by BoltonStboy » Wed Jul 28, 2010 8:35 am
I was stationed at Fort Monroe, on Old Point Comfort, when I came back from overseas, a loong time ago. Nixon was my boss, I tell folks. I was a trained killer for him.
Even then, there was talk of closing the place.
The Chamberlin is on post, facing the water, across the street from the command building. I worked inside that, so I saw it every day.
In those days, access to the fort and thus the hotel was easier than the current post 9-11 strictures. What used to be called "open post". The article mentions that as a cause for the hotels decline in recent years. I can just imagine a wedding party stopped at the gate showing their ID and insurance cards to some PFC, enroute to their reception. Metaphor, anyone?
The fort dates from prior to the civil war, and when I was there was the only moated active duty post in the U.S. Army. There is an actual moat, fed by the tides, around the inner part of the fort, which was walled. The casemates inside the walls, formerly used for cannon, were offices. Some of the old coast artillery positions along the waterfront were in use as offices, as well.
Two times a day they fired the old 75 MM pack howitzer (WWii vintage) on the wall to announce reveille or taking down the colors, with bugle calls. Nowadays its probably a recording, but then some band guy got to play it live over the loudspeaker. Sometimes they'd forget to shut off the mike, and you'd get impromtu riffing, follwed by embarassed silence.
It was also Continental Army Command H.Q., overseeing all the commands and armys within the continental U.S. I believe that H.Q. subsequently moved to Ft. Meade. Being enlisted, I walked around all day saluting the platoons of field grade officers who staffed the various directorates.
I went into the Chamberlin Hotel several times a week, to visit their gift shop/newsstand. I was trying to keep my grip on what was happening in the wider world by buying the New York Times, which they had, and the news magazines.As you can imagine, the level of intellectual discourse in my squad bay wasn't real high.
Several of my companions in arms patronized the barber shop, probably seeing the same guy mentioned in the article on the hotel. I was trying to avoid officers, so I stuck to the PX barber.
I had hair at the time.
It was comforting to go into someplace that wasn't painted instituitional green inside, and thronged by folks in khaki, green, or OG107, at least for a little while. It had a real ambiance and there was a sense of times past. I've always been a fan of both.
Google says the hotel is now being transformed into a 50+ community. I hope so, 'cause it's a neat old building.
As an aside, having spent the winter there, with the cold and the fog rolling in off the Virginia Capes, and the foghorn making its distinctive sound, I could appreciate that Edgar Allen Poe, who did a tour there, probably was affected by it. He was a Sgt Major, and besides yours truly, probably one of the most unlikely noncoms to serve in the U.S. Army.