Thursday, September 5, 2013
A Country Squire Abandons the Bronx
The hard earned prosperity of the Lydig ancestors, bakers and millers from Germany, evolved into the sort of comfortable (albeit not too grand) fortune that characterized Knickerbocker Society in pre-Civil War New York. In 1841, Lydig's father Philip (1799-1872), a man not yet 42 years of age, sold the family's milling interests for the very substantial sum of half a million dollars, and spent the next 31 years beautifying his estate at West Farms. Philip Hone, who dined with Lydig at his country seat, described it in his famous diary. "The beautiful grounds on Bronx River are in fine order, and such a profusion of roses and other flowers, I have scarcely ever seen." Philip Lydig had that Victorian ability, in the words of contemporaries, to "peaceably and pleasantly...glide down the hill of life."
I had not realized that in 1873, 25 years before consolidation of the five boroughs, the state legislature had already voted to annex into the city the former Westchester towns of Kingsbridge, Morrisania and West Farms. One wonders if the rumors and controversy surrounding this annexation contributed to the death of house loving Philip Lydig. Despite a growing drumbeat of development, the rural Bronx remained somewhat recognizable, at least until the land boom of 1904. That was the year the New York Elevated Railway Company extended service to West Farms. According to a 1929 piece in The New Yorker, "Lots leaped from $500 to $5000 literally overnight. Farms were dismembered; the Lydig estate at the West Farms terminus, was almost torn apart by bidders...Boom traders cleaned up. Householders went mad, sold lots on one street and bought on the next." Much of the carnage - or progress, if you will - was the work of the so-called "inventor of the modern land sale," a real estate broker by the name of J. Clarence Davies. In the years leading up to the boom, when Pells and Lorillards, Ogdens and Harpers, Lydigs and Morrises were packing up for Newport and Narragansett, Davies secured options on their large estates. During one 2-month period at the height of the boom, he is said to have made $250,000 in real estate commissions.
For people like the Lydigs, it must have been a relief to get out of the Bronx and into the bucolic Berkshires. Rotch and Tilden was a Boston shop with an active Lenox client list. Their design for Thistlewood is modest compared to some of their more ponderous local "cottages," notably Ventfort Hall and Belvoir Terrace.
Quite a lot - both socially and architecturally - has gone on in this house since it was built. Quite a lot has gone on outside of it too. The original 13-acre parcel on Walker Street may be largely unchanged, but the house itself is quite different. Let's start with the good stuff, specifically the beautiful new garden and pool complex.
David Lydig of 83 East 79th St. and Thistlewood, Lenox, died in 1917. He left a wife, an estate of some $300,000, and no heirs. His widow, the former Hannah Tompkins, continued to spend summers at Lenox until she too died in 1930. Although Mrs. Lydig missed Lenox's post-Crash free fall from fashion, the prospect of witnessing yet another resort go to the dogs possibly hastened her end. Thistlewood went through half a dozen subsequent owners until, 28 years later, it was bought by a man with a great deal of what we would call "baggage."
This is William Earle Dodge Stokes, Jr. (1896-1992), "Weddie" to his friends, who in 1958 bought Thistlewood from Noella M. Gillies of Greenwich, CT. Weddie was generally acknowledged to be a cantankerous old goat, but a mild one compared to his father, W.E.D. Stokes Sr. (1852-1926). One cannot accurately sum up a horrible old reprobate like Stokes Sr. in only a few sentences. His Mayflower antecedents, enriched by Phelps Dodge mining millions, managed to produce a chronic litigant, philanderer and wife beater who provided the press of his day with infinite fodder. He is principally remembered, kindly I must say, as the West Side developer who built the Ansonia Hotel. On the debit side, Stokes beat Weddie's mother, Rita Hernandez de Alba Acosta (1875-1929) seen in the Boldini portrait below, accused his second wife of having an affair with his son, attacked a couple of vaudeville cuties named Lillian Graham and Ethel Conrad who shot him in self defense, argued for the careful selection of human stock in a book titled "The Right to be Well Born" and, while providing his lawyers with many billable hours, required them to sue him in order to get paid. The only person he liked - and only after a long delayed reconciliation - was Weddie, to whom he left his entire estate. This provoked posthumous rounds of litigation instituted by his second wife and her two children.
Some interesting miscellany re. Rita Stokes. When W.E.D. Stokes married her in 1895, she was 19 years old and considered the most perfectly beautiful woman in New York. She hated Weddie and couldn't bear to be near him. Her second husband was David Lydig's brother, Philip, and as Mrs. Philip Lydig she became a noted figure in New York society. Until forcerd by diminishing funds to move into an hotel, she lived at 123 East 55th St., a house famously renovated and occupied by Elsie de Wolfe and Elisabeth Marbury.
As a boy, Stoke's son Weddie followed the familiar route of many a privileged son. After Andover and Yale, he became a World War One naval officer, and finally earned a postwar law degree (which I don't think he used) from the University of Chicago. Weddie Stokes is remembered for running the Hotel Ansonia, inherited from his father, shamelessly into the ground, and also for co-founding the Berkshire Country Day School. I'm glad he did something right. According to his 1992 obituary in the Berkshire Eagle, "Mr. Stokes was known in Lenox - and in much of South Berkshire County - as a curmudgeonly critic of a wide range of practices, from intemperate use of gasoline and banks' imposition of high interest charges to vandalism in town parks. He was also an inveterate writer of letters to the editor." Weddie was 62 when he bought Thistlewood. He and his second wife Lucia, whom he married in 1938, stayed together in this house, until final purgatorial stints in nursing homes, for over 30 years.
I know, I know - there's something very wrong with the photo below, but we'll get back to that in a minute. New York designer Dan Dempsey and his partner Steve Rufo bought Thistlewood in 1990, put in the beautiful pool and pool house, did extensive indoor restoration work, and sold the place in 2002. The new owners hired Boston-based uber-decorator Nannette Lewis who promptly pulled the whole place apart, right down to the studs, and did it all over again. I am often baffled by this scenario, which I see all the time, in town and in the country.
I was at a luncheon yesterday, among 20-or-so gracious and conservative Republicans, of the sort among whom I seem fated to spend my final years. A yachtsman among them was unexpectedly describing the dire coastline consequences of global warming. I couldn't help but interrupt. "Tim," I said, "you're sounding like a Democrat." The porch at Thistlewood was demolished recently by one of those violent storms we get nowadays, that we hardly used to get at all.
Nannette Lewis's Thistlewood is a beautiful place, but it is no longer an old house. OK, OK, bits and pieces of the past remain - the graceful stair, an occasional leaded window, a bit of paneling - but these things are souvenirs. The new look and altered layout have definite aesthetic validity. It's a bit cool in here, perhaps, but luxurious and up to date. An old house lover like myself misses the wonderful old pantry (demolished), the unusual interior shutters (thrown out), and that delicious patinaed look that old houses get after being lived in for a century.
Just inside the stair hall, a door on the right leads to a reception room. The door and the paneling are old; the fireplace I wouldn't bet on.
Back to the center hall and around the corner to the right is the drawing room.
What I like about the Colonial Revival - besides an abundance of columns, dentils, brackets, balustrades and garlands - is what Dan Dempsey amusingly calls its "Rambo scale." I like houses with heft, and in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, big Colonial Revival houses delivered exactly that.
The view below looks south, from the drawing room to the dining room across the hall.
And this looks north (sort of), from the dining room to the drawing room. Inured as I am to a world of leaks, cracks and bulges in Millbrook, I found myself staring at Thistlewood's glass smooth walls and falling into a sort of trance state.
Beyond a pair of french doors at the south end of the dining room is a double height conservatory, which I am told was fabricated in England. I used to dream of filling a big, stone-floored, southwest conservatory with man-eating palms, king-sized ficus trees and a jungle of ferns and blooming succulents.
Who wouldn't love a kitchen of such surpassing scale and luxury? Of course I miss the old stuff, but that's just me.
The second floor originally had five bedrooms, but has been reconfigured into two extremely luxurious suites. The staircase, uncluttered by distracting personal possessions, has become an essay in pure form.
The master bedroom suite faces south and west. The opening on the right in the image below leads to an attached library/boudoir - well, maybe not a boudoir in this house.
What used to be a 5th bedroom, located on the other side of the fireplace wall below, is now a closet and dressing room complex adjacent to a sensational vintage-influenced bath.
Let's leave the master and take a look at the other suite, which occupies the northern half of the second floor.
It's very very (very) "done."
As is the connecting sitting room.
Even an opinionated and impractical old guy like me has to give these people credit for the bathrooms, which are every bit the equal of my beloved old-timers. On the subject of things modern, most modern light switches are totally counter-intuitive, but these are divinely easy to use. And "Scene?" In the bathroom? How wonderful.
In the image below, the door to the left of the master bedroom leads to the servants' stairs, aglow these days with the golden light of tasteful decoration. It connects the kitchen below with former servants' rooms on the floor above.
The third floor is shared by four color coordinated children's rooms, a tech depot, and two fabulous retro-style bathrooms.
Time to head downstairs to (can you guess?)....
..the basement (of course), where I wept at the perfection of it all, before fleeing upstairs and out the kitchen door.
There are no guest rooms at Thistlewood. However, there are 4 of them, plus 3.5 baths, in the opulently renovated carriage house.
Many of my readers know quite well what was wrong with the picture at the beginning of this post. Shutters that are screwed to the wall, as opposed to properly hinged, give the facade on which they are mounted a slightly bogus look. This is made worse when it is obvious from their size and shape that they could not possibly cover the windows they flank, even if they were hinged. Mobile homes and ranch houses have screw-on shutters; fine country houses do not. These should be removed immediately.
Thistlewood, including carriage house, pool, gardens and 13 acres of woods and lawn, is currently for sale for $6.9 million. My hosts, the kind and tolerant Suzanne Crerer and Kelley Vickery of Stone House Properties in West Stockbridge, represent the owners. More info is at www.stonehouseproperties.com.
Posted by John Foreman at 5:12 AM
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This is Horrible! The carpeting on the third stop me cold, and that kitchen! Disgusting! Too white, too, too...............ReplyDelete
But imagine how beautiful it would look if it were restoredDelete
I'm surprised they didn't paint the furnace beige.ReplyDelete
Beautiful house renovated to perfection. While not an "old" house in the true sense, with all the quirks, cracks, creaks, rot and endless maintenance headaches, this type of respectful renovation makes the old house viable for another century of survival. If left in it's worn, tired, state, it may well have been lost to demolition. Very successful. NYReplyDelete
It does not need to be wiped of all its personality and authenticity to be a low maintenance rot free house viable for another century.Delete
Oh dear. I think I'll just remain silent.ReplyDelete
Beautiful house; the freezing decoration I could do without. However, the clipped garden is truly wonderful and fits its context.ReplyDelete
A very handsome renovation, currently swathed in "resale white". Things were done perhaps a tad too much on the "Restoration Hardware" side of things but a new owner can easily inject some personality ("Color: Think about it." - Patrick Stewart in "Jeffrey" 1995).ReplyDelete
It's a tricky thing to toe the line between retaining "authenticity" and upgrading/updating a house for modern day living. I'd say they did a fair job in this instance. It's a lovely house set in beautiful grounds.
What are those stupid fake shutters doing alongside the windows?ReplyDelete
Jim of Olym
Way too chilly...now I understand why virtually the only thing in the dressing room is a fur coat! A glorious house in need of color!ReplyDelete
Is it a fur coat?... I was wondering. I couldn't figure out whether it was that, or just one of three very expensive bathrobes, in a carefully chosen palette of neutral shades, of course.ReplyDelete
The shutters are a bit difficult to understand. Since it is obvious money was no object in the renovation, why not have custom shutters made by any one of the number of companies that specialize in old-fashioned replacement shutters that are sized to exactly fit the windows and that are hinged to open and close.ReplyDelete
Bit too white for me but nice house with some history.ReplyDelete
The shutters are ridiculous, especially since I remember the original shudders were still there back when it was sold in the early 90's. It's hard to recognize most rooms after the latest renovation. The house has certainly lost the character it once had. That said the carriage house and basement have certainly been improved.ReplyDelete
Well done and attractive, but BORING.ReplyDelete
Well I have just seen this article! I can't believe this old house is a very cold looking house! white on rice! sorry but were is the warmth? The carriage house shows more character and charm. I agree about shutters being hinged not screwed,but, your remark is as cold as your taste! perhaps you should sip a hot cup of tea and warm your sole before your next remodel.ReplyDelete
Wow! I am overwhelmed by your marvelous house tour. Thank you.ReplyDelete
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