Above, Peacock Alley merging New York’s Waldorf and Astoria into one luxurious hotel
Emma Bentzen Koehler, August 1911
“Missus Koehler, I have a telegram for you,” says the clerk behind the desk, before awkwardly sprawling across the counter to lean down and place the envelope in her hands.
“Thank you, young man.”
“Of course, what they neglect to report is anything about the weather. Why in the world would we want to return to San Antonio in August?” Emma asks Sophie Wahrmund.Continue reading “An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Ten”