Experiences with the Greenbriar hotel.

In My Humble Opinion (IMHO)
#1

I saw my dad there when it was converted to an army hospital in the 80s or 90s, and then in the early 90s, when it had been transformed into a classy hotel. I remembered much. The open porch had been glassed in. The bare halls had been plushly carpeted, but it was still the old Greenbriar.

I id not know until recently about the bomb shelters built underground in the 50s and early 60s. They were designed to hold the U.S. Congress and other parts of t he government.

There was a diner in White Sulfur Springs that was the same in the 90s as in the 40s

#2

Cool Berdollos… where are you from? I am originally from that area… lived there for 25 years. The Greenbrier always attracts a lot of people, especially in the summer. They do tours of the bunker (bomb shelter) area now.

#3

The Greenbrier was an army hotel in the 80s or 90s? I think you may have the dates wrong. The hotel has been there in one form or anther since the 1700s and, while it did serve as a hospital during the 40s, I don’t believe that lasted up until the 80s. Unless, of course, I went to a New Year’s Eve dance at the Greenbrier in the mid-80s and didn’t notice all the sick people.

#4

Im not sure of exact dates but yea, the 80’s date is way off. They did have the bunker set up till more recent years but the hospital is long gone!

#5

I’m sorry. I meant to say it was an army hospital in the 1940s and was a posh hotel in the 80s. You are right, plnnr and Flippin, about the error.

I knew White Sulfur springs, Flippin, when I was two or three while my dad was in the army hopital. I remember scuting around on hospital carts and my dad giving me a little pottery he must have made in rehab. My mom and I lived in a small house, and I remember a train with smoke and horn sounds not far from where we lived. It was an old locomotive with cars. We then moved to Baltimore, where we lived in Dundalk, a working class suburb, where my dad was a doctor.

#6

I’m sorry. I meant to say it was an army hospital in the 1940s and was a posh hotel in the 80s. You are right, plnnr and Flippin, about the error.

I knew White Sulfur springs, Flippin, when I was two or three while my dad was in the army hopital. I remember scuting around on hospital carts and my dad giving me a little pottery he must have made in rehab. My mom and I lived in a small house, and I remember a train with smoke and horn sounds not far from where we lived. It was an old locomotive with cars. We then moved to Baltimore, where we lived in Dundalk, a working class suburb, where my dad was a doctor.