In 1887 the three story brick home at No. 116 Waverley Place had had a long string of upscale owners. But none were as memorable as Anne Charlotte Lynch who lived here in 1845. She helped set the future tone of Greenwich Village as a literary center with her weekly salons. Following the European trend, hers were reportedly the first in America.
Some of the foremost writers of the day appeared in Anne’s drawing room, including Fitz-Greene Halleck, Margaret Fuller, Herman Melville, Horace Greeley, William Cullen Bryant and Bayard Taylor. It was here in 1845 that Edgar Allan Poe gave the first public reading of his newly-published poem “The Raven.”
But when the children of John G. Warren, now deceased, sold the old home to James Cunningham in April 1887, its fate was sealed. Cunningham, who lived next door at No. 114 Waverley Place, was a well-known real estate developer. He spent $2,000 on the property for which he had much bigger plans.
Waverley Place was named in 1833 in honor of Sir Walter Scott who had died the previous year. It was the result of a petition by Greenwich Village admirers of the author and his 1814 novel Waverley. By the time Cunningham purchased the old house, the second “e” was informally disappearing and by the first decade of the 20th century would be gone forever.
In April 1891 architect Louis F. Heinecke filed plans for Cunningham’s project—a “five-story and basement brick and stone flat.” The projected cost of the apartment house was set at $20,000; or about $540,000 in 2016.
At a time when many “flat buildings” for middle class residents were encrusted with a conglomeration of bearded faces, ornate terra cotta panels and other decorations, the upscale Cecelia was refined and restrained. The Romanesque Revival brownstone base featured a handsome portico upheld by polished marble columns and pilasters. A quaint iron railing gave the illusion of a balcony above.
The openings of the second floor, trimmed in brownstone, were classically-inspired with Doric pilasters, entablatures and a single triangular pediment. Ornament in the higher stories included terra cotta panels and carved brownstone lintels. Above it all a complex, modillioned cornice announced “Cecelia,” not only the building’s name, but that of its owner, Cecelia Cunningham.
Among the first residents was Patrick McCabe, an Irish immigrant who had made a name in New York politics in the past few decades. He had held many political offices including City Marshall, Excise Inspector and Chief Clerk of the nearby Jefferson Market Courthouse.
McCabe suffered from diabetes and his condition became serious toward the end of 1893. The New York Times remarked “At one time Mr. McCabe weighed nearly 250 pounds, but he was brought down by his illness to nearly 125 pounds.” He died in his apartment in the Cecelia on Sunday night, March 18, 1894 and his funeral was held in St. Joseph’s Church on Sixth Avenue three days later.
Another early resident was Dr. Dennis L. Shea. He was educated at New York University’s Medical School and worked at St. Vincent’s Hospital before opening his own practice. On Valentine’s Day 1899 the 34-year old married Anna J. Weeks. The newlyweds moved to a brick home at No. 151 West 10th Street where they had a daughter. Tragically, Dr. Shea contracted meningitis a little over a year after their marriage and he died on July 24, 1900.
Another physician in the Cecelia was Dr. J. H. O’Connell. His medical acumen was well-respected and he was several times called upon by local officials. Such was the case in July 1897 when the new Convict Labor Law was enacted. The law replaced the former “forced labor” with “productive labor in the prisons”—the forerunner of prison programs like license plate making.
Critics complained, somewhat surprisingly, that the new program resulted in insanity. “Since the convict labor law went into operation, causing much enforced idleness among the prisoners, there has been a significant change for the worse both in the physical and mental health of the convicts at the Kings County Penitentiary as well as in their general conduct,” reported The Sun on June 21. The newspaper said there “have been more attempts at suicide and more violent outbreaks” than in any previous years.
Dr. J. J. O’Connor was appointed by a commission to look into the sanity of the prisoners. On July 20, 1897 he declared “no less than seven of them [were] maniacs.” The sub-headline in The Sun remarked “Idleness Said to be One Cause.”
Like Patrick McCabe, O’Connell attended St. Joseph’s Church. While Father Dennis P. O’Flynn was conducting the 10:00 mass on December 16, 1900, he noticed that John Kennedy was breathing heavily in the front pew. His head had fallen back and his face had lost its color.
The 74-year old retired trucker lived on Morton Street with his wife and two daughters. His doctors warned him against excitement; but that morning he was afraid of being late for church and had scurried down Sixth Avenue.
Without missing a beat in the mass, Father O’Flynn directed Father Malony to help the old man into the vestibule. Dr. O’Connell followed. According to the New-York Tribune the following day he “told Father Malony that Kennedy was beyond human help, and the priest anointed the dying man and administered extreme unction.”
All the while the mass continued. At the end of the service Father O’Flynn announced to the congregation that Kennedy had died.
James Cunningham seems to have overextended himself around this time. In February 1904 the Emigrant Industrial Savings Bank initiated foreclosure action against Cecelia Cunningham and later that year not only was the Cecelia sold at auction, but so were the Cunningham house at No. 114 and the house at No. 118, also owned by the couple.
|Before 1932, when this photograph was taken, the old house at No. 114 where the Cunninghams had lived, had been converted to studios. from the collection of the New York Public Library|
The respectable tenants of the Cecelia were no doubt shocked when the apartment of Thomas Butler was visited on April 8, 1905 by an undercover detective. Law enforcement was battling a rash of illegal gambling dens; among most popular being “handbook joints” where horse betting was carried on.
The following day The Sun reported that Acting Inspector Hogan “turned up the collar of his overcoat and otherwise disguised himself as a race player went to a place where he suspected a handbook was being run at 116 Waverly place. He was admitted without suspicion, and he says that he got $5 down on a horse in the fifth race.” Thomas Butler went to jail.
Dr. J. H. O’Connell was still in the building at the time. In the summer of 1906 Father O’Flynn was overcome by the heat while calling on a parishioner. “At first his condition was not regarded as serious, but later general debility set in and his condition became alarming,” reported the New-York Tribune on August 12. O’Connell attended his parish priest; and declared on August 11 that “he had little hope of his recovery.” Father O’Flynn was given last rights.
At least two of the women living in the Cecelia added to the independent and forward-thinking reputation of Greenwich Village females. In 1909 Minnie Kaufman was attending New York University’s Law School; and sociologist Mabel Boyd was in the building for at least two years between 1914 and 1916. Both women had ventured into nearly men-only professions.
Commercial illustrator Frederick J. Casavant, Jr., his wife and two-year old son lived here as World War I drew to a close. A native of Brandon, Vermont, he had studied at the Art Students League and was a member of the Illustrators Club. The Sun called him “among the best known of the younger illustrators in the city.”
Casavant contracted pneumonia in winter of 1919 and died in his apartment at the age of 32 on January 21. The Sun noted “Mr. Casavant devoted himself to commercial drawing and to work for magazines.”
Casavant’s widow and son would have to find new housing. The Real Estate Record & Builders’ Guide reported five weeks later that Alexander J. Hammerslough has purchased the Cecelia. “The house is to be extensively improved into studio apartments with modern improvements for occupancy about October 1.”
In 1930 Mrs. George King lived in a fifth floor apartment here. Temporarily staying with her was her niece, the 30-year old former Ziegfeld star, Allyn King. She had gained prominence when she was 20 years old and understudied Ina Claire in the Follies. Three years later she became a star in her own right when she played in Ladies Night.
But in 1927 Allyn King received a shock when her managers forced her to resign, saying she had gained too much weight. She set forth on a drastic effort to lose weight. According to The New York Times later, “She then placed herself on a strict diet, eating for breakfast a thin butterless slice of Graham toast, a glass or orange juice and a cup of black coffee. For lunch she ate either an apple or a pear, and her supper consisted of a few lettuce leaves and a tomato, or a mixture of celery, spinach or olives.”
Allyn apparently expected immediate results, for when she saw no visible weight loss in a few days, she resorted to reducing pills. Her mother found her a few days later unconscious in her apartment on East 86th Street.
The entertainer was placed in a private sanitarium in South Norwalk, Connecticut where she remained for two years. Upon her release she came to her aunt’s apartment on Waverly Place. Although she seemed improved, her mother was cautious, saying Allyn was sometimes “moody” and that “she was never permitted to go anywhere alone”
Nevertheless Allyn resumed her vocal training, taking two lessons a week. Her vocal coach thought she would be able to broadcast a short radio recital soon.
But her fragile condition turned tragic. On the morning of Saturday March 29, 1930 Georgia King noticed a rear window open. She looked down into the rear courtyard and “saw a crowd gathered below, around her niece’s huddled form,” wrote The New York Times. The newspaper gave the heartening news “She will recover, it was said at Bellevue Hospital.”
The prediction proved overly-optimistic. Allyn King died in the hospital the following morning. Her funeral on April 1 was attended by more than 200 people, many of them well known names in the theater.
In 1934 Otto E. Krist and his wife were frantic when their 18-year old daughter, Louise, went missing. Louise had “leanings toward poetry and music,” according to The Times, and was last seen on June 1 after attending a Village “poetry party.”
The Missing Persons Bureau blanketed the Village and surrounding areas with missing posters and her photograph was published in the newspapers. Finally, on June 18, a restaurant owner recognized Louise from the newspaper photo. Patrolman Robert Gleason approached her and her older companion. After insisting they were Mr. and Mrs. Robert White; Louise finally confessed her identity when confronted with the photograph.
She had met “Prince” Childe de Rohan d’Harcourt at the poetry party and for two weeks they had been living in cheap hotels and the apartments of friends. The 38-year old, of course, did not have a noble title; but he did have an extensive criminal record.
Robert d’Harcourt was charged with seduction while Louise vehemently professed their love. Calling him “Count Dear,” she said they intended to be married and only the fact that they had just $2 between them had so far prevented it. In the meantime, d’Harcourt said he had been trying to borrow the cost of a marriage license and told reporters “that he was the ‘supreme self’ and a genius”
Louise was arraigned in Woman’s Court on June 19; while her prince appeared in the West Side Court. The Krists apparently felt that the best thing for Louise was to simply marry the man; her chances now of finding a suitable suitor were, frankly, over. “Her parents,” reported The Times, “who sought in vain to induce her not to talk to reporters, were said by the police to favor the plan of an immediate marriage also.”
The Cecelia survived the 20th century with little outward alteration. A most startling renovation came in 2014 when it was converted to a 10,200-square foot single family home, designed by architect Dirk Denison. With upscale amenities like a roof-top swimming pool, it was placed on the market in 2015 for $35 million. It became more affordable when the price tag was reduced to $26.5 million early in 2016.
|Irish-born Patrick McCabe would not recognize the renovated interiors. photo Brown, Harris, Stevens|
non-credited photographs by the author
Tom- do you have a sense of what the original layout of the apartments were?ReplyDelete
The stair hall, of course, was on the left side above the entrance. There were most likely two apartments per floor with the living rooms facing the windows, front and rear. But that is merely conjecture based on normal flat floor plans.Delete
There was one apartment per floor, with the living room in the front of the building—looking out to Waverly PL—and the kitchen a d dining room in the rear of the apartment—overlooking the courtyard, and bedrooms and single bath in the middle.Delete
That interior is downright tragic. By the way, did the runaway girl marry the "count?"ReplyDelete
Apparently not. When Louise refused to press charges of "seduction" against him, authorities sent him to Ellis Island for detainment awaiting deportation proceedings. He was charged with "violation of immigration laws."Delete
I lived in the building during the summer of 1999. There was one apartment per floor, and my apartment had four bedrooms. It is likely one bedroom was created from part of the living room, and another bedroom was considered the dining room at one time. The living room did look over the street, and the kitchen was in the very rear of the building. It had never been renovated, so it was in very poor shape when I was there, with crumbling plaster throughout.ReplyDelete
Hi George, I'm writing about the history of this building, and the previous building at this address in the 19th century. If you would be up for chatting, that would be super helpful. You can reach me Jonah@tappingbones.com. Thanks!Delete
Jonah, I lived there in 1995. I can connect you with others with stories to tell! hilaryliftin [at] gmail [dot] comDelete