"TEP:
Aiken is definitely one of those old "winter resorts". They even have a court tennis facility to prove it.
I can't remember which of them, but one of those old-money family trusts [maybe the Carnegie trust] actually owns the land the Palmetto course sits on. Woody Millen is the trustee."
TomD:
Just as I suspected. I grew up in Long Island with Woody Millen. He was a very fine player. We both grew up around Piping Rock. Matter of fact, his Dad, Dr. Millen, brought me into this world.
Doc Millen was a great man--sort of a no-nonsense Rock of Gibralter. Obviously I didn't know him all that well when he brought me into this world
but about eighteen years later my Dad left my mother suddenly and my Mom who never got depressed or drank, got instantly depressed and got drunk too and took to her bed the day he left her. I came home to LI from Penn and she was wailing and moaning and just said to me call up Doc Millen and tell him to get over here immediately. And so I did. About a half hour later Doc Millen arrived, all 6'7" of him. I took him up to her bedroom and he sidled in there having to duck under the top of the door. He looked at her lying there in bed crying and wailing and moaning and said:
"Frances Ellen, what in the hell do you think you're doing? This isn't you and you know it. Get the hell out of that bed and get on with it."
About two seconds later she got out of the bed, went into the bathroom, threw some water on her face and got on with the rest of her life.
That Doc Millen was a great man!