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Six-Toed Cats, a Studio and a $20,000 Swimming Pool: The Hemingway House

Good morning everyone!
One of the places we visited last week while we were at Key West was the Hemingway house.  Ernest Hemingway lived there with his wife Pauline for about 9 years in the 1930’s.  (All of the facts listed in here came from the tour guide.  I hope I am remembering them correctly.)  This is the approach to the house from the side.

Side wall of the Hemingway House Grounds

 We came to the house this way because parking is a premium in Key West, and we found a lot about four blocks away, just after the intersection of Whitehead and Southard Streets as you head towards the Atlantic ocean, where you could park all day for $20, and he would let you drive away and come back to the lot later in the day.   

Cat in the Ticket Booth

This friendly feline was helping to greet visitors in the ticket booth.  Ernest Hemingway liked cats, and was particularly fond of those cats who have a mutation that gives them six toes.  The more scientific name is a “polydactyl” cat.  He had somewhere between 40 and 60 living on the grounds at the house while he was there, and the people who take care of the house now keep the population also around 40 to 50 cats.  Interestingly, each cat’s birth is recorded, so each of the cats currently residing at the house has its own geneological record.  The cats are everywhere through the grounds and the house and the staff works hard to keep them happy, so the cats will stay there.  (This was the one spot in Key West where we didn’t see any roosters;  I wonder why?  🙂  The roosters may be ubiquitous in Key West, but apparently they are not stupid!) 

The European Chandelier

This chandelier came from Europe and includes Venetian glass.  Pauline shipped it from Europe to use as a centerpiece of the house, and apparently it was the talk of the town once it was installed.  The house was originally built by a doctor, who paid to have the limestone coral base rock excavated to provide the only full basement in the city of Key West.  It sits on a full acre of land, which also makes it one of, if not the, largest homesteads in Key West.

Frances, the Cat, Asleep in the Master Bedroom

In the master bedroom, our tour group found Frances the cat comfortably curled up on the pillows at the top of the bed.  Yes, Frances really is her name; our tour guide told us that she was the least interactive among all of the cats at the house.  Laying there asleep in the master bedroom is as close as she gets to interaction.     

Books that Belonged to Hemingway

The upstairs hallway, although a little narrow, is lined with bookshelves on one side.  These books are not necessarily the ones that were in the house when Ernest Hemingway lived there, but they are books he owned and used or books given to him as gifts.  He had an estate in Cuba after he left Key West around 1939, and he kept most of his books there.  Unfortunately, the estate was confiscated by Castro after the Bay of Pigs invasion.   

The View from the Upper Veranda

 There is a huge veranda that wraps around the outside of the house on the second floor.  Mark took this picture for me.  On the front side of the veranda, you get a wonderful view of the Key West lighthouse through the branches of the African Tulip Tree on the house grounds.  The African Tulip Tree, as you might tell from the name, is not native to the Keys, and in the city of Key West they are rare.  The flowers on it are striking.

Ernest Hemingway’s Writing Studio
Behind the house is what used to be a coach house and barn.  When the Hemingways moved into the house, they converted the top floor into a writer’s studio, the first one Ernest Hemingway had.  He was a very disciplined writer, and would go out there every morning to write. 
Ernest Hemingway’s typewriter in the studio
I just had to take a close-up picture of the typewriter in the studio that he used to write on.  From a writing standpoint, I felt that I was standing on hallowed ground and I admit I was hoping that somehow wafts of inspiration and writing talent would descend upon me while I was standing there.   The most important thing I learned from the tour was simply to write every day.  Period.  Of course, it helps to have something to say, too! 

Lounging in the Writer's Studio

 One of the cats had found its way into the writer’s studio (human visitors can only view the studio through a piece of clear plastic, but the estate owners left an opening large enough in the bottom of the barrier for the cats to get in.)  He or she looked quite comfortable.

One of the Cat Feeding Areas

The estate has several areas where food is put out for the cats, and this was one of them.  It is between the house, and the writer’s studio and pool.  None of the cats were around it at the time we were there, but I am sure it is a frequent haunt of theirs!

Finally, since I was there as a tourist, and not thinking about blogging at the moment, I neglected to take a picture of the pool, but it is a beautiful salt water pool put on the grounds by Pauline.  It cost $20,000 to build in the 1930’s.  The dollar equivalent today I cannot even begin to calculate.  The reason it was so expensive is the hard coral bedrock of the island.  It took an extraordinary amount of manpower to excavate the bedrock out in order to put the pool in.  According to the tour guide, Pauline put to pool in while Ernest Hemingway was off on a trip somewhere.  When he came back, he tossed a penny in the pool, telling her that she might as well have his last cent, too.  She took it with good grace, given that it was her family’s money that paid for the pool, but kept the penny.  The same penny now is covered by plexiglass on the pool deck. 

Now a confession – I really can’t remember much about Hemingway’s writing, since I haven’t read anything of his since high school.  I do remember he had a spare writing style that let a few words do a lot of work.  However, my curiosity was piqued, so after we got back from Key West I hopped onto my trusty Kindle and downloaded two of his books that I hope to get to read sometime soon.  I really, really enjoy my Kindle, but that is a topic for another day!

Have a great weekend everyone!


My Unintended Exercise

We spent this weekend with our friends in Augusta, and in the process I managed to get quite a workout.   Our friends/cousins have a little girl also, and the two girls love to play with each other.  They also have a 19 year old cat named Muffin.  Poor Muffin was soundly harassed by the two girls, who wanted to pick her up and play with her and love on her, all while they were shrieking at the top of their lungs, until all parents finally managed to be firm enough to get across the idea that the cat had to be LEFT ALONE!  It took a few hours to get the message across, and I expect on Monday Muffin will be hiding somewhere trying to recover from a nervous breakdown

Our friends also have a dog named Sadie, who is a beautiful little black and white dog that reminds me of a border collie, only smaller.  I went to let Sadie out of the pen to go into the house, and instead she rocketed out of her pen, took a hard left instead of going straight, and ran down one of the tallest hills I have ever seen.  My friend had to stay with the girls, so I took off after Sadie.  With the help of some friendly neighbors, I followed the trail of the dog down the hill, then with the help of another neighbor across the street at the bottom of the hill, I managed to recapture the dog.  Of course, going down was a lot easier than going back up, and this time I had the dog to haul with me also.  I have tried since to guess how far up I had to climb, and I think it is the equivalent of an eight story building stretched out over about a quarter mile.  I managed to recross the street while I was carrying the dog, but then I had to stop and rest for a minute at which time the first set of neighbors who had helped me track the dog came out and offered the use of a leash, which was very gratefully accepted.  The dog thought it was a great adventure and felt like she bonded with me through the experience.  I thought it was an awfully big hill to have to climb down and back up again, but at least the dog was okay!