Inside the Tulsa Club
9 Jun
Walking past the Tulsa Club on my way to and from work every day definitely got me wondering what was inside. At one time this was the most prestigious social and athletic club in Tulsa so it had to be nice, right. I’ve heard lore of the wealthiest Tulsans including Waite Phillips indulging in the finer aspects of life at this facility.
So, let’s just say someone invited me inside to take a tour. Two of my colleagues and I entered the building and had a look around. We thoroughly explored the facility from street level to the roof, from racquetball courts to ballrooms from bookkeeping to bathrooms… They really did have had a ton of bathrooms in this place and plenty of graffiti as well. See for yourself at the full photo gallery.
The international organization now known as the Barbershop Harmony Society held their first meeting on the rooftop on April 11, 1938. (Roof is shown in images 4729 and 4735.)
My Grandparents were longtime members of the Tulsa Club till haelth dclined in 1970’s. My Mother’s wedding reception was held at Tulsa Club in 1950. Sad to see these photos that give reality to the situation of this compromised building. I was a guest for lunch one day and remember the Dining/Ball Room where we ate.
My Grandparents were longtime members of the Tulsa Club till health dclined in 1970’s. My Mother’s wedding reception was held at Tulsa Club in 1950. Sad to see these photos that give reality to the situation of this compromised building. I was a guest for lunch one day and remember the Dining/Ball Room where we ate.
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mariah
i grew up in the Tulsa Club; my parents took me there frequently. I spent most of my time in the ladies “lounge” — on one side of a great hall was the opulent ladies restroom and on the other a gathering place with couches and elegant chairs. I believe there was a big TV (this was the ‘fifties and ’sixties) and when I was about 10 I watched an early replay of The Wizard of Oz in that room with my little ‘boyfriend.’ There were mirrors everywhere — it was as elegant as Versailles.
I used to run up and down the stairs back and forth to the dining room. I was a little terror, I believe. But I always felt right at home.
Michael Crawshaw was the manager, a refined, kind British gentleman. He was always so lovely to me.
These photos are heartbreaking.