Submitted by:
Dee and David Easton

We were not European royalty nor Eastern Washington farmers. My husband was an on-the road salesman for a toy line in 50's and 60's. Each spring, we would invite my mother to our home in Seattle to "visit" her grandchildren.

    I would fly to Montana and join my husband as he was enroute home. Then we would ride together, pulling his little trailer. In each town where he had appointments, a hotel room with accomodations for a show room was rented.

    When we reached St. Regis, MT, (some nice spring day in the late 50's) the trailer tire went flat. While my husband fixed the tire, I fished a small stream there and caught 6 nice trout. We continued on our way with the trout in a grass lined plastic bag. The next appointments being in Spokane, we were to 'set-up' in the Davenport Hotel. When the bellman was unloading the trunk, he picked up the plastic bag, asked "and what would you like to do with this?" We were rather at a loss for words as we really had forgotten they were there. The bellman asked, "would you like them served for your dinner?" Of course we would. About an hour later, a nice tray was brought to our room. The fish were the best we've ever eaten. The dinner also included salad and baked potato. I believe the dinner cost us $3.00

    We loved the Davenport but this was our most memorable visit. We now live near Colville and the Davenport open house dates are on our calendar.