In the 1860s the block of East 71st
Street between Third and Second Avenues saw the rise of speculative
brownstone-fronted homes. Three bays
wide and sporting elaborately-carved entrances; the homes were intended for
respectable middle to upper-middle class families. At the time the neighborhood was slightly
marginal—sitting only a few blocks from the gritty district near the East River
that one newspaper deemed “a colony of laborers.” The homes, while comfortable and attractive,
were little different than hundreds of brownstone dwellings being thrown up
throughout the expanding city. It would
be a full century before No. 251 East 71st Street could be termed “remarkable.”
But before that day would come, the residence was home to a
string of equally unremarkable owners who spent their lives modestly and
quietly. The Rev. William G. French was
the first owner. In 1865 he was a member
of the New York Protestant Episcopal City Mission Society and worked as a
missionary on Blackwell’s Island. His would
have been an unglamorous position.
Blackwell’s Island was the site of the Small Pox Hospital
and the Workhouse and the Charity Hospital.
French would have worked with the most indigent, criminal and diseased
elements of New York society—few of whom one may imagine, were eager to receive
his religious outreach. By 1880 he would
obtain the position of Chaplain of the Workhouse.
No. 251 was a match to its neighbor to the right. |
But by now the house on East 71st Street had
become home to the Chapman family. The
unmarried Ellen L. Chapman taught in the Girls’ Department of Grammar School
No. 7 far downtown at No. 60 Chrystie Street for years. The house continued to change hands somewhat
rapidly. In the 1890s it was home to
James B. Smith, an art enthusiast; and at the turn of the century William E.
Schastey and his family lived here.
Schastey lived in the house with his wife and child. He was in the building business “in which he
was prominently known,” according to The New York Times. But it was his military record for which
Schastey was best known and respected.
For years he was a member of the elite Seventh Regiment, popularly known
as the “Silk Stocking Regiment” because it attracted the sons of New York’s
millionaires in the mid-1800s. He was
first lieutenant when the Spanish-American War erupted; and was captain of
Company G of the 201st New York Volunteer Infantry when the regiment
was mustered out of service in 1899.
On Wednesday September 29, 1909 William E. Schastey was in
Norfolk, Virginia when he was stricken with “acute indigestion.” The 39-year old contractor died within
hours. His body was brought back to New
York and the funeral was held in the house on 71st Street the
following Saturday morning.
The dwelling was purchased soon after by Wilhelmina Miller. The widow of Erhardt Miller, she owned other
property in Manhattan and received her husband’s pension--$8.00 per month—earned
through his service in the artillery company of the 65th Regiment.
By the 1920s and ‘30s it appears the old Victorian house was
being operated as a rather upscale rooming house. Josephine Lucille Zrust lived here in 1922
while she did graduate work at Columbia University’s department of
sociology. The Department of Buildings
apparently caught up with the owners in 1937 when the building received a “multiple
dwelling violation.”
In 1961 the house was formally converted to apartments—one per
floor. But it would be a short-lived
renovation. In 1969 the old brownstone
was razed to be replaced by an ultra-modern townhouse that epitomized the
60s. Designed by architect Maurice
Medcalfe of the architectural firm Hills & Medcalfe at No. 36 East 57th
Street, it captured the Space Age in mortar and glass. Completed the same year that the astronauts
walked on the moon, its minimal design relied on a stark flat surface broken by
regimented rows of bulging oval glass windows.
It was Barbarella Meets the Upper
East Side.
The vicious contrast between what was quickly termed the “Bubble
House” and the staid architecture of the rest of the block resulted in
immediate and unbridled opinion. The New York Times diplomatically called
the swelling portholes “An interesting variation of the bay window.” The AIA
Guide to New York City accused the house of being an excellent argument for
the extension of historic districts.
For many years the Donna Schneier Fine Arts gallery was
located in the lowest floor of the building.
Nearly half a century after its construction, the structure’s period
design continues to shock the casual passerby.
And the address which for a century was unremarkable is quite remarkable
today.
photographs taken by the author
Very unusual!
ReplyDeleteRemarkable? Maybe remarkably ugly. A conceptual idea that should have remained on paper
ReplyDeleteNot everyone's taste, but like the Chainmail Building, unique and intellectually interesting. The 60's where a different time...
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I myself find this incredibly ugly. But then, I don't like 1960's nor modern design. Even if you love this house, you have to admit it looks ridiculous between the brownstones.
ReplyDeleteThe 1960's were not all bad in NYC, consider the crazy space age 1964 New York State Pavillion in Flushing Meadow Park, not only unique and interesting but a spectacular design and jaw droppingly awesome. This however is a visual travesty stuck between a row of pleasant brownstones
ReplyDeleteI'll say one thing for this house, every time I see it, it makes me laugh.
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I've always loved this house. Wouldn't want to live in it, necessarily, but seeing the contrast between this house and its neighbors makes me smile.
ReplyDeleteIt so little resembles a house at all somehow removes it from criticism as "architecture" Inhabiting the realm of absurdity as it does, I like it ....
ReplyDeleteHow would your mother open the window and holler for you to come up for dinner or how would she throw down a nickle for you to go buy a treat.
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