There wasn't much to Seagrove Beach the first time I saw it. I'm not even sure how my Grandmother found out it was there. Maybe she heard through friends who were part of the "Dixie Art Colony" that briefly met in the old hotel back in the 1930s. But the Depression ruined the colony, the hotel was torn down, and by the time my family rolled in that summer of 1954, a little store, a cluster of tourist cottages, and a few houses were all there was.
Jackson, III, Harvey H.
"The Florida Room: From "Redneck Riviera: to "Emerald Coast": A Personal History of a Piece of the Florida Panhandle,"
Florida Historical Quarterly: Vol. 81:
3, Article 6.
Available at: https://stars.library.ucf.edu/fhq/vol81/iss3/6