S: The Throwing of This Ink
BC: Never to be forgotten: Dr. and Mrs. Harry B. Frederick | Created with love by your child Marlyn's child, Libbie Marlette
FC: The Throwing of This Ink Mission Inn 1924 & 2011
1: On October 8, 1924 Harry and Mae Frederick arrived at the Mission Inn in Riverside, CA in response to an advertisement claiming it to be the perfect honeymoon destination. While staying there, Harry and Mae each wrote letters describing the Inn and their response to it.
2: Mae | Mae's Mom Libbie
3: Harry and his mother Amanda Bailey Frederick
4: Harry and Mae lived on Washington Street, Shelby Street, and finally on Columbus Avenue in Sandusky, Ohio. | Harry and Mae had two children, Marlyn Mae and Harry, Jr.
5: Mae and Harry wrote 14 pages describing the Inn on Mission Inn stationery.
6: "Mae just told me she was feeling the writing spell coming on so she should not be disturbed while she is in the mood. She is off and our children and children's children will no doubt be able to read a wonderful description of the Mission Inn many years from this date found among the great masterpieces of great men and women of our century." ~Harry
7: "The main object of the throwing of this ink is to describe this Mission Inn as we have not seen the awe of it as yet. So wonderful is it all, one should have a spell if such is possible and while the all and all is fresh in your mind it should be placed on paper. | Mae so freely took advantage and brought enough Inn stationery to write the history in each detail-past, present, future and a good idea what will become of the place if Coolidge is elected or if the country is voted wet again." ~Harry
8: "The Mission Inn situated here in Riverside, Cal. was one of the many goals of our trip. In fact, we were advised to come here on our honeymoon long before we were married and making our marriage almost a necessity in order to see it. When we neared this place my heart nearly jumped out of my body with expectation and anticipation. Mission Inn was here the acme for Honeymooners." ~Harry's letter
9: "Your approach to the main lobby is down a long, flat, stoned uneven walk. Your entrance gives you just a faint idea of the quaintness of the place. To the right and left of you is one long room, filled with queer old chairs, old tables, old pictures, old tapestries, and old rugs with here and there a big brick fireplace with a cheery and inviting blaze of logs." ~Mae's letter
10: "I drew a corner room, double in price as well as bed, but I want to say right here that Mae as good as she is at description will never say at all if she runs the room rent up to five hundred dollars and the spell lasts every minute. . .I would never try to describe the queerness, quaintness, or quietness of that hall. We halted at our corner room 194." ~Harry's letter
11: The bellboy put his thumb on this huge brass latch, opened and we entered. This door swung back, heavy and massive. ~Harry
12: "At last we reached our room and as the heavy wooden door swung back, we stood in amazed silence. A large room with big flat-stoned floors of deep red color, and rough beamed ceiling. A big four-posted bed, and matching dresser. Lovely rugs soften the appearance of the stone floor. | We have a little balcony that leads out from these big French windows. You can see the lights of the city street cars of this modern age, but who wants to when you can pull the long curtains closed and imagine you're in an old Spanish castle with the most wonderful knight of the Queen's Court at your side." ~Mae
13: "This room's description would be incomplete without telling of the small nook designed for the writing desk. Where the corner should be in this room, the construction of the outer part of the wall made it possible to allow just enough space for one to stand easily by dropping the floor a little in width just enough to place a desk, small stool, and bulb overhead. There in this small nook is where Mae was seated as she wrote her bit."~Harry
14: "Imagine having a chapel instead of a cab | "Imagine having a chapel instead of a cabaret in a hotel. As we entered this small sanctuary, the lights were out and soft, church-like music floated out to meet us. Rows and rows of chairs, not pews: big chairs, small chairs, and velvet and plush. The spell of the place and music settled over us. Unconsciously you seemed to breathe a prayer." ~Mae
15: "A long low flight of stairs led to three large sacred stained glass windows that were illuminated. To the left, the rough walls were hung with portraits of dead padres and many tapestries. And there in another niche, hung in red velvet and guarded by iron grill work, hung crosses of every size gathered from all parts of the world. Above this a small balcony went along the side wall. A man in a blue velvet gown played that wonderful sweet music that made you forget all frivolity and let you experience the solemnity of God." ~Mae
16: Curios from centuries ago fill the room. Not a modern thing in it, not even a chair of this age. Old bells and Bibles, old chapel images, everything aged and brought from some mission of the old world to be put in this mission right in the heart of the new world. ~Mae
17: "To write this as I really feel, I should be sitting here in a loose flowing gown, long sleeves, tunic, sandals, and my hair in long braids. Instead, here I am, a very modern young woman in a modern dinner dress with shingle-bobbed hair." | "It's almost a sacrilege to even breathe the word modernism in such an ancient atmosphere as this. Almost everything here, even the building itself, seems to date back to the sixteenth century." ~Mae's letter
18: Our kids sent Terry and I to see the Mission Inn ourselves for our 60th birthdays in August, 2011. We truly were in awe of its beauty and history.