A RECOLLECTION OF FAMILY LIFE ON BLACKWELL’S / WELFARE ISLAND ELEANOR SCHETLIN 2002 PART III
1912-1931
The Schetlins at the City Home The River Ice Fairyland Surrounded by the River
70 YEARS AGO. WHO IS ON THE PHOTO?
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A RECOLLECTION OF FAMILY LIFE ON BLACKWELL’S / WELFARE ISLAND ELEANOR SCHETLIN 2002 PART II 1920’s -1930’s
Cottage Row,The Blackwell Mansion, The Quarry, The Farm Traveling by the Bridge Some Institutions on the Island
Trolley turned around and then back over the Queensboro Bridge.
The last fare was about 15 cents a ride
Cut stones from the quarry waiting to become building walls. Quarry was where 465 Main Street is located.
The Almshouse/City Home building all were located near the Chapel of the Good Shepherd.
The other way to get to Welfare Island. The Thomas. M.Mulry steamer left from East 78 St. and the East River to the dock by Metropolitan Hospital.
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A RECOLLECTION OF FAMILY LIFE ON BLACKWELL’S / WELFARE ISLAND PART 1 Eleanor SCHETLIN 2002
EDITORIAL Yesterday we started our biography of Eleanor Schetlln. Today, you can read her historical story of her family and her life on the island. This story is 45 pages long, the most written, to my knowledge of any person who was a resident here. Eleanor kept in communication with me for many years and we have preserved her e-mails and all the materials she forwarded to the RIHS. This 3 inch thick notebook is a treasure trove of information, stories, legends, myths, tales and remembrances. Hope you enjoy the series.
Text by Judith Berdy Thanks to Bobbie Slonevsky for her dedication to Blackwell’s Almanac and the RIHS Thanks to Deborah Dorff for maintaining our website Edited by Melanie Colter and Dottie Jeffries
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THE CARS ENDED UP AT THE KINGSTON TROLLEY MUSEUM. ONE CAR, #601 WAS SITTING IN THE OPEN, ABANDONED, LOOTED AND DETERIORATING UNTIL ABOUT 10 YEARS AGO. THE MUSEUM HAD NO INTEREST OR FUNDS TO RESTORE IT. EVENTUALLY IT WAS USED FOR SALVAGE AND ONLY THE MEMORIES REMAIN.
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Brooklyn‘s Sunset Park really is a park, on a hillside facing the sunset, but it’s also busy avenues, schools and churches and hospitals, thousands of homes, commerce and transportation hubs, down to and including the vast, flat, industrial waterfront of Bush Terminal (later Industry City).
The neighborhood adds up to more than the sum of all its many and diverse parts, its past and present and fast-arriving future, because all these parts interact. Everything is subject to change, and open to debate. Boundaries are moot, new names always lurking. The name came with the park in the 1890s, but wasn’t attached to the whole neighborhood until the 1960s, when real estate needed help.
Still, let’s start at the top, infrastructure at its most infra: not a hill so much as a ragged line of hills, the remains of a ridge, lying northeast to southwest, marking the southernmost advance of the last glaciers to cover Long Island.
The glaciers may have stood a thousand feet high. As they began to melt, and recede northward, they dumped boulders, gravel, and dirt. (People moving out always leave things they don’t want.) Down-running streams carried the smaller bits to enrich the flat, once-fertile fields of Dutch Gowanus, the southernmost reach of the old town of Brooklyn.
These are the Brooklyn Alps: Mount Prospect, 200 ft., on Eastern Parkway, next to the Brooklyn Public Library; Lookout Hill, 177 ft., at the south end of Prospect Park; Battle Hill, in Green-Wood Cemetery, 220 ft. and the highest point in Brooklyn; Sunset Park, 164 ft., the “peak” just west of 7th Avenue at 43rd St.; then slowly dwindling to Owl’s Head Park, 69 ft., in Bay Ridge, before bolting up across the Verrazano Narrows as Todt Hill, 401 ft., on Staten Island, the highest point in the five boroughs of New York City.
Not the Swiss Alps, to be sure, but in Brooklyn, we are proud. Some of us even climb them all.
At least one internet travel site is convinced that Sunset Park is the high point of Brooklyn, but no one can dispute that the views compete with any other B-Alp. Just to the north, the cemetery rises as a tree-covered hill and forms one natural boundary of the neighborhood. A second, plainly, is the harbor to the west, on gorgeous view.
Buildings block the eastward prospect, and whether in that direction Sunset Park ends at 7th Avenue, or down the hill at 8th or 9th, before becoming Borough Park, depends on whom you ask. The southern view along the ridge line, also limited, does not extend to the expressway cut below 64th St., the practical border of Bay Ridge, formerly the westernmost portion of New Utrecht, founded in 1657.
Like almost every other hill in Brooklyn, the ridge was chopped and graded and gridded, starting in the 1830s, as streets of houses replaced farms. The top of the hill became — and surely will remain — residential.
In 1891, seven years before the merger with New York City, the City of Brooklyn bought some land around the greatest elevation, and from there the park slowly grew and developed, over two decades, to its present dimensions, bounded by 5th and 7th Avenues, 41st and 44th Streets. Once there was a carousel, and six holes of golf. On a hillside.
The modern age of Sunset Park began 80 years ago, thanks to the Works Progress Administration (WPA), with a redesign, new park buildings, and a large public pool that opened in 1936 — one of an astounding 11 public pools to open in New York City that summer.
The local economy endured some alpine drops in the decades that followed, but the place and park endured, and people climbed back up. The City rebuilt the pool, plumbing, and playgrounds again in the 1980s, and the Sunset Play Center, as it’s called now, goes on.
You should see for yourself. From any direction, you’re looking up at it, and that’s appropriate. The faces have changed with time, but Chinese families and Latino families and Jewish families and hipster families and whoever else passes through Sunset Park, continue to enjoy and benefit from what’s here and largely unchanged. A nice place to gather. Swimming lessons and tai chi.
Through an era of “urban renewal” that often failed to renew, the Sunset Play Center has done what it was meant to do, it helps hold the place together. It belongs at the top of the hill. It is aspirational.
THE ROOSEVELT ISLAND HISTORICAL SOCIETY NEW YORK ALMANACK
This essay by Marc Kirkeby was first published on the New York City Municipal Archives Blog. The Municipal Archives preserves and makes available New York City government’s historical records. Records include office documents, manuscripts, still and moving images, vital records, maps, blueprints, and sound recordings. Learn more about historical records the Municipal Archives at their website.
Illustrations, from above courtesy NYC Municipal Archives: Undated photo of Sunset Park showing the main swimming pool and one of the smaller semi-circular pools. When the pool opened, it had a separate diving pool on one end and a wading pool on the other; rendering, proposed Sunset Park swimming pool, signed C.M. Flynn, Del, ’34; R.C. Murdock, Landscape designer; M.A. Magoon, Architectural designer. January 5, 1935; Brooklyn’s Sunset Park under construction in 1935; and Brooklyn’s Sunset Park Sunset Play Center entrance, November 2016 (photo by Marc Kirkeby).
FRIDAY MORNING ON VANDERBILT AVENUE
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We posted the image below of a 1930’s map of the south end of the island a few days ago.
Here are images of the structures on the map. This is the area of the island that is in the current Southpoint Park. You can see that the island ends at the Smallpox Hospital. All land south of that point is landfill.
Judith Berdy
Smallpox Hospital, converted to New York Training School for Nurses
City Hospital: Large one-story extension to Reception Pavilion. Wood pier.
City Hospital: Patients’ Waiting Room in Reception Pavilion.
City Hospital District: Long 3-story brick building; male dormitory.
Three-story stone building with porch in City Hospital area.
Maternity Pavillion
Building with columns
Strecker Laboratory
City Hospital closed in 1955
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Last night, RIOC CFO Dhruvika Patel Amin and Deputy General Counsel Gerrald Ellis joined @roosevelt_island_history for their monthly meeting hosted at #BlackwellHouse. The RIOC interim leadership team introduced themselves to RIHS members and discussed a wide array of topics specific to the island. Thanks to RIHS President Judy Berdy for the invite!
Last night Gerrald Ellis and Dhruvika Patel Amin met with the RIHS board members and guests. We had expected a quick introduction, but a wonderful surprise both stayed for our 90 minute meeting and were involved and interested in our island groups.
We had general conversation and had of some of the obstacles facing the island operations. Our concerns were noted and we did not blast them with “tram” questions. They are interested in our community and how we have been left out of participation in plans, such as restoration of Blackwell Park.
Our board members represents to many careers including: architecture, engineering, records management, publishing, senior center, historic preservation scholars, travel and tourism. arts, and tech industries.
One result of this meeting is that this RIOC is finally interested in the people and talents of the island residents and should be involved as participants not ignored.
This must be continued and the old days are gone and new ideas are welcome and pursued.
We hope that this is the beginning of discussions with many island groups to unify our relationship amongst all of us and RIOC.
Judith Berdy
TAKE A LOOK OF WHAT EXISTED ON THE ISLAND IN 1936 WE ARE RUNNIN LATE TONIGHT. WE WILL DESCRIBE THE BUILDINGS ON THIS MAP LATER THIS WEEK.
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Right now, if we could flip back the calendar to January in the Gilded Age, we would find ourselves in the middle of the exhilarating swirl of balls, parties, and charity events that made up elite society’s winter social season.
It was an annual ritual for decades. The season kicked off in November with the horse show and the opening of the Academy of Music’s opera series. (Though some of the select box seat holders tended to arrive late and leave early, more interested in gossip than opera.)
December was reserved for the weekly Patriarchs Balls held at Delmonico’s. And in January, the most anticipated gathering of old-money New Yorkers would commence: Caroline Astor’s annual ball.
Caroline Astor, of course, was Gilded Age Gotham’s society doyenne, a plump, plain-looking woman with a black pompadour (later a black wig) and a penchant for diamonds.
With her Knickerbocker heritage and 1853 marriage to John Jacob Astor’s grandson (who preferred sailing his yacht and carousing with other women over playing second fiddle at his wife’s social events), Mrs. Astor was able to propel herself into the role of society queen bee from the 1870s into the early 20th century.
Mrs. Astor reigned with help from her sidekick, Ward McAllister. The Southern-born McAllister was the inventor of the Patriarch Balls as well as the “Astor 400″—a list of the most socially prominent New Yorkers. At some point “the four hundred” were thought to be the number of people who could fit comfortably in the Astor ballroom, but the origin of this is in question.
In any event, Mrs. Astor’s mansion was certainly roomy enough to hold hundreds of people. But who would receive an invitation? According to Gilded Age socialite and memoirist Elizabeth Wharton Drexel, Mrs. Astor would carefully scan the Social Register, winnowing down potential invitees.
“Failure to be invited signified that, whatever your pretensions, you were a goat and not a sheep,” wrote Lloyd Morris, author of 1951’s Incredible New York.
Once a guest list was finalized, each hand-written invitation would be sent out. This “coveted slip of cardboard,” as Drexel described it, began with “Mrs. Astor requests the pleasure….”
What would these chosen guests—the “graded ranks of her hierarchy,” according to Morris—expect as they alighted from their carriages in front of Mrs. Astor’s rather staid mansion (second image) on Fifth Avenue and 34th Street?
On that night, “her mansion was ablaze with lights, and all its splendid rooms were banked with masses of flowers,” described Morris. “Through a wide hall, guests proceeded to the first of three connected drawing rooms, where their hostess received them, standing before the life-size portrait which she had recently commissioned from [portrait artist] Carolus-Duran.” (Top image, from 1890)
As she greeted her invitees, Mrs. Astor glittered in her Gilded Age finery, purchased during her annual trip to Paris.
“A tall, commanding woman of formidable dignity, she was magnificently gowned by Worth,” continued Morris. “Precious antique lace draped her shoulders, edged her huge puffed sleeves. Her pointed bodice and long train were of rich dark velvet, her skirt was of satin, embroidered with pearls and silver and gold.” A diamond tiara rested on her pompadour.
After greeting Mrs. Astor, guests made their way through the drawing rooms to the mansion’s art gallery (above photo), which functioned as a ballroom. While the orchestra played, a supper catered by prominent French chef J.A. Pinard was served in Mrs. Astor’s dining room where “the delicately embalmed bodies of terrapin and fowl reposed on ornate silver.”
In 1896, Mrs. Astor departed her Murray Hill mansion and moved into a sumptuous new palace on Fifth Avenue and 65th Street (below, in 1926). This French Renaissance double mansion was shared with her son John Jacob Astor IV and his young family.
After the move uptown, Mrs. Astor resumed holding her January ball, receiving 600 guests. “It was the largest and most elaborate ball given this season,” the New York Times noted.
The atmosphere was more luxurious than ever. On January 8, 1901, The New York Times covered the festivities once again, noting that this year’s ball had a record attendance of “the most representative men and women in society.”
“It was fully midnight before the last guest had arrived,” the Times wrote. “The entrance of the house was banked on either side by boxwood trees and masses of Southern smilax, in which were placed crimson poinsettias.”
“Mrs. Astor received alone in the drawing room, which was decorated with mauve orchids in golden vases, to the left of the main hall,” continued the Times. “She wore a superb gown of black velvet pailletted in silver, and all her famous diamonds.” (Below, in black with her tiara)
Supper was catered by Sherry, the restaurateur who operated his eponymous French eatery on Fifth Avenue and 44th Street frequented by old money and nouveau riche New Yorkers. The menu consisted of several dishes, including terrapin (clearly a Knickerbocker New York favorite), canard canvasback, foie gras, bonbons, and pommes surprises.
After supper, the cotillion began. Ninety couples danced to a live band. After the dancing ended around 3:30 a.m., many stayed for a second supper, the Times reported, along with a list describing some of the gowns female guests wore.
Mrs. Astor died in 1908; when she held her final ball isn’t clear. According to her obituary, she had suffered a nervous breakdown in 1906, living mostly in seclusion until her passing from heart disease two years later at age 78.
Her timing was impeccable. Lavish balls like hers were falling out of fashion, old money and new money had long intermingled, and society as she understood it was about to be lost to the ages.
TAKE A LOOK OF WHAT EXISTED ON THE ISLAND IN 1936 WE ARE RUNNIN LATE TONIGHT. WE WILL DESCRIBE THE BUILDINGS ON THIS MAP TOMORROW.
NEW COPPER DOME RECENTLY COMPLETED PHOTO: DEMIAN NEWFELD
THE ALTAR AND NAVE OF THE CATHEDRAL.
Divine Pathways is a stunning, site-specific textile installation created by artist Anne Patterson for the vaulted Nave of the Cathedral of St. John the Divine.
Divine Pathways was created in concert with communities and organizations from across the Morningside Heights neighborhood, New York City, and the Episcopal Diocese of New York. Community members were invited to write their hopes, dreams, and prayers onto the ribbons that make up the piece. Individual prayers are anonymous and beyond the viewer’s sight, but their collective presence creates an experience that is both intimate and immense.
Join us for an experience that celebrates the collaborative process and community itself.(Cathedral press)
GUASTAVINO TILE STAIRCASE LEADING DOWN TO THE CRYPT
THE CRYPT LEVEL IS MASSIVE UNDER THE SEVEN CHAPEL ABOVE
THREE FORMER BISHOPS ARE INTERRED IN THE CRYPT, WHICH WAS ORIGINALLY A CHAPEL.
HOW THE LAMPS LOOKED IN THE OLD PENN STATION
Comparing photos of the torchiers now to photos of them in the station, you’ll notice some differences. The torchiers were originally topped with eight globe lights and stood on tall stone bases within the grand waiting room which had a classical Roman design. To better fit the Gothic aesthetic of the Cathedral, the heads were changed and pared down to just three lights. Instead of globes, they are now topped with hexagonal lanterns adorned with tiny spires.
THE LAMPS ARE SAFELY STORED NOW AND REMOVED FROM THE POLES.
IT IS A SUBTERRANEAN ATTIC
ALL TYPES OF CHURCH FURNISHINGS ARE STORED HERE
IN THE 1980’S ATTEMPTS TO ADD TO THE SOUTH TOWER BROUGHT MORE STONECUTTERS HERE AND THE PROJECT STOPPED AFTER A FEW YEARS. SOME NEWLY CARVED PIECES ARE STORED FOR AN EVENTUAL CONTINUATION.
THREE SAINST SEEKING A HOME.
THE ANGELIC KNIGHT IS UPSTAIR IN THE RELICS ROOM IN THE MAIN SANCTUARY
I TOOK THIS TOUR SPONSORED BY UNTAPPED NEW YORK. IT WAS A FUN HOUR EXPLORING THE HISTORY OF THE CATHEDRAL. IT WAS A GREAT WAY TO SPEND A SUB-FREEZING AFTERNOON.
TAKE A LOOK OF WHAT EXISTED ON THE ISLAND IN 1936
WEEKEND PHOTO
F. W. I. L. Lundy Brothers restaurant in Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn.h, how my parents LOVED that place. It was still going strong all through the 1960’s when only one brother was active in the business. Strictly fresh seafood, clams and oysters on the half-shell, almost nothing on the menu for “landlubbers” – and absolutely HUGE. The photograph either doesn’t show the whole building or the extensions (built 1939?) were not yet added. The din inside that music hall-sized structure at dinner time was incredible. In all the years I was taken there (1956 – 1973), I never knew it to be anything but jammed.
Guy Ludwig R.I. and Warren, VT
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There are two kinds of lines in New York: the line for the latest must-have item (cronuts, tickets to Book of Mormon, the latest iPhone) and dreaded transit lines (trains, airport security, elevators). In fact, an IBM study indicated that New York office workers spent a total of 22.5 years in 2010 waiting for–or stuck in–an elevator. If time is money–and it usually is–then elevator travel in large buildings can be expensive. “Smart” elevators, such as the Schindler Elevator Company’s Miconic 10, clusters passengers based on similar destinations to cut travel time by an average of 50 percent. The passengers first enter in their desired floor as they approach the elevators. The keypad sorts them into groups of similar destinations and assigns specific elevators to each passenger. So passengers going to floors 26, 28 and 32 would be assigned one elevator, while passengers who keyed in floors 50, 54 and 55 would take another. In cases when every second is necessary, the Schindler elevators can also detect employees via their ID badges.
On the way down, full elevators skip floors to minimize wasted stops. The Miconic monitors each car’s current weight, and ceases to make stops once the weight passes a certain limit. The system also tracks traffic patterns and remembers the most frequently called floors. The decrease in trips preserves equipment longer as well.
“It’s like taking a limousine rather than a bus,” Schindler president of North American Operations Scott Stadelman said in 2006.
While the smart elevator is designed to be intuitive, smart technology always takes some adjustment. In the Miconic 10, there’s no need for buttons, which may feel counterintuitive for first-time users.
As of 2006, the Miconic had been installed in over 200 New York buildings, including Hearst Tower and the New York Marriott Marquis Hotel. With the average elevator wait cut from three minutes to just under a minute, it looks like New Yorkers have freed a few years of their schedule–so they can wait on line for more worthwhile things, like Umami Burger.
ROOSEVELT ISLAND HISTORICAL SOCIETY ARCHIVES UNTAPPED NEW YORK JUDITH BERDY
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FROM OUR READERS:
I appreciated your Historical review of Elevators untill Myrita just called from Motorgate where she was with a heavy bag and two dead , inoperative elevators !! Have we come very far ? Where is Mr. Otis when you need him ?? Ross Wollen
As a kid growing up in New York City (and one who LOVED elevators!),
I was fascinated by the variety and opulence of our elevators. To begin with,
most elevators had operators. Whether at Lord and Taylor or my parent’s
friends apartment building on East 59th Street, an attendant — quite often in
uniform – was present to preside over the ride. And the equipment had endless
variety: At Masters – a department store in Flushing, Queens – the operator not
only made the car move with an elaborate brass handle, but he physically had
to open both an interior gate and an exterior door, by hand. At Bloomingdale’s
the bank of cars also had gates but the operator merely started the motion of
the car and it miraculously travelled to the next floor, glided to a
smooth stop and the doors opened by themselves, AUTOMATICALLY!
My father owned a fine watch and it required repair. The facility was in the brand-new Seagram’s building on Park Avenue on one of the top floors. I came along (in 1959?) and experienced my first self-service high speed ride. How fast? Dad said when the car slowed down and landed near the top of the building, his “body and soul separated”.
At Sak’s Fifth Avenue, the operators were provided with cards, which
went into a little slot above their control panel. Each said the person’s name:
“Operator: Miss Jones”. At Saks 34th Street, the line of elevators stood behind a three story wrought-iron facing,
and one could stand anywhere on the regal first floor and watch the cars sail upstairs silently and majestically.
At Macy’s. sometime during the sixties, the store began replacing the original elevators with self-service models — but, astonishingly, they TALKED. A
recorded voice – female -would pour from a loudspeaker in the new, modern interior and say “Arriving fifth floor. Going Down”. The express cars even had a little commercial, which played while you rode from floor one to seven: “This is Macy’s – the world’s largest store – Arriving Seventh Floor. Going Up”.
Elevators in New York were made by dozens of manufacturers, and the names were prominently displayed. Of course Otis and Westinghouse cars were everywhere but so were machines by Armour, Serge, A-B-See, Turnbull, Plunger … and Watson. Watson elevators were of particular interest to me because they would show up in little buildings – a two story medical office or small store or bank. They were small, with a three to four person capacity. I guess, being small myself, they were kind of like toys and I probably would have liked to take one home.
The Watsons were, of course, self-service. But as I mentioned earlier, most elevators in our city were in the hands of operators. It was sad, as the sixties progressed , to watch the operators disappear. Often, a “relationship” developed between operator and passenger, particularly in an office or residential building. My first Manhattan job was in Rockefeller Center and, even in the 70’s, many of the elevators still had uniformed men running them. “Good morning, Mr. Ludwig”, they would say. “How was the weekend?” One didn’t say a floor; they knew where you were going. Alas, that mechanical voice on the new Macy’s cars just wasn’t the same….
guy ludwig
warren, vermont
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