Whilst I never made it to the Kalgoorlie launch, with over 300 bedecked ladies....I did get to the cinema the following evening with 16 other female teachers. With cocktails before hand at the local five star resort, then the movie, followed by a delicious dinner on the balcony of, what I believe is the oldest hotel in town, it was a most enjoyable evening.
The Palace Hotel was built in 1897 and is a beautiful old building with a lovely ambiance.
Before I left, a friend pointed out a rather large, ornate piece of furniture that adorns the entrance to the hotel. Along side it was a plaque explaining its origin and a poem.
Do you ever dream, my sweetheart, of a twilight long ago.
Of a park in old Kalgoorlie, where the bourgainvilleas grow?
Where the moonbeams on the pathways trace a shimmering brocade,
And the overhanging peppers form a lovers' promenade?
Where in soft cascades of cadence from a garden close at hand,
Come the murmourous mellow music of a sweet orchestral band.
Years have flown since then, my sweetheart, fleet as orchid booms in May,
But the hour that fills my dreaming, was it only yesterday...
The gift and the accompanying poem were sent to a barmaid who had worked at the Palace Hotel . They came from Herbert Hoover, who had lived and worked in Kalgoorlie as a mining engineer before returning to the USA where he became its 31st President.
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