Have you seen it? RC Sproul, Jr.'s autobiographical writings about growing up in Ligonier. Alot of it is boring but alot of it is fascinating. Here's a blurb:
The festival season swiftly moved from down home to upscale as next on the social calendar came the Rolling Rock races. Rolling Rock was a small country club built for the pleasure of the Mellon family and some of their favorite friends. You could play a round of golf there, though there were finer courses in the vicinity. You could play tennis there, or take a swim. You could also go hunting. The gameskeepers at Rolling Rock were more than happy to snatch a pheasant from it’s cage, put it in a burlap sack, swing it over their head a dozen times or so, and then let the poor creature out to stagger a step or two before becoming an interesting trophy for a businessman likely as unsteady on his feet as the bird. The likewise kept foxes there. I think stranger even than the Mellon bodyguards that followed our bus to school was the weird truth that some of the young ladies in my class were excused for being late to school several times a year because they and their horses were busy participating in a fox hunt. I remember watching them wistfully in their finest red velvet as our bus drove through the hunting grounds on the way to school.