Swimming Pools and Lifeguards

Oakton had two swimming pools, one inside, and one outside so swimming was a year-round affair. By house rules a lifeguard needed to be on duty when the pools were open. The job a life guard was not hard. The work was fairly easy, the scenery was fantastic, and if you worked the outdoor pool by the end of the summer you had a dynamite tan. One perk for the lifeguard was the “Whistle”. Whenever you saw someone breaking the rules, like running, you could blow your whistle, and reprimand the violator regardless of their age. A lot of power for a sixteen year old.

Now to be a Lifeguard there was a certification process you had to go through. I can’t remember what organization did this, but I think it was the Red Cross. An assistant lifeguard need only to have training (if any) from the head lifeguard, and the approval of the management.

Indoor pool

Oakton had an indoor pool ever since it was built. In its day it was one of the best pools if not the only pool in the area. It went from three feet at one end to eight at the other with a diving board. One of the challenges for kids, and some adults was to jump on the diving board, and touch the ceiling. If the lifeguard on duty saw this you got a whistle, and a warning not to do it again. The columns that rose to the ceiling were decorated to look like palm trees, and there were chaise lounge chairs on either side. Above there were sunlamps so you could actually get a tan in January, and on the west side of the pool were removable doors that opened into a screened in patio for summer use. On the south side and the east side of the pool was the men’s and women’s changing rooms. Also in these areas was where the masseuse’s had their rooms. Getting a message was a luxury. The men’s masseuse was Floyd J along with his sons, the women’s masseuse was Loraine P. I remember talking to Floyd who was one of the most religious, and nicest person I ever knew. In the early days, Oakton had mud baths, which was a big thing in those days but they were abandoned sometime in the 50’s.

Whenever it was possible Oakton management would allow local groups like the Boy and Girl Scouts to use the pool as long as they provided their own lifeguards. In the later years 65 to 67 a local Scuba Dive shop made an agreement with Oakton to provide lifeguards at all times during the winter, and in return they could use the pool during the evenings for training.

 

Outdoor Pool

In the early 60’s an outdoor pool was built. At the time it was the largest outdoor pool in the area. The shallow end was 3.5 feet deep, the deep end was 8.5 feet, and it had a 1 meter diving board. The best way I can explain the shape of the pool is it was a rectangle, and at the shallow end for a short distance of about four feet it had a 45 degree turn. There was a rope with floats separating the deep end from the shallow end, and on one side a lifeguard stand which was about eight feet tall. The whole area was fenced in with concrete patios all around, and chaise lounge chairs on both sides. As you walked into the pool area there was a large towel box where you got towels, and dropped them off as you left. On the side of the towel box was a stand for the PA system, and the phone. The guards would put a rubber band around the press to talk on the mic so they could hear the phone when it rang. That led to putting a radio next to the mic, and playing Milwaukee’s top 40 station WOKY. I’m sure the parents didn’t care for the music, but if it kept the kids happy they put up with it. Just before the pool was a 10’ round kiddy pool that was only 2’ deep at the center. As the day wore on the water temperature in the kiddy pool got pretty warm. This plus the fact that there were small children using the pool meant the water was changed every day. I’m sure you know why. Just to the right of the kiddy pool was the pump and filter building with men’s and women’s bath and changing rooms. The lighting in the changing rooms was not real good, and when you came in from the bright sun light it took a little time before your eyes adjusted. This led to some practical jokes by kids that had been in the room for a while.

 

When it was first opened the bottom was like sand paper, and many of the kids that spent lots of time in the shallow end would get sores on their feet to the point of bleeding. The pool was closed, drained, and the bottom sanded.

There were two head lifeguards that stand out in my memory, and they couldn’t have been more different. Casey who was an older gentleman and Tom Post a college student from Louisville. Casey was from Florida, and for the few years he worked at Oakton he would drive his Cadillac to Wisconsin for the summer. He was only 5’ 6” tall, age was over 55, and had a barrel chest with a tan most women would die for. Despite his age I think Casey could have taken any of the younger lifeguards in an arm wrestling contest. Casey was also an amateur magician. He would do tricks for the guests at poolside, and was pretty good at it. He is why I got interested in sleight of hand, and card tricks. Over the years I got pretty good also. Casey would never tell me how a trick was done, but if I figured it out he would tell me if I was right. I worked for Casey one summer. He was a stern boss, and whatever duties he would assign you he expected them to be done right or you would do them over. One of his pet peeves was cigarette butts on the concrete around the pool. Every morning the first thing to do was wash the butts from around the pool. Sweeping didn’t cut it, only a hose wash was acceptable. It took longer, but look better. Casey had a little bit of a jokester in him. I remember once he told an assistant lifeguard to get a rock that someone had thrown in the pool. Now. There are two things you need to know. One, without goggles when you look underwater everything is blurry. Second, contrary to the movie Caddyshack, poop usually doesn’t float. I think you know what happened.

Tom Post was the next lifeguard I remember. I’m pretty sure he started in 1965, and went to 1967 working only the summers. Tom was from Lexington, and a student at the University of Kentucky. He was a big Kentucky Derby fan, and I remember him telling me how much fun it was to attend. Like Casey, Tom always wanted the pool area to be clean, and looking good which meant making sure the lounge chairs were in line and clean when the pool opened. I wish I had gotten to know Tom better, but from what I can remember he was one of the smartest people I ever knew. Tom drove a Triumph TR3 which only recently I was reminded of. He told me once that when he could afford it he wanted to get an Avanti. I thought the looks of the Avanti were kind of weird, but Tom said engineering wise it was ahead of the times. I recently reconnected with Tom. He did graduate from Kentucky with a mathematics degree. He went on to get a law degree, and later a Masters of law, both from the University of Miami. He set up his law practice in Miami, and is married. He has a daughter who is a doctor, and a son who is a lawyer in Boston.

One of the past times for teenage boys, was to hang out in the deep end of the pool with goggles, and watch the girls and women dive off the diving board, hoping for a swimming suit failure, which happened more often than you would think. I’m just guessing though.

There was a click of kids that hung together on off days, and after work. They would water ski and swim in Pewaukee Lake till the sun went down, and then have some beers. Most of them were too young to buy beer so the older kids would get it. I have to say that most of them really never overindulged because they feared the consequences of parents, and losing their jobs. I’m also pretty sure that the only reason I was included was because my mother was the assistant manager of Oakton, and by including me I would keep my mouth shut. They were right.

Busboys

 

The one busboy I knew the best was me. Ever since I could work, I had a job at Oakton. Maintenance (grass cutting), stock room, lifeguard, and busboy. The most glamorous job I had was a lifeguard. Well, an assistant lifeguard was the correct title. It wasn’t hard work and had quite a few perks as you can imagine, but the pay was minimal. So I asked my parents where I could work and make the most money. The answer was a busboy.

Oakton was an American plan resort which meant the meals were included in the room rate. When guests checked in they were assigned a table in the dining room which was for not only for meals but the floor shows. The more expensive the room, the closer to ringside you would be. Returning guest could make requests for specific rooms and waiters or waitress. Guests were told to make reservations as far in advance as they could, and management would try to accommodate these requests.

The dining room was the largest room at Oakton. The entrance to the dining room and bar was right off the lobby with the bar located off to the side. There was a half wall and curtains between the bar and dining room so the bar could be segregated from the dining room but opened for the floor shows. On the far end of the dining room were the bandstand and stage. The stage was only two feet tall and was on wheels, so it could be pushed under the bandstand allowing for tables for meals and pulled out for shows.

The dining room was broken into waitress stations. One waitress and one busboy covering 8 to 10 tables. The senior waitresses and waiters were given the best stations in relationship to the expensive rooms and proximity to ringside, which meant better tips. A waitress, waiter, and busboy in the best stations would at least double or triple their salary in tips.

Busboys were assigned to a waitress station by the Maître D. There was a lot of thought given to this. Serving the guest’s needs in a timely and professional way was the objective, so even the waitress had some input into the choice of busboy as it could affect her tips.

A busboys duties were fairly simple. Help the waitress set up tables for the meals, make sure the guest’s water glasses were full, put butter on the butter plate as needed, carry the food trays from the kitchen to the tray stand, remove dishes after every course, and clean up the tables after the meal.

Because my father was the Maître D and Catering manager, you would think nepotism came into play. Not so. I was assigned to a rookie waitress in what was called the cheap seats. It did bruise my ego, but even in the cheap seats, I made more money than any of the other jobs I had.

I worked hard and as the summer progressed and other busboys quit I was moved to the main dining room, and by the end of summer was covering the third best station. Tips were great, and the waitress taught me a lot. She said looks were important so wear a clean shirt for every meal. When you were sixteen having 8 to 10 clean white shirts was not going to happen. So many of the busboys wore soiled shirts. Now, as a kid growing up at Oakton, I knew most of the people that worked there. The laundry lady told me that there was a supply of busboy jackets in storage. Over the years busboys moved away from using them. I think it was for comfort as the jackets were heavy cloth and pressed and starched. They had removable brass buttons with standup collars and pockets trimmed with a maroon color strip. The best part was the laundry would wash and press the jackets for you. So one day in late August I downed a busboy jacket and was immediately complemented by the waitress and guests in my station. It wasn’t long until other busboys started wearing a jacket also. I never really kept track of tips, but I’m pretty sure they went up after I started wearing a jacket. I even went one step further and printed my name on the jacket. Wasn’t long and the guests started calling me by name. I know this had an effect on my tips. It was the second most important thing I learned. Get to be friends with your guests but at arm’s length. The first rule applied to all employees. The guest is always right.

Oakton was year round resort but in the later years mid to late 60’s it would shut down after the summer but open for the holidays. Because most of the older busboys were in school, it gave me an opportunity to work in the top two stations with Lydia and Eleanor, the two best waitress’s at Oakton and longtime employees. Lydia had been there twenty years and Eleanor fifteen years. Guests were always asking to be seated in their stations. The tips were, to say the least, awesome and the guests were very friendly as long as the service was good, and Lydia and Eleanor made sure I pulled my weight. Come the next summer I was able to start in these stations and made the most money I had ever made.

I always tell a story so here it is. At the end of the meals after all the dishes had been removed the busboy would put the napkins in the center of the table and fold up the tablecloth into a bundle. This was then put down the linen chute. While I was working the cheap seats one evening right after I had finished clearing all the table cloths and putting them down the chute, a guest that was in my station, we’ll call him Mr. Doe, came up to me and said I had mistakenly wrapped his wife’s purse in the linen. I said I hadn’t, but he grabbed by my shirt collar and pushed me up against a wall and continued the holler at me. The night cocktail waitress stepped in and somewhat defused the situation. I was sure I hadn’t done this, but I decided to go down where the linen chute ended and opened all the bundles looking for the purse. This took me about an hour, and I did not find the purse. I went back to the dining room, and by now the floor show had started. The dining rooms lights were turned down, and the only employees on the floor were the night cocktail waitresses. I asked the cocktail waitress covering Mr. Doe’s table if I could walk over and inform him I hadn’t found it. That’s when she said his wife had left her purse on the dining room chair after dinner and someone turned it in to lost and found where it was returned to her. The Doe’s had three more days on their stay. For that entire time, not a word was said about the incident. Come check out I got my tip envelope from Mr. Doe. It was a crisp $20 bill. That’s like $150 nowadays. I guess it was his way of apologizing though he didn’t say that. The family came back again later that summer, but I had been moved to another station. He did call me over to his table for some small talk and even joked about the incident. During that week we talked a few more times, and he finally did apologize. It made me feel good, and the lesson learned was, don’t lose your cool even if others are.

Butch

Desk Clerks

Working as a Desk Clerk was one of the least glamorous jobs at Oakton. While you were always in direct contact with the guests there was no expectation of tips or any guidelines for tipping as with the waitress, waiters, busboys and maids. However, the integrity and honesty of a desk clerk was of great importance. Because they were the first to interact with guests and would handle money on an hourly basis, it made the hiring of a desk clerk somewhat harder. Most of the desk clerks were hired by the assistant manager. She needed to evaluate them by their application, their interview, and any references. The reference in those days carried a lot of weight. People would not give you a good reference if you didn’t deserve it. Most desk clerks were older than most other employees and many times were related to other employees.

There were three shifts of desk clerks. Day shift, night shift, and night clerk / auditor. The day shift was the busiest. They would check guests in and out, handle the switchboard, hand out the sporting equipment, sell miscellaneous merchandise (mainly expensive Cuban cigars) and generally handle any guest requests or problems. Sometimes the bell hops would help, but only with small tasks and could not handle money.

The night shift had it a little easier but had to contend with the after dinner rush for cigars and guests that had too much to drink during the floor show. This is where a good sized bellhop came in handy for intimidation. I don’t think there ever was a fight but I do know some pushing and shoving took place.

The night clerk/auditor had the least interaction with guests. They also were the most intelligent as they were responsible for the posting of charges to the room folio. It was almost a thankless job as they had to be accurate but basically, sight unseen. It was also why they were paid the best.

Over the years I came to know quite a few desk clerks but my favorite was Sue E. She was a very attractive long-haired blonde and had that girl next door look, with a friendly personality. She worked mainly on the night shift and was four years older than me, but I never viewed her as a girl I would date. I always thought of her as an older sister and as time went on a friend and a confidant. I think it was also because she was mature for her age.

Ernie P. was my next most memorable desk clerk. I think he was more like a manager of clerks but still worked shifts. Ernie was a crotchety old guy and had a clubbed foot. He wore a special shoe and walked with a cane. Many a bellhop felt the wrath of that cane. He wielded it like a sword and usually never missed. Ernie was a well-traveled man. He attended the World’s Fair in 1900 in Paris and toured Europe as well as America. He never married and I don’t know how he ended up at Oakton other than he knew the GM.

I remember an incident one summer that had Sue very upset for about a month. I think it was a check out day and more than the usual number of guests checked out late on Sue’s shift. Again, remember the times. There were no credit cards, and unless the management knew you, cash was the only form of payment to settle your bill. So the cash in the register was much higher than normal. At the end of her shift, Sue was around $50 short. There were numerous recounts but to no avail. There was money missing. The clerks worked for the Assistant Manager. She went through all the receipts with a fine tooth comb and started a round of interrogations of anyone who had access to the desk area but came up without a suspect. The police were not called because matters of this nature were handled internally. I think because of our friendship and her fondness for the Assistant Manager Sue almost became physically sick. You see the Assistant Manager was my mother. I know that my mother never thought for one minute Sue had taken the money and that something else had happened.

Desk Clerks were responsible for checking out and in gaming equipment like shuffleboard, ping pong, pool cues etc. which were stored in the back of the front desk out of sight. So about a month later while getting some equipment out Sue found a cloth bank bag with exactly the amount money missing stuffed up and behind some equipment. As it turned out Ernie, who would cover for the clerks during their lunch, looked in the cash register and decided there was too much cash so removed some and put it in the back. Ernie said he just forgot that he had done that. I remember Sue was so relieved. She said it was like having a month long headache stop all at once.

There were many other desk clerks I remember but have lost contact with them over the years. I hope some see this article and add content.

Bellhops

Bellhops

The main entrance to Oakton was on the south side of the hotel. The original entrance when Oakton was built in the 1920’s was on the north side but was moved sometime in the 1930’s when the lobby was changed to the south side. The driveway had a porte-cochere where the guests would drive up and enter the lobby to register. The lobby was one of the largest rooms in the hotel. The front desk was to the right. The counter was “U” shape with the telephone switchboard on the right and a glass display case with very expensive cigars facing the front. The bell hop station was just on the other side of the switchboard and had two bar stools for the bellhops to sit. Sitting on top of the switchboard was the bellhop call bell. When the bell was hit by the desk clerk they would also say “front”. If the bell hop was within hearing distance he was expected to come at once. Not coming right away usually got the bellhop a tongue lashing and in some cases reported to the Assistant Manager (my mom). Towards the back of the front desk was the key and mail slots for all the rooms. There was a back room that guests could not see where storage for sports equipment like volleyball, shuffleboard, tennis and bad mitten equipment was kept. This was also where bellhops would do shoe shining. I learned what and how to do a spit shine from the bellhops. Turns out you actually did use spit.

There were two shifts of Bellhops. Day and night. While the duties for both shifts were similar, they did differ in many ways. The day shift would drive the Oakton van and pick up other employees and bring them to work. They would also stop at the Pewaukee post office and get the mail. The main duty of the first shift was to take guests luggage to their rooms and park their cars during check in and reverse the process for check out. Now this doesn’t sound too hard of a job base on the luggage and the way we pack luggage today. But remember the times. Dinners were a formal matter. A typical guest stay was 5 to 6 nights. Ladies could not be seen in the same dress twice, so there usually were four to five bags. Now, add in a couple of teenage girls, day outfits, and swimming suit and you could easily get to six to seven bags.

On the days of check in and check out there always at least two or three Bellhops working. The driving issue was tips. A good Bellhop always made more in tips than his salary. This also led to some competition between the Bellhops. If a family pulled up in a Chevy Impala or a Ford Galaxy there was not a big rush to get there. However, if they were driving a Lincoln or Cadillac there was a race to see who could get there first. In addition to the check in and check out duties they had some menial duties like, make sure the restrooms had toilet paper. Clean the cigarette ashes from the ashtrays, track down guests and management employees for phone calls and basically do whatever the desk clerk said.

The night shift bellhops had it a little easier work load, but the tips were not as much. They would make the evening run to Waukesha and pick up the Chicago papers and drop off employees at their homes. They did have one nice perk. They would run the spotlight for the floor show. Now this could be a good thing or an avenue to an ass chewing if they screwed up. This also meant they would have to work with the entertainers in the afternoon to rehearse the floor show, which made for a long day. Most of the performers were a pleasure to work with but there was always that one that everyone hated. The GM usually acted as a master of ceremonies for the floor show. On some nights he would leave before the last act was over and the cocktail waitress would sneak a drink to the bellhop disguised as a coke or 7up. Nice perk.

The one bellhop I remember the most was Dale S. He came to Oakton as a young man and for some reason, my mother took a liking to him. He was 6’ 3” tall, dark blonde hair and built like a Green Packer linebacker. As time went on Dale was promoted to a number of positions I think ending as the head of maintenance. Dale was a very energetic person always willing to go the extra mile to get the job done. We became good friends and would go water skiing when we could. I think Dale had done some skiing with the Tommy Bartlett ski show in the Wisconsin Dells. He was one of the best skiers I ever knew. Time went on and Dale and I stayed friends even after Oakton burned down. I fell in love and asked Dale to be my best man. He accepted but not long after my wedding we grew apart. I always regretted losing touch with him.

Next one I remember was John Doe (not his real name). John had jet black hair and used Brill Cream to comb it back. He was as I remember tall, a little skinny and reasonability hansom. John was also very outspoken and stood out in a crowd. Dale and John were roommates for a while. They would pal around together, worked on their cars, date chicks and made a monthly trip to Marty Zivkos a teen bar in Hartford, WI. The band to see was El Ray and the Night Beats, which is still around 60 years later. I could write a book on John. He had an artist’s talent that my mom said went to waste by working as a bellhop. I remember thinking John had more talent in his little finger than most people had in their whole body. John was especially good at Hot Rod cartoons with the crazy guy hanging out of a Bucket T Ford with huge slicks and a four-speed shifter five feet tall. Dale and John were pranksters but their pranks always in good taste and just shy of getting into trouble. The one prank that every new desk clerk and bellhop fell for was the switchboard shock. The victim was told in order to test the outgoing call cable they had to hold the end of a cable really tight and then press the ring button. I not sure how much voltage there was but is was enough to get a real rise of the victim.

There were many others that I remember but have lost total track of. I hope they see this article and add some of their stories.

Ranch Night

A little background first.

Oakton Manor was an American plan hotel, which meant all meals were included in your room rate. The dinners were a formal affair. Men wore coats and ties, ladies wore dresses. Children were given some leeway, but at age 10 to 12 they were expected to wear formal clothes. Guests were assigned a table for their entire stay. The tables were arranged into waitress stations and to the proximity of the floorshow stage. The more expensive the room, the closer to ringside you were.

Monday night was Ranch Night. The theme was Western, and casual attire was acceptable. Waitresses would wear cowgirl outfits and busboys would wear casual clothes, usually just a western style shirt. The dining room was arranged in to one large “U” shaped table with smaller tables to the outside. There was no assigned seating and the guests could sit wherever they wanted.

The menu was simple – fried chicken, French fries, coleslaw, rolls and mixed vegetables. This was served family style. The chicken was better than anything that KFC ever made. The recipe was kind of a secret invented by the head chef, Jerry Sugrue, which included a special way to prepare the chicken. It was an all you can eat meal and chicken was always piping hot. Jerry insisted on that!

Dinner ended with a very special desert. Baked Alaska made by the head baker, Doris Sugrue, who also was Jerry’s wife. The house lights were turned down. Jerry was introduced and he proceeded to a table at the head of the dining room. He wore a traditional chef’s uniform with the tall head chef’s hat. Then the waitresses would enter the dining room from the kitchen, each caring a baked Alaska with sparklers on it. They would walk around the tables ending at the head table, where Jerry, using a very large knife, would cut it up and the waitresses would serve a piece to each guest. Seconds were okay to ask for. It didn’t get any better than that!

The highlight of the evening was a performance of a local square dance group. For the life of me, I can’t remember their name. They would set up black lights around the stage and turn the house lights down. The men had florescent strips on their shirts and pants. The ladies had fluorescent strips on their dresses and blouses and their petticoats would fluoresce when they did a twirling move. It was really cool to watch them dance, and a pleasure to watch the precision of the dancers move in sync with the caller. What a wonderful show.

Well, time came for the guests to get involved. After the show, volunteers from the audience, sometimes reluctantly, would join the dancers on the floor for a lesson in square dancing. That’s where you learned to “bow to your partner”, “bow to your corner”, and “promenade two by two”. This was one of the few activities that adults and children would do together during their vacation. It was fun.

The night ended relative early compared to a full floor show night. So sometimes, depending on the weather they would open the pool for a midnight swim.

All in all it was my favorite night.

 

Butch

A true story of love

In 1955, my parents started to work at Oakton Manor year round. Until then, they would work there in the summer and in Miami in the winter. I was 5, and from what people tell me, a spoiled brat. But this story is not about me. It’s about a cook named Eddie Snyder and his love interest in a waitress named Avis Price.

I never knew a lot about Eddie, other than I think he was in the Navy during WWII. He was one of the mildest mannered people I ever knew. Eddie worked for my dad as the breakfast and lunch cook, and on special occasions, he also was given the dinner shift. Avis worked as a waitress for my mom for the breakfast, lunch and dinner shifts. She was a very good looking lady and well-liked by the guests.

In 1947, Avis was in the middle of a divorce from her husband who had deserted her and her four children in 1944. She was dating a man, Omar Crabtree, who worked at Oakton Manor as a dishwasher. Crabtree was smitten with Avis and had taken her to meet his family on a number of occasions. Avis had feelings for Omar, but not to the same extent. Eddie was working as a cook and took interest in Avis. He finally got enough courage and asked Avis to go to a movie with him and have drinks afterwards. Avis accepted.

Omar found out about the date and was furious. Omar was an ex-policeman from Kentucky and owned a 32 caliber pistol and he made plans to use it. Eddie and Avis got a ride to the movie house from some friends. The plan was for all to meet for drinks after the movie. The other couple waited for about two hours after the movie ended, but Eddie and Avis didn’t show so they left. They had gone somewhere else apparently to be alone. They showed up at the taxi company around 1:00 am and hired a cab to drive them home.

Omar had been waiting at Avis’s house for quite a while. When the cab pulled up, Avis saw Omar’s car in her driveway. She got out and approached the car. Omar jumped out and fired all of his rounds at Eddie in the cab. Eddie ducked and was not hit. Omar then jumped into the back seat of the cab and started to beat up Eddie. Avis tried to get Omar off of Eddie, at which time Eddie got the gun away from Omar and threw it into a snowbank. He finally got loose from Omar’s grasp and ran back to his dorm at Oakton Manor, which was quite a distance away. Omar tried to talk with Avis but she went into the house and would not talk to him, so he went home.

All went to bed, but no one bother to see why the cab had not left the scene. The driver, Robert Shanklin, was slumped over the steering wheel with a gunshot to the temple. He had died immediately. Eddie could not sleep and when his roommate came home, he told him the story. The police were called and subsequently found Shanklin in his cab.

Eddie, Avis and Omar pretty much told the same story to the police. Omar was charged with second degree murder, to which he pleaded guilty. He was sentenced to 14 to 25 years in prison.

Eddie and Avis got married the next year. Avis became a stay at home mom and babysitter. Eddie worked as a cook at Oakton Manor until it burned down in 1968. To look at the two of them you would have never guessed that this had occurred. For those who are reading this and knew Eddie, I found out that Eddie’s real first name was Ignatius while investigating this story.

Butch

Well, I haven’t received many stories about Oakton Manor to post, so I’m going the start posting some of my memories. The names will not be changed to protect the guilty. Actually I will do my best to contact anyone I mention.

Butch

Eddie & Flo

Eddie Godin and Florence Degler met in the summer of 1948 at Oakton. Eddie was the Maître d’ and Florence the Hostess. They fell in love and were married in June of 1949. As couple they traveled the hotel circuit. Summers in Minnesota or Wisconsin and winters in Florida. In 1955 they accepted year round positions at Oakton. At the time of the fire in 1968 that destroyed Oakton Eddie was the Catering Manager and Florence was the Assistant Manager.

Flo & Eddie

(Picture taken in 48 or 49.)