Sunday, October 21, 2012

This is What They Did

Last July, "Big Old Houses" made a visit to the Fletcher-Sinclair house, a Fifth Avenue chateau owned since 1955 by the Ukrainian Institute. The place was in the middle of a restoration project, in the wake of a fancy party hosted the previous May by Prada. The Ukrainians and Prada had made a deal: Prada could decorate the 2nd and 3rd floors however outlandishly they wanted - including a couple of purple and blood-red paint jobs - if they would strip, refinish and repaint when they were done.
The Ukrainian Institute is about the best steward of vintage architecture I've ever seen. For years they've operated their chateau as a gallery and event venue, but it still must have taken courage to give Prada such a free hand. C.P.H. Gilbert designed the building in 1897 with all the heft and ornamentation typical of the popular chateau style. The first owner, Isaac Fletcher, left it to the Metropolitan Museum, together with his important collection of pictures. In 1920 the Museum sold it to oil man Harry F. Sinclair. How many of my readers, I wonder, remember the slogan, "Drive with Care, and Buy Sinclair, Power X Gasoline?" (Not many, I'll wager)
The image below shows the drawing room last July. Prada didn't do anything on the first floor, although Sinclair evidently did quite a bit to the entire house. Most of the principal rooms underwent extensive redecoration in the scaled down taste of the 1920s, a taste at odds with the gorgeously over the top exterior. The drawing room, a noble park view chamber almost 42 feet long by 26 feet wide, is an exception. It doesn't look to me like Sinclair's decorator/architect did anything to it at all. Over the years, however, the paint caked up on the moldings and the involved wall sconces got a little ratty.
Prada fixed all that. There is nothing caked or ratty in this room.
A decision was made, however, that I would not have made. The wooden dado, the pilasters in each corner, those flanking the fireplace, and the thin dark band below the cove of the ceiling have all been stripped and stained dark walnut. I'll give you three reasons why I wouldn't have done this. 1) The refinishing job (done by Wall 2 Wall Painting in Brooklyn) may be superb, but that wood ain't oak - or mahogany or chestnut or any other close grained hardwood. It's just pine, or maybe fir, and was always meant to be painted. 2) Big as it is, this room had a delicious delicacy that has been lost by all that heavy brown detailing. And 3) The proportions of the room may be excellent, but that brown dado is too heavy for the skinny brown element under the cove. It throws the room's excellent proportions out of whack. Admittedly, it's a beautiful job, but if it were my house I'd be getting out the white paint.
Here's what the dining room looked like last July. When the house was built, Gilbert undoubtedly gave the client a dining room with lots of dark woodwork, an enormous matching fireplace, and probably a coffered ceiling, all of which must have looked terminally passe to the Sinclairs. The redesigned dining room has a refined Georgian mantelpiece, simplified wall treatments, delicate plaster details above the doors and on the ceiling and a crystal chandelier. On the big night in May, Prada painted the whole thing blood red, the same color you see in the overdoors. The walls in the view below have been painted one of several test colors. The paint grade woodwork on the dado, logically this time, was painted white.
The dining room windows, however, presented a different problem. They are not made of crappy pine but rather beautiful Honduran mahogany, or something similarly magnificent. They are left over from the old dining room, before the Georgian makeover with which they clash. This is why the Sinclairs painted them white.
How many beautiful old New York shutters have I seen, nailed into boxes alongside the windows they were intended to cover and sealed with a slathering of paint. The ones below have been meticulously stripped, refinished and remounted.
I'm glad I didn't have to decide about those dining room windows, because the hard truth is, the room looked better when they were painted white.
They let Prada loose on the third floor too. Let's see what happened up there.
If this house is anything like the buzillion other old mansions I've been in - and likely as not, it is - then the third floor originally had "his and her" master bedroom suites with a boudoir in between. Sinclair and his wife moved their bedrooms to the fourth floor. According to the annunciator tabs downstairs, they billeted a certain Miss Farrell in this room, but it would originally have belonged to Mr. Fletcher. Typical of a man's bedroom, the woodwork is close grained hardwood, painted purple by Prada, then restored to its original dark stained appearance. Unlike the drawing room on the floor below, the dark elements on these walls are properly proportioned.
Nothing has happened to the bathroom, but neither did Prada do anything to it. Old kitchens and bathrooms make huge contributions to the historic and aesthetic statements of old houses. The Ukrainians deserve high praise for preserving the downstairs kitchen in almost original condition - and finding it perfectly usable as the Institute's office. If I owned this house, I'd be out shopping for vintage bathroom fixtures right now.
The oval boudoir beyond the sliding doors in the image below is one more reason to love big old houses.
What a beautiful job they've done to restore this lovely room. The notion in museum-think that you must either demolish an old room or cover it up with white plasterboard is such bunk. The experience of seeing pictures is only enhanced by the beauty of their surroundings.
Mr. Sinclair's bedroom on the fourth floor was a sort of storage depot during the renovations. The Institute's Jasper Santa Ana is trying to get out of the way.
On display at the Institute during my last visit was an exhibit of Socialist Realism from the former Soviet Union. I have to admit, it was kind of terrific. Here's cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin being greeted by Nikita Krushchev and mobs of flag waving well wishers whose faces mask a hurricane of suppressed opinions.
Mrs. Sinclair's bathroom has remained untouched since its ill-considered disassembly years ago. Well, there's a little less junk in it recently, but no restoration plans on deck. As anyone who's been to the Waldorf knows, the bones of this bathroom are worthy of the Towers. It would be a wonderful addition to the house were it put back to original condition. I do not doubt for one instant that visitors would be fascinated to see pictures hanging in a bathroom. In the words of my late father, "I said it, and I'm glad."

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Civility in the Wild

Throughout the 17th and almost all of the 18th centuries, New York State was a Feudal society - and I mean Feudal with a capital "F." Our masters, first in Holland and later England, outsourced the tedious task of populating their empty wilderness to smooth talking speculators. These men received grants and patents for millions of acres on condition they convert them to tax-paying, wealth-generating colonies. This they mainly did by means of tenant farming. In time, the descendants of the great landholders, while never titled, became the closest thing America had to an aristocracy - a sort of "aristocracy-lite." The pillared portico above enframes the front door of Hyde Hall, built on a hill near Cooperstown, NY, between 1817 and 1833 by an heir to one of the great colonial land holding families, a man named George Clarke (1768-1835). The portrait below shows Clarke near the end of his life, seated before a picture of his manorial house. It was an oasis of culture and education in the middle of what my late father used to call "miles and miles of nothing but miles and miles." Actually, it was in the middle of tenants and tenants and nothing but tenants and tenants. Most of Clarke's land was scattered elswhere in the Hudson Valley and not contiguous to Hyde Hall. If you added it all together, it came to a whopping 120,000 acres.
The State of New York, owner of Hyde Hall since 1963, relocated the original gatehouse, as part of the development of Glimmerglass State Park, to a site quite close to the mansion. Here it is, in beautifully restored condition, but no longer the starting point of a mile long drive to the house. Hyde Hall was meant to be the centerpiece of a private empire whose wealth derived from agriculture and serfs - I mean, tenants. What could be more "18th Century" than that?
Like today's buyers of $90 million condos, New York's manorial lords never constituted a very large group. The Revolution thinned their ranks considerably, since most were Tories who found their lands forfeit at the end of the war. However, in a testament to the essential sweetness of the American character (along with generosity and jingoism) our new nation's post-revolutionary policy was not to confiscate the property of minors. George Clarke's family, likely as not, was about as pro-Tory as you could get. But his father died before the end of the war leaving underage George the owner of his American estates.
Hyde Hall was the largest private house constructed in the US between the Revolution and the Civil War. Its size is deceptive, however, and it takes walking around (and around, and around) its tractless-seeming interiors to appreciate its immensity. The house was built in four stages, starting in the south (to the left in the image below), extending up the west, culminating in the east, and finishing up on the north. In the process, a stone courtyard was created in the center.
The grandest portion is on the east, called the Great House, as if it were a separate structure.
Before the construction of Hyde Hall, the Clarkes hadn't actually lived on any of their American estates. Nor was Hyde Hall, curiously enough, built on one. Charmed by the view and motivated by the site's proximity to his wife's family's holdings, Clarke wound up buying it. His 120,000 inherited acres, accumulated by a great-grandfather also named George Clarke (1676-1760), were scattered elsewhere up and down the Hudson Valley. Great-grandfather Clarke, formerly a Lt. Gov. of the province of New York, had returned to England in the late 1750s, where he lived out his life with his sons and grandsons on a family estate called, not coincidentally, Hyde Hall. It wasn't until great-grandson George settled in Albany, New York in 1806 that a Clarke would ironically buy property from someone else to build a house.
The oldest part of Hyde Hall, now its southern wing, was originally a free standing villa. Built in 1817 to the designs of Philip Hooker, Albany's "architect du jour," it was meant to be a modest country retreat. You can't tell from these images, but the verandah columns are made of iron, a cutting edge construction touch at the time.
The western flank of the Hall went up in two stages. The part closest to the 1817 villa is an 1822-4 guestroom and staff addition. At its far end is an 1833-4 enlargement that houses improved kitchen and scullery facilities, plus reconfigured servants' quarters on the second floor. Busy barns stood immediately north of the mansion, which accounts for the blank north facing walls on both the servants' wing and the Great House.
Hyde Hall must have been a more or less continuous construction site from the day Clarke and his wife moved in. Mrs. Clarke, as a footnote, was the widow of James Fennimore Cooper's brother, Richard. The Great House, built with funds from another inheritance, is in a different league - vis a vis scale, design and interior finish - from the rest of the house. Its strangely unornamented porch columns, notable for their almost post-modern severity, stand in stark contrast to the lush Georgian interiors within. Refined Greek Revival ornamentation, so fashionable in faraway Manhattan - and equally so in much closer Albany - doesn't seem to have made it this far out into the country.
Time to go inside; Hyde Hall board chairman, Gib Vincent, has the key. The threshold, like the southern verandah columns, is made of iron.
There are four staircases in Hyde Hall. One of them, which we shall call staircase #1, is behind the Great House entrance hall. The walls in this room preserve their original sand-paint finish, intended (not with a great deal of success) to imitate marble. The entrance to the drawing room is immediately to the left of the front door.
There's a lot of furniture scattered around Hyde Hall, but not very many of the rooms look furnished. This magnificent drawing room is an exception. The mahogany box beside the marble mantel is for firewood; a door on the other side of the wall allows servants to fill it without disrupting family or guests.
The dining room, located on the other side of the entrance hall, is similarly grand. Hyde Hall has no electricity, a situation that was endured by the family right up until the day they left at the beginning of World War Two. The house stood vacant for 20 years before the state took it over in 1963. Parks and Recreation did nothing about electricity either.
When the builder of Hyde Hall died in 1835, his house and lands were inherited by his son, another George Clarke (1822-1899). The family luck with land continued to hold, at least for a while. When the so called Rent War of 1846 - our version of the Irish "troubles" - plunged the upstate countryside into chaos, other owners of surviving colonial estates found themselves compelled by the state legislature to sell to their tenants. Clarke, however, won a lawsuit that enabled him to keep his lands, set new rents at a dollar an acre, and offer new leases expiring in 1870.
When 1870 rolled around, Clarke proposed raising his tenants' annual quit rent from $1 to $2 per acre, a decision that precipitated a plague of burning, riot and death threats. By 1886, the land was mostly gone, Clarke was in bankruptcy, and Hyde Hall was on the auction block. Enter Clarke's son, still another George Clarke (1858-1914) who, after scrambling to put together the cash, managed to buy the house at auction. Until the eve of the First World War, Clarke led the life of a country squire at Hyde Hall. When he died in 1914, another George Clarke (1889-1955) stepped from the wings to pick up where his father left off.
The dining room chandeliers still burn oil; Gib is demonstrating the refueling process.
The stone floor in the corridor outside the dining room is laid directly on the earth; what looks like a dumbwaiter is actually the port for the dining room wood box; the curved wall in the central court surrounds staircase #1; staircase #2 lies ahead of us in the corridor to the kitchen.
New York State finally did put electricity, but only in the kitchen. Note the surface mounted box with the wire mold feed. This room is located in the service addition of 1833-4 and is used today as a workroom. I'd guess 20-30% of Hyde Hall remains in a similarly unrestored condition.
Except for the ceiling, the servants' dining hall next door looks practically new; the scullery beyond it is a wreck; and the servants' hall at the end of this wing is somewhere in the middle. We'll be taking staircase #3 from the servants' hall to a bewildering maze of servants' bedrooms on the second floor.
I couldn't make any sense out of the floor plan up here. It seemed an almost random agglomeration of connecting rooms with a notable lack of corridors.
Architectural logic reappears at the top of staircase #2, the starting point of a long hall that overlooks the central court on one side and gives access to guestrooms on the other. There is an undeniable charm to antique buildings, but that charm often exists in spite of a bad floor plan.
After a backward glance down the guest corridor, I continued into the 1817 villa. This is where the family bedrooms were, grouped around the second floor landing of staircase #4. Even at its peak, which was probably in the Edwardian period, Hyde Hall suffered from a woeful lack of bathrooms. Don't even ask about the heating; there was none, unless you count the fireplaces. As for electricity, we've covered that already.
This childrens' room, for reasons that escape me, has the best lake view.
The unrenovated master bedroom overlooks the central court. I'm told it once had an adjacent bathroom - shared, actually, with the children - but the state removed it in the 1960s. A corridor running along the back of the Great House was used by the Clarkes as a master bedroom closet.
At the end of that closet, beyond a door that used to be kept closed, is the second floor landing of staircase #1. The Great House entry hall is on the floor below; the curved wall of this staircase is articulated in the central courtyard; upstairs is a billiard room, last used as a bedroom, with a terrace over the entry porch and a view of Lake Otsego.
Time to take staircase #1 back to the ground floor.
Dizzy from all these rooms I almost missed an entire wing, located on the first floor of the original villa.
The family dining room overlooks the central court, instead of the lake, from a convenient location about two thirds of a mile from the kitchen.
Next door to it is a chapel, cobbled together from an early Mrs. Clarkes' bedroom and boudoir. Next door to that is a two-room library.
An early Mr. Clarke's bedroom in water-stained pink connects with his office in pigeon blood red. I think I can now safely say that I have seen Hyde Hall.
After glancing quickly at an unidentified outbuilding, plus a barn now used as the visitors' center, I recrossed the relocated bridge, exited through the relocated gate house, got into the Big Old House-mobile and drove back to Millbrook.
In 1963, the New York State Department of Parks, Recreation and Historic Preservation didn't have those last three words in its name. Back then, the department had neither a mandate nor any expertise in dealing with historic structures. Its first reaction upon taking title to Hyde Hall was to tear it down. This would surely have happened were it not for the intervention of a group of neighbors and Clarke family descendants who called themselves the Friends of Hyde Hall. The Friends today maintain the house on a renewable long term lease, keep it open to the public, raise money for its restoration, and sponsor an ongoing calendar of events and activities. Hyde Hall is a terrific day trip destination; the link is www.hydehall.org.