There is a special place you can go to leave your worries behind. Come on down and rewind, the porch has a spot just for you to rock and unwind. Sip sweet tea, here with us in middle Tennessee. Step back to a simpler place and time. Where walls hold stories of yesterday. Please come in, and sit for a bit, we’ll keep the fire lit. Visit the room where President Woodrow Wilson laid his weary head while passing through. Home style family suppers, I bet you never knew, at lantern light are normal here and very dear. Dine in the hall where Dinah Shore, stood right on that hardwood floor, and sweetly sang. Where is this magical place, you’d like to know? Look no further than the Donoho!
A majestic old hotel, that once you’ve been here, you’ll love so well. Opened in 1914, it stands tall. Through fire and flood, it’s sure been through it all! It’s history isn’t over, no it’s just starting out. Graced by presidents and music stars, both near and far. Live entertainment is still going strong, so come on, dance all your cares away and take a trip to yesterday. Let Country music, and old- time rock and roll free your soul. Where is this place you’d like to know, to come watch the show? Red Boiling Springs, is the place to go, to stay a night or two at the Donoho.
Let’s sit and reminisce of days gone by. Folks you’ve known for just a little while, become family and friends as days go by.
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The myth says mermaids sing to lure sailors to their death. But why? The ocean is huge. Only 5 percent has been discovered by man. Why would a creature of the sea with that much space to roam ever care about the fate of men on ships? The answer, as it turns out, is not a simple one at all. The truth about the myth is older than the tides. Long ago before the first ship ever cut across the surface, the sea made a pact with the sky. The sky would take the souls of the drowned. Anyone who died in storms or any quiet accidents of the deep would have their soul lifted upward to the Heavens while the bodies would remain below, feeding the oceans endless hunger. The greedy sea however wanted more souls than the sky would claim. So it created mermaids. It gave them beautiful voices woven from currents and moonlight. It commanded them to sing. "Bring forth the ones who float where they should sink." it instructed them. So they did. They never killed out of malice but out of obligation. They sung to summon, not to seduce. A mermaid's voice could loosen the tether between the body and soul, making any man step willingly into the water. The sea would take the body and the sky would take the soul. Balance maintained.
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