My husband Leo Ferreira and I (Victoria) married on the front porch of The Gilbert House on May 1, 1992. It was a beautiful wedding -- a low-key, home-made affair, but gorgeous. Daffodils were still blooming all over the property and the mentioned ancient trees were magnificent. After a long day of hunting Atlanta and environs for a venue, we were tired and discouraged. Everything was so expensive! The Gilbert House was the last place on our list and we almost skipped it: "Me: It rents for $125 and is in a sketchy neighborhood. How good could it me? Leo: Well, the price is certainly right." We took a left before you got to the sign saying "All Live Nude Girls LOVE To Party" and after a short drive, there it was. Our DREAM venue! I wore an antique dress, we could use our own caterer, and had a fabulous sit-down dinner for fifty.
We both had poison ivy because we supplied our fabulously kind florist with yards and yards of ivy that we had cleaned and "polished" ourselves, and had tenderloin for dinner. My understanding is that Mr. Gilbert got home from the war to see his home in ruins and his family nowhere to be found. He finally located everyone and he and two sons built the house as it now is.
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