‘Twas the night before Christmas …

… and all through the house

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

not a creature was stirring, not even a …

Dusty? What are you doing inside?

dustylooks

Sam and Zeke are worried that Santa won’t come if you watch for him. Everyone go to sleep now.

Zeke, that won’t work. Close your eyes.

zekepeeks

That’s better.

zekesleeps

 

Good dog, Sam.

samsleeps

Sylvester, finish your bath and go to bed!

slybath

Now that’s a relaxed cat.

slysleeps

Chloe, you can’t keep even one eye open.

chloepeeks

Good kitty.

chloe asleep

You, too, Smokey.

smokey asleep

Lucy, I think you’re the last one awake.

lucyawake

Pull up the covers and close your eyes. Good doggie.

lucysleeps

Now I think everyone is in bed and asleep.

And soon, we’ll be visited by that right jolly old elf …

st dogolas

St. Dogolas!

And so, from Leah, Mark, Zeke, Lucy, Chloe, Dusty, Sylvester, Smokey and Sam,

happy christmas

and to all a good night!

In memoriam: Zoe, gone since Fall 2014,

DSC_0122.JPG

and Rusty, gone this year.

rusty

Cold and fog

Wednesday morning, the shortest day of the year and the first day of winter, was cold but clear. There was a strong inversion down in the lower areas. The view to the east was almost whited out, except for the top of the mountain.

fog21dec16

When I took the dogs out for their walk, we went down into the fog you can see lapping up into the valley just behind the near treeline. It got noticeably colder as we went into the fog, but the sun was trying to stream through the trees.

foggyforest

The sunbeams always fascinate me.

On the way back up, we saw an armadillo. The dogs were very interested.

armadillo

The armadillo is above Sam’s head about midway up the bank.

armadillo_zoomed

I had some second thoughts about taking this picture. In the past, Zeke would probably have gone wild and I would have needed both hands to hold the leash. If that had happened, I would have probably dropped my phone. Fortunately, Zeke maintained his cool. I guess he’s getting old.

The inversion was long lasting. It persisted through noon, when we went down for our regular Wednesday huevos rancheros. By the time I went to Lowes for some material around 4:30, the fog was gone and a cloud bank had moved in.

evening_21dec16

Some waves were visible near the sun (on the left side of the image) as well as further to the north, but they are nearly impossible to see in this image.

Inside the Biltmore

On the day of our tour we waited in the Biltmore house stables until our 1:30 entry time into the main house. The stables were more impressively constructed than most mansions today. They were crowded, but not with horses. Apparently, Christmas is so popular for visitors that groups of tourists have to wait until their appointed times.

Just off the main entry, which I showed in yesterday’s post, there is a sunken garden area with a glass ceiling. It’s called the winter garden.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

I showed the exterior of this space in yesterday’s post.

The temperature in the entry area was distinctly cool. With the original central heating, I suspect that the temperature of the house would have been kept higher back when the Vanderbilt still lived in the house.

We proceeded into the banquet hall.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Every room open to the public had at least one Christmas tree.

The billiard room is off one side of the banquet hall.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

A stuffed eagle overlooks the games.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The ceilings were pretty impressive in most rooms.

I think this is the music room, directly behind the entry hall. The piano looks right, but several other rooms also had pianos. I suspect that there was a need for large quantities of large furniture to fill the large rooms.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

This is the main stairwell, one of the most prominent features of the front exterior.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The first room on the second floor off the stairs is a sitting room. Then you come to this hallway.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

If you go to the left in this image, you find yourself in George’s bedroom. He had a nice fireplace.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

This is one end of the room.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Turn to the left and here’s his bed.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

There is a bathroom behind the wall, apparently with two doors. Present-day guests are not allowed to use the house’s bathrooms; they must use restrooms in the stables.

To the left of this image there is a door into a sitting room.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

It’s actually called the oak sitting room. Nice paneling. It is set up as if for breakfast. The door in the center of the wall leads into the hallway. I presume that would allow servants to bring a meal into the room without going into the bedroom itself.

Just beyond this room is Mrs. Vanderbilt’s bedroom. Hers is smaller, but there is a maid’s room just down the hall.

On the third floor there is yet another sitting room.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

I think this is the third floor sitting room, based mainly on the slope of the walls, which indicates that the room is tucked up against the roof. There is a hallway off the sitting room which leads to several guest bedrooms.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

You can see the slope of the roof here as well. It so dark that it was hard to get a decent shot. The guest rooms are much smaller than the Vanderbilts’ rooms. I suppose you wouldn’t want to encourage guests to stay too long.

This room had a fireplace with a distinctive and significantly different hearth and surround. It might have been the Gainsborough Room, but I’m not sure. When I look at a floor plan I find it hard to figure out exactly where we were at any given time.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

From here we had to descend to the second floor so that we could descend yet again down towards the bowels of the building. The fourth floor, where the Vanderbilts stuffed many of their servants safely out of sight, was not open to the public.

The servants’ stairwell was much more modest than the main stairwell, but still impressive.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Down in the basement we went along a castlesque passageway.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The walls are stone set in cement. The ceiling is a series of barrel vaults formed of brick. The Vanderbilts’ kept the exercise areas down on the first basement level. First, the swimming pool.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Small, since George didn’t swim, but you have to have something for the guests, you know. And then here’s the bowling alley.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

I presume servants stayed at the far end to reset the pins.

The exercise room was sparsely furnished.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

That’s a rowing machine. There are parallel bars just to the right.

There was a second basement level not open to the public. I think it was mainly storage, so probably not very interesting, except perhaps the wine cellar.

There was a display of historical photographs in the basement, where we found evidence of either fraud or time travel. Look carefully at this photo of a photo.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Here is the caption.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Look back at the photo; do you see anything that looks, lets say, anachronistic? It’s just to the right of dead center. Here:

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

This is one of the few things I can remember, or at least think I can remember, from a tour of the Biltmore back in the early ’90’s. To me this looks like a modern automobile, possibly an ’80’s model Ford Fiesta or a Volkswagen Rabbit. The only problem is that it appears too large to be a car. I have no idea what it actually is.

And with that, we ended our tour of the house. I was left with an overwhelming impression of conspicuous consumption. I suspect that the $90 million adjusted cost of the house and estate is significantly less than it would cost to actually build such a structure today. Even buying the 125,000 acres today would probably cost more than $50 million, if you could find a tract of land like this.

If you look back at the previous post showing an overall exterior view of the house, you can see a wide, long flat area in front. The land was not originally like that. There must have been the equivalent of many hundreds of modern dumptruck loads of fill dirt to bring the land up level with the front of the house. That alone would cost a minimum of tens of thousands of dollars today, at least at retail.

I have no idea what George Vanderbilt would have paid to bring back the huge collection of European furniture and fixtures he used in the house.

I have to admit that this estate qualifies as wretched excess, but the one difference I noticed in comparison to what I have seen of, for example, Donald Trump’s lavish homes, is taste.

A trip to Asheville

Leah and I drove up to Asheville, NC, on Saturday, December 10. We wanted to see the Vanderbilt Estate in its Christmas finery.

Asheville is about 222 miles northeast of us via two-land mountain roads. Google Maps estimated it to be a 4 hour 16 minutes drive. A route taking I-75 to Knoxville, TN, and then I-40 east almost to the front door of the hotel was 275 miles. That route was supposed to take 4 hours and 28 minutes. However, I didn’t believe that we could make the average speed that Google thought we could on the mountain roads. The road is winding and passes through every small town between Rome and Asheville. So we took the Interstate.

The Biltmore Estate is said to be the largest private residence in the United States. It was built by George Vanderbilt, the grandson of Cornelius Vanderbilt, in the late 1890’s. It was initially to be a small summer retreat for him and his mother, who had been advised to try the weather in the North Carolina mountains for her health.

Construction began in 1889. The house was opened in 1895. It has 250 rooms in total, including 43 bathrooms, and 65 fireplaces. There is more than 135,000 square feet of living space. The estate originally had 125,000 acres. The family later sold most of it to the federal government as a national forest, leaving 8000 acres in the estate today.

The cost of building the estate was estimated by one source as about $5 million, which would be around $90 million in today’s money. A lot of Grandfather Cornelius’s money was in railroading (New York Central) so, of course, his grandson had a three-mile spur built to haul material and workers to the construction site.

When Cornelius Vanderbilt, the patron of the family, died, he was supposed to be the richest man in the US. When his eldest son died, he was also the richest man in the US. Cornelius’s grandson George apparently used most of his part of the inheritance to build the Biltmore Estate, paying little attention to maintaining his business interests. I suppose it’s not surprising that one of the current Vanderbilt descendants, Anderson Cooper, has been quoted as saying that his mother (Gloria Vanderbilt) told him there was no trust fund.

George married in 1898 and the couple had a daughter, Cornelia, in 1900. Unfortunately, George didn’t get a chance to enjoy his gigantic estate for long. He died in 1913 at age 51 from complications from an appendectomy. His widow moved back to the estate and Cornelia grew up there.

The main house is approached by a three-mile road that winds through the forest and ends at one of the gates, at which point the house abruptly comes into view.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

This is the exterior of the main stairwell.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The house has four floors and a basement. The family living quarters are on the second and third floors. This is the exterior of the nursery.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

I wonder if the gargoyles gave baby Cornelia nightmares. I wonder how a few would look on our house. Maybe I’ll settle for a Kokopelli in the front yard.

The glass roof between these two wings covers a plant room just off the main entrance.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

This is the main entry hall, looking from the rear towards the front doors.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Christmas decorations are big at the Biltmore, as you can see when I post some more pictures later.

Who is it

When I took the dogs out for their morning walk, this is what I saw in the garage.

owl2

This was the best shot I could get in the dimly lit (for photographic purposes) garage. It was flying around frantically trying to get out. It finally settled on top of some shelves in the far corner of the garage. The only entry into the garage from outside was under the partially-open garage door, which gave about eight inches of clearance to get in.

I opened both doors fully and, after some encouragement, it flew out and through the trees. I think it was a screech owl. Here are some screech owl calls.

Leah and her family had an owl for some time (before I knew her). It sat outside on their window air conditioner and never flew for the months (Leah thinks) it was there. They fed it raw meat. Leah’s mother was not pleased to have the bird there. One day it was gone, and, according to Leah, no one seemed to know anything about it. Leah has her suspicions.

We have had numerous hummingbirds find their way into our garage, both at our old house and at the new house. I was quite surprised to find an owl there. I certainly hope no others find their way in.