By the outbreak of the Civil War the block of West 22nd
Street between Seventh and Eighth Avenues was fully developed. The area north of 14th Street
which had been pastoral farmland half a century earlier, was now the bustling
community that took its name from the Clement Clarke Moore estate, Chelsea.
Nearly all the wide, upscale homes on the block were in the
Greek Revival style, wildly popular for New York rowhouses from the mid 1830s
through the 1850s. Their tall brownstone
stoops formed a regimented pattern along sidewalk. The ubiquitous presence of the near-clones
made two houses stand out—Nos. 234 and 236 West 22nd Street.
The architect stepped out of the Greek Revival box and
presented two upscale residences in the new Anglo-Italianate style. Faced in brownstone, they dismissed the high
stoops of their neighbors in favor of shallow, three-step porches. Although they sat no further back from the
property line than the rest of the houses, the absence of the necessarily-deep
stoops provided extra large garden areas.
A substantial cornice separated the rusticated base with arched openings
from the upper three stories. Here the stone-framed
windows of each successive grew gradually shorter.
Following the death of James H. Leverich of Louisiana, his
widow and her two sons, along with James’s two brothers, Henry and Charles,
moved to New York. With the war raging, Mrs.
Leverich moved north and into the new house at No. 234.
The widow of Southerner James E. Leverich lived at No. 234 during the Civil War |
At least one of James’s brothers, W. E. Leverich, remained in
the South and in 1861 was in need of funds.
He applied to the Mechanics and Traders’ Bank to transfer 30 shares of
capital stock from Henry’s account in New York.
It was an idea that raised the ire of the Confederate bankers and
Attorney General.
On Friday June 21, 1861 the New Orleans Picayune reported “The
President of the Bank entertaining serious doubts as to the propriety and
legality of such a transfer, addressed a communication to the Attorney-General
of the State, soliciting his opinion in the premises. The answer of this officer is conclusive as
to the illegality of the proceeding…No intercourse, other than a hostile one,
can be tolerated between the people of the two sections.”
The Attorney-General Thomas J. Semmes said, in part, that
there was no such thing as “war for arms and a peace for commerce. Mr. H. S. Leverich being domiciled in New
York is to be regarded as an alien enemy, and no person domiciled within the
Confederates States can hold any intercourse or communication with him during
the war.” It was seemingly the last
attempt of the Leverich brothers to exchange funds.
On Wednesday, March 23, 1864 the Mrs. Leverich's eldest son, Jasper
Strong Leverich, died in the house on West 22nd Street at the age of
28. At 9:00 on Friday morning the 25th
his funeral was held in his mother’s parlor.
Jasper’s brother, James H. Leverich, then only 6 or 7 years old, would
grow into a successful businessman and a member of the Stock Exchange.
In the meantime, next door at No. 236 lived the family of Dr.
Benjamin Wolfsohn, deemed by The New York Times to be “a respectable physician
of this city.” Born in Germany, Dr.
Wolfsohn lived in the house with his grown son, Edward, an accomplished
pianist.
On Friday evening, September 22, 1865 the 69-year old
physician left the house to attend a meeting of the Harmonie Club at No. 141 8th
Street. Five days later The New York
Times reported that “He tarried there until after 10 o’clock, and then, taking
cheerful leave of his companions, departed, as everyone supposed, for his
dwelling.”
The following morning Edward discovered that his father had
never returned home. Concerned, he made
inquiries among the club members, but no one had any information beyond his
leaving the club. Concern grew to near
panic as Edward feared that his father had been a victim of a local gang.
The Times explained “Dr. Wolfsohn having been a man of
regular and abstentious habits and well-balanced mind, and never having been
away from home at night without making whereabouts know, his family naturally
feared that he might have fallen a victim of the Sixteenth Ward banditti while
on his way home from the club.”
On Monday the Harmonie Club offered a $600 reward for
information as to the whereabouts of Dr. Wolfson—an attractive $8,000
today. Unfortunately, it was already too
late. Two boys rowing a boat in the
Hudson River that morning off 23rd Street discovered a floating body. They secured it with ropes to keep it from
floating away and notified police.
Dr. Wolfsohn left No. 236 West 22nd Street on September 22, 1865 never to return. |
The New York Times reported that “when the corpse was taken
from the river it was found to be that of Dr. Wolfsohn. The doctor’s gold watch, wallet, (containing
a considerable amount of money), his gold spectacles, and other valuables being
on his person, of course all idea of foul play was banished from the minds of
the spectators and police.”
The family was not so sure.
The newspaper noted “but the relatives, unable to take a cool view of
the subject, insisted that he had been foully murdered, although they could see
no early reason for the commission of the deed.”
At the family’s insistence, a “searching inquest” was
initiated. Witnesses were interviewed
and a week-long investigation was conducted.
The conclusion was that “it seems probably that the Doctor, when he left
the stage which he took at the club-room door, busily engaged with his own
thoughts, walked in the wrong direction and into the river. This theory is supported by the testimony of
the watchmen on two vessels which were moored near the Twenty-third-street-pier,
who say that at about 11 o’clock on Friday night they heard a splash and a
shout for aid.”
The first instance of real scandal at No. 234 West 22nd
Street occurred in September 1881. The widowed
Rosetta Van Loan lived here with her young daughter, Hattie. On September 9 Frank Hawley, who worked as a
clerk at No. 391 Broadway, was arrested by a Deputy Sheriff on charges filed by
Mrs. Van Loan. According to her suit, he
had seduced her daughter and she demanded $10,000 in damages.
It would not be the last instance of an unfavorable
spotlight being focused on the house.
By 1896 No. 234 was apparely being operated as a boarding
house—as were many of the once-refined homes on the block. George McQuillan lived here and ran a saloon nearby
at No. 216 Seventh Avenue between 22nd and 23rd
Streets. The Irishman’s brother, James,
worked as a bartender and was described by The New York Times as being “reputed
to be a skillful boxer and a hard hitter.”
Also working for McQuillen was waiter Elmer E. Holloway.
Holloway was from a respectable Michigan family, but “he was
headstrong and wayward, and left his home in disgrace,” said The Times. On May 7, 1896 Holloway had “been carousing”
with a young woman, Carrie Simon and around 4 in the morning they encountered
the bartender who was just leaving the George McQuillen’s saloon.
“Suddenly and apparently without any particular reason,
angry words passed between McQuillan and Holloway. Exactly what the quarrel was about none of
the men or the woman seemed to know yesterday, but it was said that McQuillan
had made a remark to the woman which Holloway resented,” said the newspaper.
James McQuillen landed two heavy blows on the face of the
drunken Holloway, who fell into the gutter and struck his head on the
curbstone. He died instantly.
George McQuillen was still living in the house in 1901 when
40-year old Jennie Smyth caused a ruckus at Sixth Avenue and 17th
Street. Obviously drunk, she was handing
out $100 bills to anyone who passed, causing a near riot.
When a policeman arrived, “he found a mob of howling men and
boys surrounding a well-dressed woman who was struggling in their midst like
the possessor of the pigskin in a football game. Her clothing was disarranged and she was
hilarious over the amusement she was creating.
In one hand she clasped loosely a huge roll of greenbacks. With the other she separated the bills from
the roll, and without regard for denomination scattered them among the crowd,”
reported The Times on April 20, 1901.
She was arrested for intoxication and gave her name as
Jennie Smith and her address as No. 120 West 148th Street. Then she changed her mind and said she lived
at No. 120 West 28th Street.
In fact, she did not live at either address. She had $2,000 in cash on her at the time of
her arrest.
George McQuillan came to her aid; bailing her out and arranging
a cab for her. He corrected her name
with the police, but told them nothing more.
“I don’t know how she ever got $2,000,” he said.
In 1903 the New York Society for the Enforcement of the
Excise Law was formed by reformist ministers and the Parkhurst society (a group
intent on stomping out the evils of alcohol, illicit sex and other vices). Agents of the Society busied themselves on
Sundays checking to ensure that saloons and liquor stores were shuttered
tightly. If not, they filed formal
complaints with the police.
A year later, on January 12, 1904, George McQuillan found
himself in the Society’s sights. He was
held on $500 bail awaiting trial for serving liquor on Sunday.
In 1911 Mrs. Otto Kuster ran the boarding house at No. 234
West 22nd Street. Among her
tenants was John D. Edwards who earned a living as a floor walker in one of the
Sixth Avenue department stores along what would later be termed “The Ladies’
Mile.”
Mrs. Kuster’s relationship with Edwards apparently went
beyond a landlord-tenant affiliation.
The Children’s Society reported that Edwards, “who is a big man,”
assumed jurisdiction over her three children.”
Edwards’s form of child discipline was severe and
physical. Neighbors complained to the
police regarding the beatings; especially of 10-year old Mary Kuster. The Society reported that he “was especially
cruel to Mary, and, according to the testimony, beat her on the face with a
strap.”
On September 26, 1911 the Justices in Special Sessions
committed the child abuser to 60 days in the City Prison.
By the middle of the 20th century the Chelsea block
had significantly declined. Around this
time the two houses were joined internally and in 1955 there were seven
furnished rooms on the combined first floor, and eight on each of the upper
stories. The once elegant residences
were reduced to, essentially, a flop house.
But neighborhoods in Manhattan change and as the century
drew to a close Chelsea had become a trendy and popular residential district
attracting upwardly mobile young professionals.
In 1989 the two homes were separated and No. 234 was converted to a
single-family home again. No. 236 would
follow suit in 2001. The
elegantly-restored homes have returned full circle to their upscale beginnings.
photographs by the author
photographs by the author
I lived at #236 from November 1995 to June 1996. I have fond memories of my time in NYC studying music. I wanted to form and Mamas and Papas style vocal group. My apartment was on the 2nd floor - the west half of what would have been the front parlor. A shared bath was in the hall. There was a fire escape - I used to open the French doors and sit out there and read. I would put bird seed on the railings. One of the other tenants told me at one time a church ran the house and it was a home for unwed mothers. While I was there I received a letter from a lawyer (everyone in the building did) - they were doing some fact finding about the nature of the tenancy - did I have a lease or not - that sort of thing. I think there was some litigation with the owners (Bob and Tom, known as the slumlords of Chelsea) and the neighbours at #234. There was a locked door on the 2nd floor that would have connected the two houses. It was run down, but suited me - $550/month. Next to me was a guy from Paris in NYC to take some finance courses. Down the hall was a retired merchant seaman - I helped him out when he had heart surgery. I musician Scott lived on the first floor facing the back. A nice couple lived on the first floor facing the street. She was recovering from an injury and he worked in film. He was working on 'The Preacher's Wife'. Upstairs where a few retirees. I guess we are all part of the history as well.
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