Here, in this house that's stood from 1860, music was composed with laughter, plays were hurriedly rehearsed, war was debated and business empires created. It has seen as many people as it has years, witnessing their lives and sheltering their hopes. We believe that The Grange is far more than just a heritage hotel; it’s a keeper of stories. And to it, we invite you to add your own.
If you were riding past The Grange on a summery morning in 1860, chances are, you would have heard Wallace Misquith, the master of the house, leading the choir in song, preparing for a play that would be staged in the Assembly Rooms, or adeptly fixing the church organ he had recently salvaged from the neighbourhood cathedral.
For The Grange, or Glanton Hall as it was then called, was first a music hall run by Mr. Misquith, who inherited a deep love for music from his father. The younger Misquith owned a musical instruments shop and music salon in Madras, where the old Elphinstone theatre once stood.
Unlike most English cities in India, Ooty wasn’t just a British outpost. It was home. In its pine scented hills and winding roads, the settlers saw a semblance of England, and named their houses and streets after those of their homeland. Glanton Hall, presumably, received its name from the hamlet of Glanton in Northumberland county.
But the typically British ‘Snooty Ooty’, with its summer dances and autumn hunts, was changing.. After Wallace Misquith’s death in 1888, the tremble of the violin string was replaced by the beat of the military marching band, for the Army acquired Glanton Hall as its headquarters.