate outdoor dance floor. In days past, there was also a fire pit out on the Castle’s patio.  On cool crisp nights, Goths could gather around a crackling fire and smoke their clove cigarettes.  A dance around the fire underneath the stars was a magical escape from everyday reality.  The Castle’s main attraction, however, is upstairs in the Main Hall or dance floor.  Wolfsheim’s “The Sparrows and the Nightingales,” a Gothic favorite, blasts out from the speakers, while state of the art lighting flashes over the original oak dance floor, exposing a sea of black.  At the Castle, dance is an art form.  Everyone’s style is unique and expressive.  The club patrons aren’t the only ones you will see dancing.  On three elevated podiums strategically placed around the dance floor, professional Castle dancers entertain the crowds.  Scantily clad female dancers in fish nets and latex, wiggle and gyrate to the heavy beats of hard hitting Industrial and Techno.  If you are more of the wallflower type, no worries, as there are plenty of soft, velvet couches and chairs to cozy up on. Scenes from B-rated horror movies play out on large, overhead screens.  Stained glass, Gothic arched windows don’t allow in much light from the outside world, but there is plenty of glow from flickering candle votives.  There is a boastful 120 feet of bar, the top made up of over 1,000 hand cut Dahl DeVare glass tiles.  The adjacent Red Room is an intimate escape from the loud, pulsating music and crowds of the Main Hall.  The Red Room is exactly that, red.  An intimate setting that allows one to snuggle up to their Gothic sweetheart.  There is always a heady smell of Dragon’s Blood incense and yes, there are more candles.  Finally, there is the Castle’s newest addition, the Dungeon.  Fairly mysterious, the Dungeon is only open for events and private parties.  It is an enticing room full of forbidden desires and temptations.  Luxuriously sinful is a good way to describe the Dungeon. Basically, it’s nirvana for the glamorous dominatrix.  

The Castle’s walls are shrouded in mystery.  Some believe the club has a magical presence.  Once you step inside, you can feel it envelope your soul.  The scent within the Castle is intoxicating.  Patchouli oil, clove cigarettes, smoke from the outside patio fire… ah, heavenly.  It’s a familiar perfume to a Goth.  You know, those dark and shadowy people who wear lots of black yet always seem to have a rainbow of color in their hair.  Goth guys have taught the world that eyeliner and nail polish isn’t just for girls and through their lifestyle, have shown that cemeteries can be like a second home.  After all, these people are suicidal, worship the devil and sleep in coffins.  It’s no wonder the “normal” folks who walk down 7th Avenue in Ybor (“Seventh People,” as Castle patrons call them), gravitate to the opposite side of the street when a Marilyn Manson clone comes walking by.  A simple trip over to the Castle could prove to be total humiliation or harsh ridicule to a Goth.  I mean, why shouldn’t it be?  These morbid weirdos drink blood and are full of hate and dread.  They are death obsessed, depressed club kids who are constantly quoting Edgar Allan Poe’s poetry.  And not all goths are teenagers or young adults with Koolaid pink hair.  Some are married, have families or are middle aged.  ”The Senator,” who is a Castle favorite, is in his 50s and frequents the night club nearly every weekend.  He dresses in women’s lingerie that doesn’t leave much to the imagination.  An outsider to this eccentric lifestyle may question these people’s ethics and perhaps even their sanity.  

Ironically, it may be the “Seventh People” who are the abnormal ones.  Castle patrons are misunderstood.  Most outsiders see Goths and others who stray from the norm, in a negative way.  It is a culture with many attached stereotypes.  ”We are all different.  We are Christians, Atheists, Jewish… but we are not Satanists,” stated an anonymous Goth.  Misconceptions on the Gothic lifestyle involve hurting others and being violent, specifically with Vampirism.  To the contrary, Goths are passive and peaceful and identify most with the Victorian romantic period.  The Gothic culture originated from England and started in the late 1970s.  Most Goths are creative, especially as writers and artists.  Some are skilled in fashion and expressing themselves artistically with their fashion choices.  ”The Senator,” although not someone you would call Gothic, is such an example.  Always dressed to impress in his finest boudoir attire, this well known Castle patron makes his rounds on Friday and Saturday nights. He is recognized by many, adored by most and has intimidated a few.  Upon first glance, “The Senator,” who is known to his friends and Castle staff as Mike, is a bit shocking.  He wears not much more than just a sheer, lacy teddy with a thong. However, there is a lot more to “The Senator” than just a Victoria Secret’s get-up.  Hailing from Long Island, NY, “The Senator” claims that he was actually once shy.  Years ago, he had a girlfriend from New Orleans who liked taking pictures of him.  Inhibited at first, “The Senator” began to change and started liking exhibitionism.  Being naked and having others see him this way didn’t feel wrong or shameful.  It was during Mardi Gras one year that “The Senator” was born.  ”My girlfriend body painted me and dressed me up in frilly lingerie.  I loved cruising into parties and being the center of attention.”  

In 1996, the Castle opened its dance floor upstairs and this caught “The Senator’s” attention.  For the very first time, “The Senator” walked through the Castle’s large, wooden doors.  It was then, that he had found his new home.  ”It’s a place where you’re not judged and people are cool,” stated “The Senator.”  Castle VJ Rob Pittman and Tracey, a Castle bartender and now Rob’s wife, really got “The Senator” into going to the club.  In fact, he would go as often as three to four times a week.

So, where did the nickname, “The Senator,” originate from?  ”There were some incidents in the news at one time regarding some of our elected representatives being involved in sex scandals and such.  Since I am a bit older than most of the crowd, someone hung a tag on me calling me  ’The Senator’ and it stuck.”  Well, maybe this guy isn’t a true senator, but he has been called, “The King of Ybor;” a legend of sorts.  Some people even come to the Castle just to see Ybor’s royalty.  After all, a man’s home is his castle, and home to “The Senator,” is indeed that.  So, how does “The Senator,” or better yet, “The King of Ybor” feel about his fame?  ”There have been lots of wild times, lots of rumors and stories floating around that I can neither confirm or deny.  Suffice to say, that I enjoy being the character that has evolved over the past 12 years and while it’s hard to make it out that much anymore, I still enjoy meeting new people and adding to the ‘legend.’”

Perhaps Castle dwellers shouldn’t be feared or judged.  After all, “The Senator” is one of the friendliest people I have met.  I also believe that the Goth culture is greatly misunderstood.  They live in a culture based in stereotypes which are formed around ignorance and fear.  Despite their icy exteriors, Goths are warm hearted.  They are a diverse and open minded group who simply resist labels and mainstream ideals.  And, maybe, just maybe these heavily powdered, black lipped individuals that are regularly mocked and taunted by the close minded “Seventh People,” are just as “normal” looking as they are at times.  Soccer moms and suit clad husbands by day transform into the elusive and sometimes feared Goth at night.

The Castle and its eccentric guests continue to be a place to stop in and see while in Ybor.  Some visitors to the club travel from New York City, Los Angeles and even European countries.  Going to the Castle is like getting lost in another dimension.  Once inside, reality dissolves and the mundane and stressful lives we lead, somehow vanish.  It’s a place where you can let your alter ego come out and play.  You can dance the night away with the famous Senator.  The Castle is a place where you can always be a kid at heart, just like celebrity patron Peter Pan, otherwise known as Randy Constan.  And yes, he has the whole Neverland get-up, green tights and all.  You can re-enact the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre every February, participate in the annual Zombie party (don’t forget to drench yourself in fake blood before heading in) or join in with the Castle’s beloved Fractured Fairytale Ball. Snow White never looked so grotesque!  There’s sometimes a guy dressed as a Ghostbuster who stands by the front door, selling black roses.  A young woman wearing a fairy costume throws a handful of “magical” glitter on an unsuspecting friend.  At the Castle, it’s Halloween all year long.

The place is indeed magical, uninhibited and highly spirited.  Everyone is always happy, smiling and non-judgmental.  There is love and peace around each corner.  In fact, my friend Michelle even met her future husband here.  The staff becomes like a second family to most of the patrons, making it no surprise the Castle has earned such titles as “Best Dance Club” and “Best Bartenders” in Tampa Bay.

So, next time you find yourself in Ybor’s darkest shadows, do not fear.  In fact, this is the safest, happiest place to be. Instead, it may be the guy in the light blue polo shirt walking down 7th Avenue, in hopes of finding a date, that turns out to be the one to run from.  Who knew preppy could be so terrifying?

 

*The Castle is open Mondays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays/10:30 p.m. to 3:00 a.m.

Each night is a different theme, so keep that in mind before heading off to the club.  

Monday is “80s and Beyond” night

Thursday is “Pop ‘N’ Wave” night

Friday is “Communion After Dark” night featuring Coffin Classics which is old school Goth and Industrial music

Saturday is “No Boundaries” night, a good time for people watching and lots of Industrial/Goth music 

Sunday is “Burn” night for the gay community

 

Feel free to check out the Castle’s website at www.castleybor.com or on their MySpace page at www.myspace.com/theyborcastle

The Floridan Hotels Artful Comeback

In 1987 the historic Floridan Hotel, located in downtown Tampa, closed its doors forever.   That final turn of the lock tumblers, sealed the spot where Eckerd and Publix formed their corporations,  and where many great actors would stay when visiting the area.  The Floridan stood tall and proud since its birthday back in 1927.  The 400 room hotel and once tallest building in Tampa was monumental to Tampa’s historic past.  Some of its guests included Elvis Presley, and Gary Cooper even courted Lupe Velez here in 1955.

Since then we watched this once beautiful building,  renowned for having one of the best ballrooms,  fall to vandalism and neglect.  A building that once put Tampa on the map with it’s famous  cliental was crying for help yet nobody listened… until 2005 when Antonios Markopoulous bought the distraught hotel for 6 million dollars.  Mr Markopoulos’s vision is to restore the decaying building back into a luxury hotel that will stand apart from the rest of the skyscrapers in town.

The last time I was downtown Tampa , the sign at the top of the hotel had missing letters, the windows were cracked,  some were missing and had been replaced with graffiti covered wood, and the smell of mold and decay seeped through the cracks in the doors.  This past week, I saw a brand new sign sitting on top of this historic hotel, windows replaced and the old marquee looking better.  The construction has begun and soon, hopefully by 2010 the historic hotel will be back to its glory days.  The hotel will not only add to the redevelopment of downtown  but it will also add to the preservation of Tampa’s history, and help keep an artistic building alive.

Tampa Fire Museum – “Saving” History

Nestled on the corner of Zack and Pierce Street in downtown Tampa stands a building that is the testament to saving lives.  That building was the original Tampa Fire Department, erected sometime in the early 1900s.  The title “Saving History” was chosen for two reasons: one was the fact the people there dedicated their lives to save lives while risking their own; while on the other hand once the fire department moved to another building it also needed saving from a recking ball.

It would have been a shame for this wonderful piece of Tampa’s history to be leveled to a pile of rubble. For instance when it opened they didn’t even use trucks, they had horse drawn carriages that they rode to the fire. Something we would never know had this building been destroyed.  It took a few concerned citizens and the help of the county government to make sure this landmark stayed a part of the downtown heritage. Now its run as a non-profit 501c3 organization.

With five years of work, timeless restoration and running on donated funds the Tampa Fire Museum opened its doors to the public.  Today, you can walk around and see some of the tools the firemen would use, the clothing they wore in the 20s to 60s compared to today.  Go further inside and you can see the “watch out booth”  where a worker would sit inside and listen for dispatches, currently its hooked up to the real 911 call center to replicate what those working the booth would hear.  When you come to the old engine room where the fire engines were stored, you will see one of those classic fire poles the men would frantically slide down upon the call of duty, but also look down at the ground to see the scratch marks of the old horse drawn fire carriages.  The real observer will look at the doors and realize, they are not garage doors at all, they slide open, similar to a stall would for a horse, and in the rear of the engine room you will see a sink, dirty and full of soot, the men used to wash up with after their fire fighting day was over.  It still works and you can wash in the same basin those heroes of yesterday did.

Wander on upstairs to the second floor and see the old bunkers where the men lived waiting for the call of duty; the wood floors were painstakingly restored, but all original, which is now a banquet hall. Downstairs to the back, they have a memorial room to those heroes who died to save the lives and structures of their fellow citizens.

This museum is free to visit but donations are welcome.  They are open Tuesday to Thursday from 10:00 AM to 2:00 PM.  They have more artifacts to fill the museum  but they will come as more donations roll in to help offset the costs.  The museum does host birthday parties, banquets and other social events. Its the proud home to the second largest Gasparilla party in Tampa each year too.

This is a great place for the young child dreaming of being a fire-fighter, or someone who may have worked in this building to come remember the good ole days. Its located next door to the current fire rescue station so you can still see the trucks and hear the sirens as they race to save lives. Come experience the history saved to honor those who saved our lives.

720 E. Zack Street
Tampa, FL

Brooksville Heritage Museum – A Haunting Good Time

If you’re looking for something to do that’s fun for the whole family and you don’t want to spend too much money, we have a solution that is not only fun but historic and educational. It’s located right in the heart of downtown Brooksville, in Hernando County. It’s the Brooksville Heritage Museum / May-Stringer House.

This attraction has two sides, a fun side for the whole family, and a dark side fit for adults over the age of 18.  By day, the house is a representation of life back in the 1840s, and one of the first houses settled in Brooksville under the Florida Settlers Act, which gave settlers 160 acres to use as long as they reside in Florida. It’s also filled with wonderful antiques and history from around Brooksville, making it the Brooksville Heritage Museum. By night: a real haunted house for those interested in the paranormal.

Historic Museum by Day

The day tour talks about the home and all the artifacts inside. It was the former home of the Mays’. After the deaths of Mr. May’s wife and two daughters, he moved away, and the house was next inhabited by Dr. Stringer. Dr. Stringer re-designed the house in the unique fashion it now remains, with the tower, because he wanted to have the largest home in the area. Stringer also made the 7 gables to represent the “House of Seven Gables,” something he always admired. After his family moved out, the place was abandoned, and looters destroyed most of the home. The house was later restored to its current condition by the city of Brooksville. They reopened the house as a heritage museum of Brooksville’s past.

The house has a replica one-room school house, a doctor’s room containing medicines and tools typical of what Dr. Stringer would have used on his patients, a telephone/telegraph room, a war room decked with U.S. Military uniforms from the Civil War to World War II, and so much more

The museum offers a guided tour, that lasts around an hour. Admission is $5.00 for adults and $2.00 for children, Tuesday to Saturday from 12:00 P.M. to 3:00 P.M. The tour will give you the history of the home as well as Brooksville’s great past. All money goes toward the upkeep up of the home.

By Night… the Hauntings

Due to its grim past with death the house is considered by one of the most haunted places in Florida; the May’s lost 3 people in the home, his two daughters and his wife giving birth.  Dr. Stringer used the house as a sanatorium during the days before hospitals were around, so many of the terminally ill patients died miserable deaths from causes like Small Pox, Yellow Fever, Scarlett Fever, and others.  The home was also the scene of the first “drive by” shooting in Hernando County (actually “ride by” because the crime was committed on horseback). It’s also said that a WWI soldier returned from war to marry his fiance, only to find that she had married another man when he was away; he then went upstairs and was said to have hung himself in the master bedroom. That claim can’t be proven so it’s only a rumor that may or may not have some truth to it. The May-Stringer house is said to have 8 spirits who reside in the dwelling.

The tour lasts 2 hours! Starting with a history tour of the house concentrating on the most active rooms, they give you more information to the secrets the house holds than you get during the day.  In the second hour, you are released into small groups to pick rooms and do seances and readings.

This tour has an age limit: nobody under is 18 allowed. It costs $20.00 per person and reservations are required. The tour starts at 6:00 P.M. and is offered Friday to Sunday only. The tours will be canceled for groups less than 6.

I personally took both of these tours, the daytime and haunted tours and found them extremely interesting and educational. The house is a work of art in itself and the EVP’s caught during the haunt were phenomenal. For the price, I highly recommend trying these tours and help support the Hernando County Preservation of old homes and history.