The glory days of Jacksonville Beach

The Casa Marina Hotel and Restaurant has been a fixture on Jacksonville Beach since its opening on June 6, 1925, the same day Pablo Beach was renamed Jacksonville Beach.

Effectively, below we are, after a speedy sprint across north Florida from coastline to coast, face to facial area as soon as a lot more with the brisk, briny, Atlantic-ocean breezes.

Exactly where are we? Jacksonville Seashore, after the most preferred beach vacation resort in Florida.

Being the “Winter Film Money of the World” in the silent-film era, Jacksonville and its seashores have been vastly beautiful to sun-seekers, including stars. Pablo Seashore (as it was then named) had jazzed up its broad, white, heat sands with dance casinos and amusement rides and just after the Casa Marina Lodge opened in 1925, everyone came, together with, according to, “the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, John D. Rockefeller, President Harry S. Truman and F.D.R…Jean Harlow and Al Capone.”

Jacksonville Beach is one of what locals refer to as “the beaches,” with the others being, from north to south, Mayport, Atlantic Beach, Neptune Beach, and Ponte Vedra Beach.

As if in mutual celebration of each and every other, on the working day the “House by the Sea” opened, Pablo Seaside obtained its new title, “Jacksonville Seashore.”

Jacksonville Seaside is just one of what locals refer to as “the beach locations,” with the others becoming, from north to south, Mayport, Atlantic Seaside, Neptune Beach, and Ponte Vedra Seaside. These seashore communities are all on an island, unofficially known as, “San Pablo Island.” This as-nevertheless-unnamed island was originally a peninsula, divided from Jacksonville on the mainland by the San Pablo River. The construction of the intracoastal waterway in 1912 severed the peninsula from the mainland and voila, we had an island.

The Jacksonville Beach boardwalk in 1925.

Feel it or not, right up until the 1880s, oceanfront real estate was not thought of as having opportunity as resort property. Resorts ended up at purely natural springs in the mountains, not alongside the fast paced industrial waterfronts of port cities. Last but not least, nonetheless, the realization slowly but surely started to dawn that southern shorelines were warm. And could be lovely. And that folks with income to spare may well be inclined to shell out their winters in the heat of Florida somewhat than in the frigid Adirondacks, if presented with ease of entry to lavish lodging.