Bob Hope Palm Springs Hideaway50M4Sale/Sold13M

Bob Hope's Palm Springs house is nothing short of magnificent with an extraterrestrial feel...The massive, sweeping structure was designed by John Lautner, an influential American architect whose work has been regularly characterized as possessing a "space-age flair"...which probably explains the mansion's UFO feel...
The estate is perched atop Southridge with a 360 view overlooking the entire Coachella Valley, among other natural Southern Californian wonders...
Covering 23,000 square feet and sits on more than six acres the list of luxurious amenities includes a pool, pond, tennis court, outdoor fireplace, 360 degree views and much more...
Our Palm Springs getaway in the 1980's had an all glass view looking up hill at Bob's house which was like "King of The Mountain" it was so fabulous...
Palm Springs is another celebrity hang-out especially with such mild winters but summertime was brutal with soaring temperatures 110-120 plus so we were either inside cooking...having cocktail hour or enjoying the views or tanning outside and swimming in the pool...nightly was jumping as everyone emerged from their caves and out for dinner, cocktails and shows...
Lyrics and singer Shirley Ross
Thanks for the Memory
Of sentimental verse
Nothing in my purse
And chuckles
When the preacher said
For better or for worse

How lovely it was
Thanks for the memory
Of Schubert's Serenade
Little things of jade
And traffic jams
And anagrams
And bills we never paid

How lovely it was
We who could laugh over big things
Were parted by only a slight thing
I wonder if we did the right thing
Oh, well, that's life, I guess
I love your dress [[it's pretty]]

Thanks for the memory
Of faults that you forgave
Of rainbows on a wave
And stockings in the basin
When a fellow needs a shave
Thank you so much

Thanks for the memory
Of tinkling temple bells
Alma mater yells
And Cuban rum
And towels from
The very best hotels
Oh how lovely it was

Thanks for the memory
Of cushions on the floor
Hash with Dinty Moore
That pair of gay pajamas
That you bought
And never wore

We said goodbye with a highball
Then I got as high as a steeple
But we were intelligent people
No tears, no fuss
Hooray for us

Strictly entre nous
Darling, how are you?
And how are all
Those little dreams
That never did come true?

Awfully glad I met you
Cheerio and toodle-oo
Thank you
Thank you so much

Another version as there were many...

Thanks for the memory
Of rainy afternoons, swingy Harlem tunes
And motor trips and burning lips and burning toast and prunes
How lovely it was!

Thanks for the memory
Of candlelight and wine, castles on the Rhine
The Parthenon and moments on the Hudson River Line
How lovely it was!

Many's the time that we feasted
And many's the time that we fasted
Oh, well, it was swell while it lasted
We did have fun and no harm done

And thanks for the memory
Of sunburns at the shore, nights in Singapore
You might have been a headache but you never were a bore
So thank you so much.

Thanks for the memory
Of sentimental verse, nothing in my purse
And chuckles when the preacher said "For better or for worse"
How lovely it was

Thanks for the memory
Of lingerie with lace, Pilsner by the case
And how I jumped the day you trumped my one-and-only ace
How lovely it was!

We said goodbye with a highball
Then I got as "high" as a steeple
But we were intelligent people
No tears, no fuss, Hooray! For us

So, thanks for the memory
And strictly entre-nous, darling how are you?
And how are all the little dreams that never did come true?
Aw'fully glad I met you, cheerio, and toodle-oo
And thank you so much.