When The Glitter Fades
The splendor of the Gilded Age couldn’t last forever. The gap between the rich and poor could not continue to exist to the extent that it…
The splendor of the Gilded Age couldn’t last forever. The gap between the rich and poor could not continue to exist to the extent that it…
Recently, I came across an article about a Pittsburgh Gilded Age Mansion whose fate was in limbo after the death of its owner. The home had…
When you’re the richest man in the world, a mansion or two just isn’t always enough. Sometimes you need something bigger and fancier. For Andrew Carnegie,…
When I was in eighth grade, one of my best friends, Spencer, moved to Charlotte, North Carolina. The summer after, one of my other friends and…
Alva Vanderbilt was a character. The kind of character who makes history interesting and dramatic. She was the type to shock and awe, both in her…
Gilded Age mansions were meant to be showy, opulent, and over-the-top. Millionaires competed with each other to build bigger, more expensive homes as ways of showcasing…
Over Thanksgiving break this year, my mom and I went on a tour of some of Pittsburgh’s remaining Gilded Age mansions. The tour was open to…
Last summer, instead of going on a typical “senior week” filled with debauchery, I went to Newport, Rhode Island for a long weekend with my mom…
Did you know that when you say things like “what the Frick” and “fricking” (to replace a certain word that’s not suitable for this blog), you…
Today when I wrote on the board that I wanted to blog about Gilded Age Mansions, I got a lot of puzzled looks and comments. What…