Photo by Alice Lum |
Tragedy would strike in April four years later when Isidor
and Ida Strauss set sail for New York upon the H.M.S. Titanic. As the ship slowly began to sank, the
elderly Ida withdrew her foot from the lifeboat and turned to her husband. “Where you go I will go,” she said.
Ida’s maid took her seat in the lifeboat as the aged couple
sat quietly on deck chairs holding hands.
As the years passed Herbert Straus and his wife spent happy
days in Middleton Farm; but what they lacked was a substantial Manhattan residence. Herbert began thinking about building a showplace.
East 71st Street just off Central Park in 1928
was lined with grand mansions. But it
was also a time when most wealthy New Yorkers were giving up huge private homes
in favor of luxurious apartments in modern buildings without the cost and
bother of maintaining the houses .
On February 3 of that year it was announced that a syndicate
had purchased six houses along East 71st to be replaced by a $5
million apartment building. Among them
was the Edward H. Van Ingen mansion at No. 9.
The Van Ingens had owned the house for decades.
When the ambitious apartment building plan fell through and
the property became available once again, Herbert Straus snatched it up. He commissioned architect Horace Trumbauer of
Philadelphia to design a 40-room French Renaissance palace. A few other millionaires were building new mansions
simultaneously—Virginia Graham Fair Vanderbilt, William Goadby Loew and George
F. Baker, for instance.
It was a carefree time when money flowed freely and every
common Joe played the stock market. But
those times were about to come crashing down.
The Straus home was meant to reflect taste, elegance and
wealth. Europe was swept for antiques
and fixtures. Entire 18th-century
rooms were purchased to be shipped to New York and installed in the new
mansion.
The 6-story French limestone mansion rose quickly but then,
on October 29, 1929, the stock market crashed.
The good times were over and the Great Depression changed the faces of
Americans.
Herbert Straus pressed on, however, and construction workers
were retained for three more years. Then
in 1931 he gave in, ordering work on the mansion—now 90 percent completed—stopped. To date he had spent approximately $600,000
on the project.
Herbert Straus would never see his dream home
completed. Still living in the
commodious apartment at 1144 Park Avenue he died in 1933 leaving an estate of
just under $12 million.
The house on East 71st Street sat empty for over
a decade. The New York Times would later
report that “His heirs…never saw fit to spend the additional money necessary to
put the finishing touches on this lavishly appointed home.” But there was the issue of real estate taxes.
Beautiful carvings decorate the entrance -- photo by Alice Lum |
To get rid of what they undoubtedly considered a white
elephant, the Straus family donated the house to the Roman Catholic
Archbishopric of New York in 1944. Now
the Church had a problem: what to do
with a lavish, uncompleted mansion on an exclusive Upper East Side block.
There was no need for another school or convent facility in
the neighborhood and the residential needs of church executives was fully taken
care of. But at least now the Catholic Church-owned property was tax-exempt; affording the Archdiocese
time to think.
photo by Alice Lum |
The facility was opened on September 8, 1945. The ground floor now housed a
Romanesque-style chapel hung with 16th century Genovese red velvet
donated by staff member Dr. John Morrisey.
The Louis XV reception room remained as did the dining room and library. Administrative offices were also on the first
floor. In the basement were a modern
kitchen and the nurses’ dining room.
Gleaming white tiles now lined the walls of the upstairs
rooms. Two elevators carried patients to
the new roof terrace where they could look out at Central Park.
The sumptuous French interiors were replaced by white tile. Above is the laundry on October 8, 1943 prior to opening -- photo NYPL Collection |
One of the most touching moments at St. Clare’s Extension
came about when an 82-year old homeless man was brought here. The blind man repeatedly attempted to sit on
the floor—in the elevator and in his assigned room, No. 203. A welfare worker explained to the nurses “He
has lived a long time in Bowery flophouses.
When there are no seats in flophouses, the men sit on the floor.”
Laurence Stroetz was bathed, given clean pajamas and a shave
and little by little the nuns learned of his life. He had been born in Little Germany on the
Lower East Side in 1877. His family
owned a grocery store at No. 165 2nd Avenue. But by now his entire family was gone.
The old man’s memory would come and go, but as time passed he
told the nuns that when he was in his 20s he played violin professionally. For two years he had been with Victor Herbert
in the Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra, he had played in the old Academy of Music
on 14th Street and he played at the Savoy and in the Lyceum Theatre
when Billie Burke performed in “Mrs. Dot.”
When Stroetz’s eyesight began fading he began sleeping in the
Bowery lodging houses. Around that time
another Bowery resident named Charlie, pawned Stroetz’s violin for him for
spending money. The old blind man had
not held a violin in the decades since.
One evening after dinner, around 8:00, the staff brought in
an old violin that had belonged to a deceased nun. Laurence Stroetz felt the instrument, ran his
fingers along the strings, then carefully tuned the violin and tightened the
old bow.
While the nuns stood hushed in the white tiled room, the old
blind man began playing. His first song,
“Sidewalks of New York,” was a bit shaky; but then he regained his self-assurance. He played Handel’s “Largo,” then “Humoresque”
and “The Blue Danube.
A group of listeners gathered in the hallway outside Room
203, lured by the violin strains.
Stroetz had rediscovered his touch and the music flowed from the old
violin. Then, as if he understood how
the piece would affect his audience, the old man finished his recital with Gounod’s
“Ave Maria.”
The old ragged man bowed to the applause he heard. But his blindness prevented his seeing the
tears that streamed down the cheeks of the assembled nuns.
The following week eye surgeons removed the cataracts that
had prevented Laurence Stroetz from seeing.
The Welfare Department placed him in a nursing home so he could stay out
of the Bowery flophouses. And he
received a new violin.
photo by Alice Lum |
The school would remain here for over two decades before
moving uptown. In 1989 retail mogul
Leslie H. Wexner, founder of The Limited purchased No. 9 East 71st
Street for $13.2 million. Wexner spent
tens of millions of dollars in restoration, decoration and artwork to reconvert
the 21,000 square foot mansion into a private home.
For the first time in half a century the magnificent French
Renaissance mansion would be a home.
Except Wexner never lived here.
An advisor to the millionaire told The New York Times in 1996 that he
spent no more than two months in the house.
Herbert Straus never had a chance to enjoy his glorious showplace. But after a long history of institutional
use, it is unexpectedly a private family home today; home to disgraced financier billionaire Jeffrey Edward Epstein. Following his arrest on July 6, 2019, the magnificent oak entrance doors were crowbarred open by investigators seeking evidence of Epstein's alleged sexual abuse of underage girls. Otherwise the mansion externally shows little change from 1933.
Wow! Another great story! Thanks Tom!
ReplyDeleteMy name is Corviniano Rodriguez Galvan. I am a retired ophthalmologist 80 years old. I worked as Resident at St. Clare´s since May 1958 to 1959. My bosses were Dr. Gerolamo Bonaccolto and Dr. Ramón Castroviejo. I had the oportunity of assisting at the operating room to a great deal of important surgeons working in New York at that time. I got along very well with the nuns, the owners of the Hostpital, nurses like Ann Burke and Leatrice Benke, Maria a wonderful portorican girl. William the cook, and so on. I will never forget the year I spent there...........
ReplyDeleteDear Dr. Galvan,
DeleteThank you for your contribution to this story. My great grandaunt, Mother Alice, for whom the Mother Alice Pavillion was named, founded St. Clare's. Do you remember Mother?
Dr. Galvan. Thank you for your personal note in relation to the house.
ReplyDeleteAnd I went to school there from 1st through 6th grades when it was Birch Wathen - though I wasn't really such a "well-to-do" kid! An intimidating building for a small child, far fancier than what one would expect for a school. Birch was on W. 93rd Street before it moved to this building - it's not clear to me why they moved, unless they had aspirations that were more suited to an east side address than one on the upper west side?
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately it is now owned by Jeffrey Epstein, a convicted pedophile and trafficker in white slavery!
ReplyDeleteThat's the "advisor to the millionaire" noted in the story.
ReplyDeleteI was part of the BW move from the West Side to East 71st street. My best friend and I were accused of phoning in a bomb threat in the spring of 1963. The two of us were put on "social probation" by old lady Birch. We never did learn what that meant. The day we graduated in June, 1965 we learned the "perp" was the boyfriend of one of our classmates.
ReplyDeleteWow,that's an interesting detail!!
DeleteWexner also purchased the town house next door at the time he acquired #9, I think the address is #11. Wexner was renovating both at the same time. I live in the neighborhood and a friend's father was very involved on historic preservation and the planning commission at the time. There was a lot of uproar about all the permits Wexner was pulling for this project. At the time he was installing the most sophisticated security available and it required also sorts of unheard of work. While I do not remember him never really living there, I do recall talk of the problems it caused those around the property going on for some time.
ReplyDeleteOne day I walked down 71st to take a look at the place. As I was standing outside admiring the beautiful architecture, a well dressed gentleman with planes rolled up comes out. He asked what I thought and we started talking about how beautiful it was. He told me a little about the history and how the house next door was going to be for staff. Then he asked if I would like a tour. If it had not been full of workmen, I might have declined. It was incredible. What they were doing was beautiful, he pret
@ 1949-1950 my mother lived in an apartment at 11 East 71 St, moved out for a couple of years and moved back in when I was a toddler and we lived there until I was 3. Strange to see that Epstein may have purchased it for his staff.
DeleteSaw you updated this post for recent events. I understand the haste of the investigators to get into the house in case the evil Epstein had someone in there destroying evidence. Still, I wish they hadn't crowbarred that door!
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