Mount dora definitely has stories to be shared. When i applied for a job at the Windsor rose I used the ladies restroom and felt as though someone was waiting for me by the door. I leaned into the door and said "someone's in here". I heard a woman's voice say "it's elenor". Enda,elenor something like this. Anyway of course no one was there. And as I say down waiting to be interviewed by the manager I felt I wouldn't be getting the position. I know now the woman was who occupys this resturant... it's so thick you can see it like a movie being played out right in front of your eyes. A tall, prominate woman of poise and etiquette. A woman with brunette hair, who thrived on entertaining guests who visiting her city. And if you dared walked in not fitting to that aire, you were quickly scrutinized and unwlecomed. that was just the times she lived in.... maybe that's why I didn't receive the job, I had dress pants on, and a blouse.. that was unacceptable a woman not wear a beautiful dress in those days, lol.
Joan goldstein
8/5/2022 06:11:11 pm
I was born in 1946. I believe my parents vacationed there in the early 50s. I hav a picture of the pool , chairs Comments are closed.
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