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Welcome to the Excelsior, Jefferson, Texas

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He signs our names in the Excelsior's register. Famous names are under a glass case in the reception room. We wonder if one day our names will be framed. This page has a double chance, since we both have dreams of achievement.

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The carpeting is red; the walls white paneling.

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The rooms are appointed with vintage decor. I have had a great love for fashion plates lately.

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This painting suggests my favorite time period, the 1840's, and my favorite style, dramatic parted hair, bead choker and portrait neckline.

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The roses in the courtyard were incredibly fragrant.

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We had the hotel to ourselves when we chose to explore, and the courtyard that morning felt like our own as we breakfasted and wandered.

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The lush Southern growth was a balm to my senses.

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The dining room. We regretted not signing up for breakfast.

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We would have eaten at an antique table under this chandelier.

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The receptionist gave us details about this needlepoint. An original resident of the home preceding the Excelsior worked it over many years of her life and never finished it. She designed it herself; it is huge, and I was amazed.

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Being a fellow needleworker to the receptionist herself, I expressed my interest, and she obliged us by showing the rooms where the young woman had lived. The maid was making up the room while we were there; hence no bedspread.

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