Forest Inn Motor Court, Wilson, NC

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Forest Inn, Wilson, NC

Vintage postcard above borrowed from

I have no idea when the Forest Inn opened or closed, but according to a 1985 article in the Hendersonville Times-News, it was a brothel in the seventies and a church in the eighties. The remains of the slowly decaying motel are on Highway 301, just south of Wilson, NC. Some of the cabins are still standing, but many of them seem to be gone.

Forest Inn, Wilson, NC by Dean Jeffrey

The first time I photographed the sign, back in 2002, it looked like this:

Forest Inn Motor Court, Wilson, NC, 2002 by Dean Jeffrey

In 2010, the sign was still there but looked like it was starting to fall apart and slide down the pole.

Forest Inn, Wilson, NC by Dean Jeffrey

About a year later, on the last 4th of July, the sign looked like it had fallen even more. I expect it’ll soon completely collapse under its own weight.

Forest Inn Motor Court, Wilson, NC by Dean Jeffrey


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July 7, 2011 at 11:19 pm

Troy’s Motor Court aka Troy’s Camp aka Troy’s Tea Room, New Hill, NC

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Troy's Motor Court postcard

The vintage postcard above is a picture of Troy’s Motor Court, a wonderful example of the roadside motor courts built along US highways in the 1920s and 1930s. Today, most of the cabins and the gas station are still standing on old Route 1 in New Hill, NC.

I know very little about the place beyond three online sources that I’ve found and from which I quote below.

Here’s an article from the Raleigh News & Observer published in 1998:

Triangle history: Son preserves lore of travelers’ rest
By TREVA JONES, Staff Writer

NEW HILL — Time marched by Troy’s Motor Court on Old U.S. 1. Modern motels, with air conditioning and swimming pools, nudged out the motor courts that dotted main highways in the 1920s and ’30s, offering respite to travelers. And in 1964, when the new U.S. 64 was completed less than a mile from Troy’s, business dried up.

But some of Troy’s units still stand — and are even the focus of lore among local oldtimers. One story is that the outlaws Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow took a break from their legendary robberies there. “I heard they stayed up at one of the cabins at my mother’s,” said W. Troy Roundy Jr., whose parents started the motor court. “I heard that they spent a night there. I don’t know what year or anything.” Roundy is more sure about a visit from another celebrity. Babe Ruth, he said, “just stopped by” once to eat at the motor court’s restaurant, known as the tearoom.

Roundy wants to preserve what’s left of the antiquated motor court as well as the adjacent Farmers Supply store, which he still runs, because they represent his parents’ accomplishments. Two of the motor court cottages and the restaurant were razed years ago. But the house, the store — which was added to several times — and five cottages remain.

Roundy’s family moved in 1928 from Chatham County to New Hill, southwest of Cary. His father, W.T. Roundy Sr., built a store, a house, the motel and the restaurant. “I’ve heard him say that this was the only [motor court] between here and Henderson,” Roundy said. The facilities were simple: small, white wooden buildings with green trim, tiny porches in front and carports on the sides. A unit was one furnished room with a radiator for heat and a small bathroom in the back. The boiler house still stands in the yard. In summer’s heat, patrons cooled off by fanning with cardboard church fans.

Roundy said almost everyone thinks his own mother is the best cook, but he is convinced that his mother took that honor. She ran the tearoom. He remembers her fried chicken and sweet potato biscuits. When anybody wanted a chicken dinner, Ursule Roundy sent her young son to fetch a chicken. He had to catch the bird, wring its neck and hand it over to his mother. She took it from there. He also cut wood for the tearoom stove.

Roundy bought the store from his father about 1947 and later built his own house behind it. After his father died and the motel business dried up, his mother rented the units as apartments. They were closed years ago. When his mother died, Roundy bought his siblings’ part of the property. A while back, he had the units, which he uses for storage, reroofed. “I didn’t want everything to go to pot,” he said.

Troy's Cabin Camp aka Troy's Motor Court, New Hill, NC by Dean Jeffrey

Here’s an excerpt from a MySpace blog post:

Troy’s Motor Court in New Hill, NC

New Hill, an unincorporated town that sits at the corner of Old US 1 Hwy and New Hill Olive Chapel Road, is also located along a segment of the New Hope Valley Railway that ran between Durham and Bonsal. As my GPS told me I was rolling up on this location, all I saw were three vacant buildings sitting on as many of the 4 corners – all businesses that once were.

One of these locations appeared to be a gas station. There were old pumps out front complete with hoses and nozzles. The signs posted said the prices were $1.37 & $1.47 for regular and premium unleaded fuel, respectively. The building appeared to have a main store, and based on the size, perhaps a service garage to the side and around back. On the other side was what appeared to be an add-on to the main structure with a couple of sliding windows in the front that reminded me of a drive-up style restaurant. Along the back of the lot were a series of very small buildings, most with a single door and window with a very small covered porch. In between each building was what appeared to be a narrow garage with a low sloping roof.

I pulled my car onto the lot and got out with my camera. I was taking my first few shots when another car pulled up behind my own. I approached, thinking I was probably going to get thrown off the property for trespassing. It turned out to be the owner of the property and she was fine with me taking some photos of the property. The first thing she said to me through her rolled down car window was "Are you taking a few pictures for posterity's sake?"

We wound up having a brief, but interesting conversation about the property. She told me she was the grand-daughter of the original owner of the property and she became the owner of the property when her father left it to her upon his death. From what I gather, the store was closed at the time of her father's death. She told me that her grandfather built the main building by himself after he came back from military service. Some time later, her father went into the service to serve in World War II. Her grandfather told him that he would only pick up bad habits in the service, that he would come back drinking and smoking. Well, he served his time and when he came back, he took over the store. He did not take up drinking nor did he smoke. Her father made the decision, against her grandfather's advice, to not sell beer in this store. Her grandfather admonished that the store would never stay in business if he didn't sell beer. She proudly reported that he was able to keep the store open until he died – and he never sold beer.

She told me some other little anecdotes as well. She stated that the out buildings along the back of the property was built by hand, one at a time, by her father. He started at one end and just built them up in a line. At this time, US 1 Highway was the main thoroughfare that ran all the way to Florida and this property was known as a "motor lodge". The buildings were essentially hotels rooms and the cars were parked and locked in the garages in between. Since that time, termites have taken over the structures and they haven't been used in some time.

She then pointed to a metal building that houses the fuel pumps, known as the gas house. "In front of that building used to be the tea room. At one time, Babe Ruth, the famous baseball player stayed here and my Mamma served him quail right there in the tea room. He was so famous, they even named a candy bar after him." What a cool story! I wasn't sure what to say to something like that! I thanked her for her time and asked if it was okay to take some more photos of the grounds. She said that she was happy that someone was interested and gave me permission to do so.

At one point, I asked how long she thought she would be able to maintain these buildings. She stated that she felt she had at least 30 years left in her, and by the grace of God, the buildings would last at least that long too.

Troy's Cabin Camp aka Troy's Motor Court, New Hill, NC by Dean Jeffrey

And here’s an excerpt from a PDF of the record of a Western Wake Regional Wastewater Management Facilities Project Public Hearing held in 2009 in Apex, NC, where Loretta Roundy Young, the granddaughter of Troy Roundy, urged a consortium of nearby towns not to build a wastewater treatment plant in New Hill:

My name is Loretta Roundy Young and I live in Historic New Hill. I’ve struggled with how to convey in two minutes a sense of the history of New Hill and how it would be targeted by a sewage plant at Site 14, but I will try. New Hill has structures with a variety of architecture — Colonial, Tudor, Greek Revival, Bungalow, Queen Anne — two Gothic Revival churches and cemeteries, many farms over 100 years old with all the outbuildings still intact, a historic railroad from the 1860s, the Judd Bright Store built in the 1870s; Farmer Supply Store and Troy’s Motor Court built in 1928 by my grandfather, Troy Roundy. And it is true, Babe Ruth stopped at Troy’s on his way to spring training traveling down what is now historic Old US Highway 1.

I share this because, as Brent said, it is not just the buildings, but the people and events that make New Hill historic. My dad, W.T. Roundy, Jr., served his community by running a farmer supply store until his illness and death in 2002. I returned to New Hill with the hope of restoring the buildings and reopening the store and cafe. The threat of a sewage plant across the street has put those plans on hold. Preserving New Hill is not only important for the people that live here, it is important for people in neighboring areas, too. Not a week goes by that someone doesn’t share with me how much they love the beauty of the area, the little crossroads, or share a special memory of stopping at W.T.’s.

We all need history in our lives. We need to be able to glimpse back even while we’re progressing forward. One of Apex’s own design consultants called New Hill a gem in the rough and encouraged me to preserve it. So, finally, I urge Apex and the Partners to reconsider. Do not destroy one of the 25 assets of Wake County that could not be recreated. Do not put the sewage plant at Site 14.

Troy's Cabin Camp aka Troy's Motor Court, New Hill, NC by Dean Jeffrey

Above is a collection of postcards and photographs displayed in the window of what was once the Esso station on the property.

As of June 2011, construction on the wastewater treatment plant hasn’t begun, although there seems to have been a settlement reached with the residents of New Hill, allowing the project to proceed.

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June 8, 2011 at 2:43 am

Journey’s End Motel, Greensboro, NC

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Journey's End Motel, Greensboro, NC by Dean Jeffrey

When I moved to Greensboro in the early ’80s, the Journey’s End, at 2310 Battleground Avenue, was on the far northwestern edge of town. Back then, if you were driving into Greensboro on US 220, seeing the Journey’s End meant you were almost there. In later years, Greensboro continued to expand, to the point where its northwestern edge was way past the motel, but the Journey’s End remained a wonderfully maintained relic of the 1950s. The grounds were well kept, and the neon signs always worked. I remember a time in the ’90s when one of the neon arrow “enter” signs was hit by a car and heavily damaged. I figured it would just be taken down and scrapped, but it was almost immediately repaired and restored, looking just like it had 40 or so years ago.

Sadly, in 2000 the property owners decided a strip mall would be more profitable than a motel and demolished the Journey’s End.

Journey's End Motel, Greensboro, NC by Dean Jeffrey

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June 2, 2011 at 12:05 am

Styx River Water World, Loxley, AL

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In Dec. 2002, while on the way to Palestinian Gardens in Mississippi, my brother, my niece, and I stopped at the remains of Styx River Water World in Loxley, Alabama. As near as I can tell, the water park opened in 1977 and closed in 1993. By the time we got there, it had been heavily vandalized, with many of the fiberglass statues that littered the park having been tagged, knocked over, or worse. I took a few slides, and we went on our way.

Styx River Water World, Loxley, AL, 2002 by Dean Jeffrey

Styx River Water World, Loxley, AL, 2002 by Dean Jeffrey

Styx River Water World, Loxley, AL, 2002 by Dean Jeffrey

Styx River Water World, Loxley, AL, 2002 by Dean Jeffrey

Years later I posted those images on Flickr, where they continue to get almost daily hits, usually from search engines, where people are (I guess) trying to see if there’s anything on the internet about Styx River. I did a little poking around on my own and found that (besides the tip that I sent to Roadside America) there’s surprisingly little info out there. I found a couple other pictures, and an Excel doc from the Alabama Department of Environmental Management, showing elevated levels of coliform bacteria throughout the summer of 2001 (were they planning on reopening?) but that was about all.

There’s a Facebook group devoted to a 2009 employee reunion at the Loxley Civic Center, where I found this brochure page:

Water World Brochure

But after the 2009 reunion, that group seems to have gone dormant.

In 2010, I was back in that part of the states and revisited Styx River, coincidentally on the same day that the following post appeared on Roadside America:

Robertsdale, Alabama – Styx River Water World
Not worth stopping for. No visible statues and the area is totally overgrown. Bitter disappointment. [Corey, 12/21/2010]

I hadn’t seen the post before I left to go to Styx, but honestly, I wasn’t expecting to find anything. The ticket booth was still there, however, which had inexplicably somehow managed to survive. And for anyone willing to venture past the fence, there are a couple buildings and some other remnants that can be seen. Other than that, the weedy and overgrown parking lot is the only other trace of the water park.

Styx River Water World, Loxley, AL by Dean Jeffrey

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May 31, 2011 at 12:45 am

I have been FLIM-FLAM!

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“When does a error becomes a lie?”

In the late ’80s/early ’90s, I used to see this elaborately painted hearse on Broad Street in Durham, parked near where the Green Room and Watts Grocery are today. Evidently, the owner of the hearse felt he’d been screwed over in a court case when his wife and his lawyer conspired against him, and this was his protest/revenge. I haven’t seen it in years. Does anyone know anything more about this?

“How big is a 90 acre lie?” Hint: 90 acres.

“Is justice DEAD?”

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November 30, 2009 at 9:23 pm

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The New York Dolls in 1973

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Cover of Rock'n'Roll Hype magazine, Fall/Winter '74

The one and only time I ever saw the New York Dolls was at Lisner Auditorium at George Washington University in Washington, DC on Friday, Dec. 14, 1973. Some of my memories of shows in the ‘70s are pretty murky, but for this one, I remember the whole evening just as clear as it can be.

The opening act was some local band called Babe that played bar band boogie rock. They played. And played. And played. They finally stopped, and someone came on stage to say that the Dolls were there at the theater, but that their gear was stuck en route. So then Babe played some more.

What was going on was that this was the Dolls’ first gig in the US after a European tour, and while the Dolls were back in the US, their equipment wasn’t. This was the beginning of the mid-70s “energy crisis,” where we would wait in line for hours to buy gas, and lots of airline flights were routinely canceled because of the high cost of fuel. One of those canceled flights had the Dolls’ guitars, drums, and amps. (Years later, I met a woman who’d worked at the airport that night, and she told me that while their road manager was trying to figure out what was up with their gear, the Dolls were running around the airport, wearing little kid sunglasses, and generally terrorizing the regular airport clientele.)

Meanwhile, back at the theater, Bobby Liebling, lead singer for local heavy metal band Pentagram, arranged for the Dolls to use their equipment. (I can still clearly picture Jerry Nolan swinging away on a drum kit that said “Pentagram” across the bass drum head.)

So finally Frenchie, the Dolls’ “valet,” blew his whistle to signal the start of the show and the Dolls came on, hours late, and they were fantastic! David Johansen was wearing the exact same outfit that he would later wear on the back of Too Much Too Soon, including the denim jacket with Marilyn on the back. Sylvain Sylvain was full of energy and bouncing all over the place. Johnny Thunders, even after the long wait, was pretty spot on, although he fell off his platforms a few times. Poor Arthur Kane was kind of out of it, though. At one point, David made a big introduction to Arthur’s song “Private World,” calling Arthur “the Puerto Rican of the group” and mentioning how the position of his bass kept the girls from being able to fully appreciate his “basket.” Arthur started the dum dum dum, dum dum intro but didn’t realize that his bass had come unplugged. A roadie ran out and plugged him back in, and Arthur just kept playing, oblivious to what had just happened. Johnny and David kind of shrugged at each other and blasted into the song.

The set list featured most of the Dolls’ first album, along with much of the as-yet-unreleased second album, including “Chatterbox,” “Stranded in the Jungle,” “Mystery Girls,” and “Puss’n’Boots,” plus “Lone Star Queen” and “Give Her a Great Big Kiss.” Despite how late they were, and besides the fact that they were using borrowed equipment, they put on an incredible show. Definitely one of my top ten concert experiences of all time.

Two nights later, after driving through a mofo of a snowstorm, we saw Lou Reed at the Kennedy Center, but that’s another story…

A few years later, I found a copy of a local DC fanzine called Hype that had a review and photos from the concert, along with a review of the Lou Reed show as well.

Click > Hype 1974 for a PDF of the full 40-page magazine.

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November 26, 2009 at 6:14 pm

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