Found it! http://g.co/maps/5atqq
Way to go!
Oh my God Mykal, this blog is a complete joy! I am thrilled to have a chance to see these cards. Thank you!When I was young my parents were all about the car trips but we rarely traveled beyond the Days Inns of the interstate and the Hiltons of plug in the name of a body of water Blvds.But still I've always been drawn to this vanishing bit of Americana and am always the one going through the postcards at the antique shops.Several year back Aaron and I made a special trip to stay at the Wigwam Village No. 2 in Cave City, Kentucky. It was wonderful! Well, actual it was either a terrible motel or an wonderful campground depending on how you chose to look at it. In retrospect I have chosen the latter. (There was a spider and it has taken me a while to get over it.)It boasted a gift shop rivaled only by those I've seen on Arizona Indian reserves and I felt like I had traveled back in time.There was also a homemade sign taped inside the door of our teepee advertising an In Room Massage. The only stipulation being that is was offered to Woman Only! Very professional. All that for only $50 a night!Of course I bought the postcards and while they might not have been printed in 1937, they certainly hadn't been redesign since 1963. They are fantastic.
Spectergirl: As a kid, nothing filled my heart with joy quite like a motel. Air conditioning! In room TV. "Magic fingers" bed! Glad you stopped by! Lots more to come.
On the very rare occasion I lucked into "Magic Fingers" I would beg and beg for money. My parents would inevitable breakdown and give it to me. (No doubt to shut me the hell up!) And after only few minutes I would crawl away violently ill.And somehow it never stopped me from begging the next time around.