Tag: New York

  • Roosevelt Ancestral Home

    Roosevelt Ancestral Home

    The Roosevelts had a lovely country home on the bluffs overlooking the Hudson River. Just down the road a mile or so were the Vanderbilts, with whom you are acquainted. There is no documentation of Frank Wright’s involvement in the design of the home, even though it is a detached single family residence, like those Frank likes to draw.

    A young boy named Franklin Delano Roosevelt grew up at the home in Hyde Park.It was an idyllic boyhood, filled with every wish fabulously wealthy parents could fulfill, which was all of them.

    He developed an intense interest in ornithology, culminating in his crowning achievement of killing at least one of every bird species native to the estate. Then his mother commissioned a taxidermist to preserve them, so the family could adorn their dwelling with the little carcasses.

    Franklin also developed an interest in sailing ships. He acquired a vast collection of paintings, etchings, line drawings, and engravings of naval vessels both large and small.

    As a young adult, Franklin attended (and graduated from) Harvard, a school in Boston. After graduation, he attended Columbia Law School (but did not graduate). Despite this inconsistent academic performance, he made significant contributions in two primary areas.

    In psychology, Franklin demolished the conventional paradigm concerning phobias. At that time, psychologists were under the impression that people could develop fears of practically anything. Much to the consternation of the field, Franklin demonstrated conclusively that there is only one thing to fear.

    Franklin also experienced a degree of success in politics. He is frequently credited with being instrumental in the fundamental restructuring of the American economy (and therefore the world economy, because they are the same thing), jurisprudence and governance. Additionally, his name often comes up when discussing the mid-twentieth century efforts to vanquish fascism. In fact, so thoroughly was fascism vanquished that it did not re-surface for nearly 80 years!

    This is Franklin’s office (the adult Franklin, not the child). Here, friends and neighbors would gather to hear Franklin’s thoughts on psychology and politics.
    This is the opposite end of his office. He liked to hang out here with friends and make martinis.
    This was my front yard one early morning when Xena was being a pest and insisting on going out for a walk.
    Fans of Xena clamor for an unending stream of photos. Here she is, demonstrating that cats can look in one direction and listen in a different one.

  • The Vanderbilt Getaway

    The Vanderbilt Getaway

    Hmmm, where to start with the Vanderbilts? The first one was Cornelius. He was born to dirt-poor dirt farmers on Staten Island. When he was 16, he acquired a little sailboat and started a shipping company. One thing led to another and he became wealthy, holding around 5% of the US currency at the time. This made him the sole success story arising from Staten Island.

    Surprisingly for a wealthy person, he was mean and excelled at cheating his business partners and abusing his family. In these endeavors, he was aided by the spiritual mediums he consulted regularly.

    When he died (finally!) he disinherited his daughters and gave the rest to his son, William.

    William liked trains and bought many of them, along with the railroads that ran them. Nicer than his father, he endowed Vanderbilt University (which remains in existence to this very day!), New York’s Metropolitan Opera and the YMCA.

    William had children, among them was Frederick, who inherited a ton of money. He toiled in the family business and also liked gardening, so he bought 600 acres in Hyde Park. Which finally brings us to the cottage. Whew!

    With only 54 rooms, the cottage, which was not designed by Frank Wright, was suitable for short term visits only.
    The cottage has a nice lawn, about 20 acres or so.
    Fred valued his alone time, so the dining room could accommodate only 16. 12 at the main table and 4 at the overflow table.
    The cottage was considered innovative at the time, for its inclusion of a “living room.”
    The Gold Room, used by the women for gossip parties.
    The bedroom of Louise, Fred’s wife (they didn’t sleep together, because…well…that’s just icky.) She has a barricade around her bed, because Marie Antoinette had one and Louise idolized Marie.
    This is Fred’s bedroom. Early humans were small by modern standards and required only small beds. No California Kings needed. By the way, Fred and Louise strictly adhered to hygiene standards and had fresh sheets after each use, even after a brief nap!
    No house can be without a grand staircase, which the servants (of which there were normally 20) were not permitted to use.
  • Colonel Inspects West Point

    Colonel Inspects West Point

    I made a surprise inspection trip to the US Military Academy, aka West Point. Coincidentally, it is in a town of the same name, West Point, NY! Did you know that it is the longest serving post in the US military? It is! It has been continually occupied since the war of independence, when the Americans ran the super-mean Brits out of the continent.

    West Point, as I suppose you know, is the world’s premier military officer training institution. It has produced many of the Nation’s most gifted and brave officers. Regrettably, it has also produced a host of traitors, like Robert E. Lee, Jefferson Davis and a slew of other rebels.

    It has also produced a few genocidal jackasses, like George Custer. In all fairness, we can’t pin the genocidal part on Custer, as it was Government policy at the time. On the other hand, he earned the jackass part on his own. How? By getting his unit wiped out in an ill-advised attack on the native Americans like…well…a jackass.

    The site itself is beautiful, perched on the bluffs overlooking the Hudson River. The grounds are immaculate, green and thriving.

    West Point has a quite large and ornate chapel. Did you know the chapel’s organ is the 3rd largest (by number of pipes) in the world? It is, with over 23,000 pipes.
    West Pointers are fond of the words Duty, Honor, Country and plaster them all over campus.
    I was surprised that there were so many cadets buried in the cemetery…as cadets, before they graduated! Don’t know why, exactly. Maybe the lack of medicine in the old days? Maybe a primitive view of safety in training?
    The Army has delicate tanks that cannot withstand people climbing on them.
    Upon the fields of friendly strife are sown the seeds that, upon other fields, on other days, will bear the fruits of victory.” –Douglas MacArthur
    The view of the Hudson from West Point is inspiring.
    Maybe you can see Xena, lounging with her arm draped over like a boss.
    This is the view from my campsite at the West Point FamCamp.
    The way there.
  • New York City

    ennui [Fr. ennui, OF. enui, L. in odio] The feeling of mental weariness and dissatisfaction produced by a want of occupation , or by lack of interest in the present surroundings or employments.

    Now I know why the French invented the word “ennui.” It is used to describe the barely bearable tedium of a 4-hour ground delay at SFO, waiting for a flight to Newark. Some scaredy-cat bigwig was frightened of commonplace thunderstorms and, so, we waited. None of the flights to neighboring airports were delayed, so I took it personally.

    Alaska Airlines breakfast served as a mid-afternoon snack. Surprisingly hot and flavorful.

    The traffic at the Newark Airport was hilariously chaotic. I now understand why auto makers still put horns in cars. It’s for the New Yorkers. They love honking horns almost as much as they love ignoring others honking their horns!

    One good thing about arriving in the middle of the night, is the wide open road, once you get out of the airport. A brisk Lyft ride and I was in Manhattan, staying at the Yale Club, across the street from Grand Central Station.

    The Yale Club common room. Portraits of famous alum adorn the walls (Presidents Taft, Clinton, Both Bushes). Sotomayor is relegated to the stairwell.

    Grand Central Station. New Yorkers are fond of train rides and take many of them. It’s a magical building; outside, no trains. Go inside, dozens of trains! Incredible!

    New Yorkers. One wonders if they are aware of the enormity of their self-parody. Everyone is O! So Busy! Rushing around with their street faces on, unsmiling, frowning, perpetually irritated. Many of them (stupidly) wander the perilous, crowded streets with headphones or ear buds installed. Amazing!

    Walgreens in NYC keeps practically everything behind locked plexiglass. Not just high value items, like in normal Walgreens. That means you have to ring for a clerk when you want something. They provide efficient and effective service in the traditional harsh and brusque manner. Also, only in NYC can the request “One shopping bag, please” be said as a soul-scorching insult.

    I toured United Nations Headquarters; it looks just like all the pictures you’ve seen. I didn’t realize the extent of their art collection. My tour group was a mini-UN itself, comprising people from all over the world. The Secretary General walked by our group and bade us “Good morning!”

    The Secretary General draws a breath so he can greet us.

    One of many large tapestries, this one made in memory of the Chernobyl nuclear disaster.

    A close-up showing the detail of the tapestry.

    A display of the critical parts a of the UN Declaration of Human Rights.

    One of the panels from the display.