Memorial Day: The Cavalier Hotel at Virginia Beach

Old Cavalier Hotel, Virginia Beach, VA

Old Cavalier Hotel, Virginia Beach, VA

In the late 1930s, despite a lingering Great Depression and a looming World War, my father had it made.  He had recently completed a three-year apprenticeship to become a first-class machinist, and he had a good job at the Norfolk Naval Shipyard where his father, as a Spanish-American War veteran, had enjoyed guaranteed employment and had risen to become the superintendent of the shipyard paint factory.  Then too, Leger Joynes was a very handsome, trim-figured, dark-haired man who drove a brand new Ford Coupe.

The Joynes homestead in the Fairmount Park section of Norfolk, Virginia was not glorified by class because the family maintained acres of garden crops and fruit trees, as well as coops of egg-laying chickens.  The family was thus considered prosperous during the Depression, even to the extent that they had a tennis court in the side yard of the house.

Mother (far left) and Dad (far right) in their pre-WWII party days

Mother (far left) and Dad (far right) in their pre-WWII party days

The approaching “Golden Age” of the middle-class working family allowed my father the luxury of owning two tuxedos, one with a white dinner jacket.  And although he was not a member of the Cavalier Beach Club, he was a frequent guest at the highly regarded Cavalier Hotel for their “Big Band” dance weekends.  In those days, Dad was very well known in Virginia Beach through a web of family interactions that crossed several social classes.

On that late Friday afternoon, Dad led a caravan of Memorial Day

Photo courtesy of virginiaimages.com

Photo courtesy of virginiaimages.com

revelers from Norfolk to Virginia Beach.  To begin the weekend, they planned to dine and dance in the hotel ballroom, lie around the pool and beaches the next day, and then party all Saturday night to the big band likes of Tommy Dorsey.  What lifestyle could be better for young people of their age and social class where they mingled with the truly rich and privileged?

Dancing at the Cavalier Hotel

Dancing at the Cavalier Hotel

When Dad arrived at the Cavalier Hotel front entrance and turned his beautiful new Ford over to the valet parking attendant, he was met with a very concerned face.  “The general manager wants to see you right away in his office,” Dad was told. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

While Dad’s date and friends checked into the hotel, he went to the manager’s ornate grand hotel office wondering what could be the matter.  Dad and the GM were on a first name basis through mutual family friendships, although the formally dressed man behind the desk was old enough to be the 21-year-old’s father.

“Leger,” the GM began, “I’m so glad that you are here.  I’m in a jam, and I need your help.”

The jam was that the pump that supplied water to both the indoor and outdoor swimming pools was broken, and that no one was available to service it on a Memorial Day weekend. “We can’t have empty swimming pools on our opening weekend,” the GM affirmed as the obvious. “Would you take a look at it?  If you can fix it, I’ll comp you and your party the entire weekend. Rooms. Meals. Everything!”

Cavalier Hotel Interior Swimming Pool

Cavalier Hotel interior swimming pool

The mechanical repair was a filthy, greasy job down in the dark pit of a pump room. While Dad’s friends partied at the best table in the ballroom, he worked throughout the night to fix the pump and fill the swimming pools by morning. Pools filled, the GM’s gratitude to Dad was boundless.  Even Dad’s car was returned to him washed and simonized.  Every expense for the weekend incurred at Dad’s table was covered. He was treated like a celebrity by the hotel staff wherever he turned.

Soon enough the ebullient times for Dad and his Fairmount Park pals and girlfriends ended.  The World War arrived like an Atlantic hurricane, and some of them were lost in the storm of the military violence. Dad tried to join the Navy three different times, but the government would not release him from his job as a leading man in the Naval Yard machine shop.  For lack of rationed tires and gasoline, the snazzy Ford Coupe was put up on blocks in the driveway, and Dad took a shabby commuter bus that picked him up on a slow roll in front of his house and delivered him directly to the shipyard.  Busses like that ran through almost every working-class neighborhood in Norfolk and Virginia Beach to service the war effort.

Dad, me, and Mother around the end of the war in 1945

Dad, me, and Mother around the end of the war in 1945

I was born in September 1941, about three months before Pearl Harbor and the US entry into the war.  My early childhood memories are filled with food rationing and the massive flyovers of military aircraft en route to the war.  I did not get to the Cavalier Beach Club until a date took me there to a Sunday afternoon tea dance when I was in college.  The old and faded Cavalier Hotel that set high on the sand hill across the coastal road from the Beach Club beckoned to me that day, and I insisted that my date take me in her Impala Chevrolet convertible for a brief tour of the grand dame where my father had celebrated his glory days.

In telling my date the story of my father’s favorite Memorial Day weekend, I was affirming my admiration for the blue-collar trades, and for the seeming miracles that they can perform with their skills and their hands whenever they are called into service. In summation, I said to her, “A first-class machinist can make or fix almost anything. What the hell are we going to do with our Liberal Arts degrees?”

“Maybe we’re supposed to tell their stories,” she wisely replied.

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10 responses to “Memorial Day: The Cavalier Hotel at Virginia Beach

  1. Jackie Trudel-Lane

    Monty, what a grand story….I loved it so much…and your parents look wonderful…thank you for sharing. Peace and Love, Jackie Trudel-Lane

  2. Rita Joynes Ramsay

    Another wonderful story that fills in the blanks for your sister. Thank you for such beautiful and eloquent story telling.

    • Those family photos came from the “calendar” that you created. Notice that I did not include Mother as a beach bathing beauty; a picture that you so proudly featured!

  3. Nancy Spann

    I loved reading this too. What a gift for words you have and what a wonderful story. I loved seeing the pictures of your parents – and you as a child. Thanks for all your great stories. Love, Nancy Spann

    • I am preparing a post about Pat and I discovering elves in the woods of Blowing Rock. It was front page news in the Blowing Rocket newspaper in 1987. We even found the photos. Every decade has its unique memories that are great fun to document.

  4. Geri

    Born the same season as you Monte and reading your story brought back so many memories at once. When we took Sunday rides out to Va Beach the Cavalier stood out like a palace. Always wondered at the time what went on there. Back in the early 40’s when my parents took me with them to visit friends from work, church or neighbors. Their conversations were heard by these little ears. I’d hear a word and by the tone I knew it was something of importance such as “atom bomb”. .When president Roosevelt spoke on the radio they ran and gathered around it and everyone had to hush. My dad often walked our street at night to make sure each neighbor had their lights out, shades pulled down and blinds turned as tight as possible. Even the airport beacon light was turned off. for “black out”. My mom when getting ready for grocery shopping made sure she had her “ration book” I was fascinated with that book seeing the tiny stamps and colors thought it would be fun to play with. When she and her friends gathered they often talked about shortages. People often gave used toys to family and friends because they were hard to come by. During the war at our church families would often invite the military to come home for dinner and we would visit the USO and bring cookies at Christmas and other occasions. In closing thank you so much for your story very well done.

    • Thanks for adding depth to my story. Our parent’s generation endured so much with the Depression and WWII. We would do well to reflect their values. And we need to tell their stories to our children and grandchildren so that they can appreciate the meaning of “character”.

  5. This was such a fun read. I never made it to the Cavalier, but I always treasured it’s impressive stance high on that hill! The only hill for miles…

    • The old Cavalier was a landmark in an exciting age prior to WWII. It represented something grand to our parents whether or not they could afford to go there. I toured it in early adulthood, and enjoyed the Beach Club a very few times, but the image of it remains as one of elegance in an age now lost to us. Thanks for your comment.

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