As soon as you have ridden, or walked—it is better to walk if there is plenty of time—beyond the fine elms of the ancient Flushing streets, you will be in as peaceful looking farming country as can be found anywhere. But the interesting thing about it is that here are seen not merely a few incongruous green patches that happen to be left between rapidly devouring suburban towns—like the fields near Woodside where the German women work—out here one rides through acre after acre of it, farm after farm, mile after mile, up hill, down hill, corn-fields, wheat-fields, stone fences, rail fences, no fences, and never a town in sight, much less anything to suggest the city.—Jesse Lynch Williams, 1902
In the early 1900s, when the 250-year-old Sprong-Duryea house was already considered a decaying relic, Flushing was still flush, so to speak, with farmlands and livestock. Most farmers kept their chickens and cows outside in barns and pens. But the cow and chickens at the Sprong-Duryea homestead lived in a stable in the former drawing room, and in coops set up in the bedrooms of the old house.
Located near the intersection of present-day Pidgeon Meadow Road and 168th Street, the old stone house was constructed in 1662 by Johannes Sprong (aka Johannis Sprungh), who came to New Amsterdam in 1660 when he was about 20 years old. One source claims Johannes came from the Town of Bonn, Drenthe, in northern Holland. The Brooklyn Daily Eagle, however, states he was from Barton, England.
In either case, the young man was an enterprising pioneer who had ideas of founding a homestead far away from any type of civilization. He reportedly obtained permission from the colonial government to chose a tract of wild land southeast of the newly established village of Flushing for his homestead. There, on about 100 acres of prime rolling land, he lived and traded with the Matinecock Native Americans.
Finding an abundance of large stones on the land, Johannes built his homestead after the style of an English or Irish cottage. The walls were two feet thick of solid masonry, the small windows were set deep with broad sills and sashes that opened backward and forward on hinges, and oaken shutters could be barred from the inside. The home had 12 rooms, including several bedrooms and a kitchen with a large fireplace and bake oven.
Now that he had a homestead, Johannes set out to fill all those rooms with children. He and his wife, Anna Sodelaers of Bergen, Norway, had 10 children. One of their daughters, Annetje, married Simon Duryea in 1715. Members of the Sprong and and Duryea families would occupy the house for the next 200 years.
The Revolutionary War Period
During the Revolution, the old stone house was occupied as a fort for nearby residents. A cannon was reportedly mounted in the attic and a port hole was cut through the wall for the large gun. At one point during the war, an iron cannonball about the size of a croquet ball became imbedded in the walls.
At this time, Ida Sprong was living in the house with her family. Her husband (unknown name) was fighting with the Continental Army, so she was left alone to defend her home and family.
When the parties of marauding British became too large for her to cope with successfully by force, she pretended to side with them by sharing the stores of her household. She also allowed the Hessian officers to use the home as their headquarters while the British remained in Queens, from Whitestone to Jamaica.
One odd animal story from this time is about a Flushing farmer whose pig went missing from the pen one night. The farmer’s house was near the Hessian headquarters at the Sprong house, so he suspected the soldiers took the pig.
The farmer summoned some of his neighbors and they went into the house in search of the pig. They found the pig in bed with a solider, who told them he never dreamed anyone would come looking for the pig in his bed.
Sometime just prior to the Revolutionary War, Jacob Suydam operated a grist mill near Kissena Lake, not far from the Druyea homestead. Following his death in 1778, his son-in-law, Joseph Totten, took over the mill.
In 1803, Aaron Duryea purchased the land, which included Kissena Lake and the mill, from Joseph Totten. It was Whitehead Duryea, a son of Aaron, who was the last of the descendants to live in the old Sprong house.
Fifty years later, in 1853, the Flushing Cemetery was founded on the 20-acre farm of John Purchase, which was adjacent to the Sprong-Duryea homestead. Up until this point, John, who was a butcher in the village of Flushing, had grazed his cattle on this land.
Around 1877, the Flushing Cemetery paid Whitehead Duryea $22,000 for his land in order to expand the cemetery. Eventually, the cemetery association leased the old stone house to the Kissena Nursery Company, which had been established near Kissena Lake by Samuel Parsons in 1838.
By 1905, the old Sprong-Duryea house was being occupied by nursery worker Charles Tway and possibly other workers employed at the Kissena Nursery. (I’m not sure if the cow and chickens were still there by this time.)
With the old stone house falling into decay, nearby residents began filing complaints. The Historical Society tried to raise enough money to purchase the property from the Flushing Cemetery Corporation, but sadly, they were not able to get the funds. Sometime around 1906, the Department of Buildings ordered for the house to be demolished.
The Winter Garden Theatre was home to the original Broadway production of Catsfrom 1982 until the production closed in 2000. But about 50 years before the creepy human cats appeared on stage, the theater was famous for its real cats, Minnie and Miss Frothingham.
Animal mascots on Broadway were quite popular in Old New York–almost every theater in New York City had at least one cat, dog, or monkey mascot. Union Square Jim took top honors as favorite theater mascot cat in the late 1800s, but it was Minnie, the feline mascot of the Winter Garden Theatre, who garnered the most publicity in the twentieth century.
Minnie was even more popular than Miss Frothingham, who was reportedly the feline star of the show at the Winter Garden. Much of Minnie’s publicity was courtesy of New York Daily News columnist John Chapman, who often wrote about the cat’s adventures in his “Mainly About Manhattan” column.
According to Chapman, Minnie arrived at the Winter Garden Theatre in the fall of 1928, which was the year Warner Bros. took over and converted the former theater into a movie house. (The theater returned to a live performance format in 1933). She made her way to the Montmartre Club, which then occupied the second floor of the three-story nightclub space on the 50th Street/Seventh Avenue side of the building.
The nightclub’s cook fed Minnie and made her welcome. The club had lots of mice, so there was lots of work to keep the kitten busy.
The Montmartre folded following the crash of 1929, but luckily, Larry McAllister, an engineer for the Winter Garden Theatre, found Minnie roaming around the deserted club. He took her back stage and fed her. Then he put her in the cellar where she reportedly captured a rat twice her size.
That catch earned Minnie the title of official mascot of the Winter Garden Theatre.
According to Chapman, her number-one fan, Minnie was a lady who never left the building. She never had a husband and she never had children. She did have lots of friends, though, especially among the 40-60 stage hands working at the theater at any given time.
The stage hands also adored Minnie, and they would often bring her food and boxes of catnip. In return, any time she caught a mouse she would leave her kill just outside the stage door as a gift for her friends. If one of her favorite stage hands was transferred, she would sit at the door all day waiting for him to return.
Minnie didn’t care for the show girls, but she did make an impression with actress Fanny Brice of the Ziegfeld Follies, who tried to adopt the cat for her own. Morrie the night watchman would not allow it, as he never let Minnie out of his sight.
The popular Winter Garden Theatre cat was not only adored by Chapman and other humans–it seems that Midnight, the mascot cat for Radio City Music Hall, was also smitten with Minnie. The male cat reportedly “sent” a letter to the Daily News that read as follows:
Could you possibly arrange a meeting between the undersigned and Minnie, of the Winter Garden? I am a bachelor, 2 ½ years old, and I occupy a floor and terrace overlooking 50th Street and Sixth Avenue. I can offer her good grub, as I am fed on calf’s liver, chicken and fish. Sometimes, after a cocktail party in the apartment Roxy built [the private suite designed for Samuel Roxy Rothafel], I get caviar.
Minnie Appears on Stage at the Winter Garden
Although Chapman insisted that Minnie never once walked onto the stage at the Winter Garden during a performance, other reporters told a different story. According to one newspaper, Minnie once walked on during a “mood” song and took a position downstage center. With the attention of the audience centered on Minnie, the number was ruined. Another time she reportedly chased a dog off the stage, which stopped the show.
Once, someone submitted an application for Minnie for the Actors’ Equity Association. She was almost accepted until the association found out that it was a joke. (I wonder what last name was used on the application?)
During theater productions, when she wasn’t on stage, Minnie spent her time in the basement. As soon as the curtain rose at the end of the show (she knew when the curtain was raised because the rigging extended into the basement), Minnie would come upstairs and wait for Morrie by the water fountain near the stage door.
While Minnie waited, the performers would all stop to caress her while exiting the door. Then she would follow Morrie all around the theater as he made his rounds when the theater had closed.
Minnie reportedly made her official Winter Garden Theatre debut in 1933, in a comedic play written by Russel Crouse (of The Sound of Music fame) called “Hold Your Horses.” I find this hard to believe, however, because by this time Minnie was already five years old and no doubt way too big for the part she reportedly played. But according to her pal Chapman, Minnie was used as a prop for actor Joe Cook, who “poured” the cat from a small wine goblet during one scene.
In April 1937, the Brooklyn Daily Eagle reported that Minnie had adopted a kitten. Apparently, Morrie had brought the stray kitten to the theater, never suspecting that Minnie’s maternal instincts would kick in.
One month later, Minnie died following an operation. The very night that Minnie died, a new cat arrived backstage to muscle in on Minnie’s territory. According to Chapman, the Winter Garden crew decided that this cat was not a suitable successor. Minnie was a lady; this cat was not.
Russel Crouse and Miss Frothingham
Following Minnie’s death, show writer and cat fancier Russel Crouse wrote the following letter to the New York Daily News. In the letter, he claimed that Minnie was not the feline star of his show–the real star was his own cat, Miss Frothingham. The delightfully amusing letter read as follows:
“I have just read that Minnie is dead. Now I may speak freely. Far be it from me to speak ill of the dead. Minnie was a nice cat and I liked her. But she had been getting away with murder in the way of publicity for several years, and now that she has gone to the Big Saucer of Milk I think the truth should be known.
Minnie had been claiming that she was the cat that was poured out of the cocktail shaker in “Hold Your Horses,” in which Joe Cook appeared at the Winter Garden several seasons ago. That just wasn’t so. I could have exposed her long ago, but I didn’t have the heart.
The cat that was poured out of the cocktail shaker was Miss Frothingham, who sits before me as I write… Miss Frothingham was born in Boston, where we picked her up from a stagehand for the opening there of “Hold Your Horses.” She was three months old and had been hanging around the alley by the theatre for several weeks—trying to get into a show, she tells me, for her folks told her she had talent.
We brought her to New York, where she suffered the fate of many a promising actress. She ate too much. She finally got so fat she couldn’t fit into the cocktail shaker. So we got a little black cat to succeed her. Miss Frothingham remained at the theatre long enough to slap her successor in the face after his first appearance and then retired—retired to my home where she still lives in the memory of her days in the theatre.
Almost three years ago she confided in me that only a family would make her life complete and that she didn’t want any stage door Johnny for a husband. I got her a husband for a couple of days—a fine upstanding cat named Rockridge Sultan, from the right side of the railroad tracks. It cost me $10, but I understand that Sultan later gave the money back to Miss Frothingham. Anyway, two years ago last Christmas, Miss F. produced a son—and took four encores.
Being born on Christmas day these five children were named Gold, Frankincense, Myrrh, Peace on Earth, and Good Will to Men. They are the nicest kittens you have ever seen, although Miss F. gets pretty sick of them at times. That is due, perhaps, to the fact that they show no desire to go on the stage, being content to stay home and rip up my furniture.
As for Miss Frothingham, she seems quite happy, and whenever she sulks I just take out her notices and read them aloud to her, and that seems to satisfy her. But I know she is still an actress. She likes to bite producers.”
A Brief History of the Winter Garden Theatre
In 1881, William K. Vanderbilt and a group of investors built the area’s biggest building on the blockfront of 50th Street from Broadway to Seventh Avenue. This property, in an area then known as Longacre Square, had once been part of the large Hopper Farm that spread over both sides of Broadway above 50th Street.
Vanderbilt and his wealthy friends didn’t build a hotel; they built the American Horse Exchange–a place where the elite could depend on high-quality thoroughbred horse trading.
On June 12, 1896, a fire swept through the American Horse Exchange. One stable hand and about 60 of the 265 horses stabled there were killed in the blaze as thousands of people crowded around the building, sometimes blocking horses from escaping.
The New York Times reported that ”crazed animals could be seen dashing blindly about in their terror.” Those horses that were lucky to escape were later recovered from all over midtown.
Vanderbilt reconstructed the American Horse Exchange in 1897. According to the New York Times, architect A. V. Porter reused a portion of the surviving walls to create a two-, three- and four-story structure with a high covered ring 160 by 80 feet. The ring was bridged by open truss work; the brick perimeter walls featured round-arched windows as did the original building.
With automobiles becoming increasingly popular, especially among the elite, the Vanderbilt group leased the site in 1910 to Lee and J. J. Shubert for their growing theater chain. By this time, Longacre Square was known as Times Square, and the area was home to several large theaters.
In building their new theater, the Shuberts reused much of the original perimeter walls of the American Horse Exchange as well as the riding-ring truss work for the theater auditorium. They added a temple-style front on Broadway and a three-story nightclub space that extended back behind the old walls on 50th Street to Seventh Avenue.
The Winter Garden Theatre opened March 20, 1911, with “Bow Sing” and “La Belle Paree,” which starred Al Jolson (this was the show that launched his theater career). The theater was completely remodeled in 1922, but six years later the venue switched to film when it was taken over by Warner Bros.
The Winter Garden reverted to live theater in September 1933, which is when either Minnie or Miss Frothingham made her stage debut in “Hold Your Horses.”
Two years after another renovation in 1980, “Cats” opened at the Winter Garden, becoming the longest running show in Broadway history. I’ve never been a fan of the feline-themed Broadway show. But if the theater ever gets a few real cats again, I will be sure to buy a ticket for that.
Thomas Wood was one of the many feline tenants of 290 Washington Street, a large, six-story brick factory building on the northwest corner of Washington and Chamber streets. Originally the pet cat of a dye maker at the factory, he made his home on the third floor, which was occupied by the American Wood Decorating Machine Company.
Thomas acquired his surname from employees at Hines & Mansfield, the produce dealers on the ground floor of the building. Employees named all the feline tenants based on the type of company they worked for. Cat surnames included Fruit, Rubber, Wood, and Tin.
A large male cat with jet-black fur “as smooth and glossy as ebony,” Thomas was reportedly the most distinguished of all the “Woods” in the building. He was also known all over the neighborhood as the champion fighter of the factory’s feline colony. His thirst for fighting, however, is what got him in trouble with his employer.
According to The Sun, Thomas howled a lot at night. So much so that nearby residents who wanted to get a good night’s sleep complained about him. They threatened the company to take their complaint to the Department of Health if no action was taken to stop the howls.
So, Benjamin Haskell, secretary of the American Wood Decorating Machine Company, was forced to let the cat go. Following all the efforts to remove Thomas from the building, Benjamin told a reporter at The Sun all the steps he took to try and remove Thomas Wood.
The Sun reporter noted that Haskell was a church-going man, and therefore, readers should believe his remarkable tale.
According to the story, Benjamin instructed his office boy, Jimmy, to bring the cat to Harlem when he went home after work. Jimmy got an old fruit basket from Hines & Mansfield’s store, stuffed big Tom into it, and carried him up to Harlem on the trolley car.
When he got to Harlem, Jimmy released Thomas Wood on a street corner. The cat ran into the basement of a restaurant, and Jimmy went home satisfied in knowing that he had successfully carried out his orders from Mr. Haskell. Four days later, however, Benjamin found Thomas sitting near the elevator of the factory building at 290 Washington Street.
“I thought I told you to lose that cat,” Benjamin told Jimmy. The office boy said he would try harder next time.
Jimmy borrowed another old basket, stuffed the big cat inside, and took him downtown to the Battery. He left the cat on one of the freight piers below Washington Market. The next morning, however, several employers from W.H. Cummings, a scrap rubber dealer on the second floor, found Thomas sitting on a narrow wooden staircase inside the Washington Street building.
For his third attempt, poor Jimmy took poor Thomas over to the Fulton Market buildings. Two days later, when the cat didn’t come back, Benjamin congratulated Jimmy for finally getting rid of the cat. The congratulations were premature.
On the third day after Jimmy’s third attempt, the dye maker who originally owned Thomas saw the cat sitting outside on a window sill of the third floor. The cat was reportedly peering in at the dye maker at his work bench.
An investigation showed that Thomas had gotten into the adjoining building, climbed to the roof, and clambered to the window sill.
Realizing that traditional methods would not work on Thomas Wood, Benjamin Haskell called a meeting of his employees to determine the best way to get rid of the determined cat. Shooting him with a pistol was determined to be too brutal, but everyone agreed that asphyxiation would be the most humane way to do away with the feline.
In order to carry out their dastardly deed, the dye maker got a large tin box and punched a hole in the side. They put the cat in the box and fastened the lid. Then the end of a rubber gas pipe was fitted to the hole and the gas was turned on. When they opened the box ten minutes later, Thomas was lying still with his eyes closed.
“He’s stone dead for sure,” said Jimmy as he shook the cat’s head. The office boy then wrapped the cat up in an old newspaper, put it in a cardboard box, and tied down the lid with twine. He took a trolley car to Bleecker and Thompson streets, where he tossed the box into an ash barrel.
Ten days later, just after the men had started work, the dye maker came running into the room with his eyes wide open. “Here he is!” he shouted to the men as he pointed toward the elevator shaft. Sure enough, there sat Thomas Wood, with his black coat as glossy as ever, giving himself his customary morning bath.
“Well, I’ll be blowed,” Jimmy said as he sank back limp against the shop wall. Benjamin walked over and called to the cat. Thomas trotted over and rubbed against his leg, purring happily.
“Gentlemen,” Benjamin said to his dumfounded employees, “I think we would be safe in assuming that this is in all probability the most remarkable occurrence that ever happened in the city of New York.”
Now, I don’t know if this story is completely true. But as little Virginia O’Hanlon’s father wrote, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.”
A Brief History of Washington Street
Named for George, Washington Street was proposed by 1785 and named and opened by 1797. Also labeled as “Low Water Street” in some late 18th- and early 19th-century deeds, the street was paved with Belgian blocks. Chambers Street was named for John Chambers, a prominent lawyer, corporation counsel, alderman, Supreme Court Judge and officer of Trinity Church from 1727 to his death around 1765.
The area of Washington and Chambers streets where the story of Thomas Wood took place was on the southwestern edge of a 62-acre farm granted to Roelof Janssen (Jansz or Jansen) in 1636 by Governor Van Twiller. The boundaries of this boot-shaped farm were roughly from present-day Warren Street north along Broadway to Duane Street, then northwest to Canal Street.
Following Janssen’s death, his widow, Annetje Jans, married Dominie Everardus Bogardus, the second pastor of the Reformed Dutch Church in New Amsterdam. The farm, which became known as the Dominie’s Bouwerie, featured a tobacco house and plantation that Bogardus leased to other farmers until his death at sea in 1647.
In 1670, Governor Francis Lovelace purchased Annetje’s land and added it to the Company’s Bouwerie, which was now being called the Duke’s Farm. Under English rule, the Duke’s Farm became the King’s Farm, and later, when Queen Anne began her reign in 1702, the Queen’s Farm. In 1705, Queen Anne granted the farm to Trinity Church, which in turn sold parcels of land for development.
290 Washington Street
Before there was a six-story brick factory building on the site, 290 Washington Street was a three-story brick house constructed sometime around 1830. The factory building was constructed around 1886.
In July 1899, the building was heavily damaged in a four-alarm fire. The building was then occupied by William M. Hines, dealer in fruits, on the ground floor; the American Wood Decorating Machine Company on the third floor; and William H. Cummings & Sons, dealers in scrap rubber, on the second and fourth through sixth floors.
When the fire started, most of the employees were out of the building on their lunch break; those few inside were all able to escape. One woman living in an adjacent four-story building on Chambers Street threatened to jump from a top window but a police officer ran up the stairs and got her out. As soon as she was safely outdoors, she ran back into her apartment to save her pet parrot.
The New York Times did not report on whether any cats escaped, but I have a feeling if Tommy Wood was in the building, he would have made it out safely.
The Washington Street Urban Renewal Project brought down twenty-four and a half blocks of mostly 19th-century buildings on the west side of Lower Manhattan. Many of the buildings had been in continuous commercial use since before the Civil War as part of the Washington Street produce market. The market, located in the area since the War of 1812, was moved one day to new quarters in Hunts Point, the Bronx. The silence left in the streets was startling. As one wanderer put it, everyone left one night, even the dogs and the rats. –Danny Lyon, The Destruction of Lower Manhattan (Toronto: The Macmillan Company, 1969)
In 1962, much of western Tribeca (38 acres) was restructured and developed as part of the Housing and Development Administration’s Washington Street Urban Renewal Plan. The project comprised a narrow site twelve blocks long (Barclay to Hubert Streets) by two blocks wide.
After all the old buildings were demolished or preserved (a few historic buildings were physically moved), the site was built up with three 39-story housing towers, a complex for Manhattan Community College, an elementary school, middle school, and an office building. The land at Washington and Chambers streets was left vacant and utilized as a parking lot for many years.
By the early 1970s, the site on which Washington Market Community Park is now located was listed in the plan as a “public open space.” Neighborhood activists wanted to create a park, and so in 1978, through much community effort, a park was created, bringing much-needed green space to lower Manhattan again.
Sadly, no dogs are allowed in the park, so one must assume that cats are also prohibited.
Once upon a time, the New York City Post Office employed a feline police squad to protect the mail from rats and mice…
America’s first theatrical club hosted a black-tie dinner in honor of New York City’s toughest cat…
The TWA pilots at the brand-new LaGuardia Airport had a flying feline mascot who won numerous trophies at cat shows…
And a blind cat who wore glasses saved Brooklyn Borough Hall from burning down when he was 27 years old.
Join me on Wednesday, June 9, at 7 p.m., for a virtual trip back in time to explore New York City’s history via amazing stories about theatrical cats, flying feline mascots, famous hotel cats, and other fabulous felines that made the news headlines in the late 1800s and early 1900s.
I’ll be sharing about a dozen of my favorite cat-men tales from my book, The Cat Men of Gotham, and my Hatching Cat website in a 55-minute virtual presentation on ZOOM. The program will be hosted by the Scotch Plains Library as part of their Tails and Tales summer reading program for adults.
This is a fun, casual program, so feel free to wear your cat pajamas, have a glass of wine, and just relax for an hour while I tell you about some amazing cats and their heroes.
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Many people ask me how I discover my stories. Most of my stories start off with a small article in an old newspaper. I then spend several hours or more researching the history behind the location where the animal lived or the history of the person who owned the animal. Sometimes my research leads to a dead end. Other times I hit the jackpot and discover tons of great history and photos to go along with it. The following story of Harry Cat of Remsen Street is what I call a jackpot story.
Harry Cat was a large and lazy solid white cat. He lived with a woman named Mrs. Lester and his twin feline brothers, Tom and Dick, in a wood frame boarding house at 8 Remsen Street. The house was on a bluff overlooking the East River, a row of frame cottages, and the piers and warehouses along Furman Street.
According to several maps from 1855 to 1898, Tom, Dick, and Harry Cat’s house at 8 Remsen Street was the only frame house—and only one of two frame structures in total—on the block. (The other frame structure was the large John Hill Prentice mansion.)
So, it’s a good thing large and lazy Harry was alert and on the job on December 10, 1899.
Until that fateful day, Harry was never the favorite of the three brother cats. In fact, he was reportedly “so big and fat that its owners never thought it would rise to the occasion of becoming a hero.” Instead of playing with his brothers, Harry preferred to coil up on the bearskin rug in front of the dining room fireplace.
But on the morning of December 10, while he was lounging in the smoking room of his home, one of the male boarders carelessly threw a lit match. Instead of falling into the cuspidor, it landed on the bottom folds of a lace curtain. In just seconds, the entire curtain was on fire.
Before any of the young men in the room were able to reach the curtain, Harry sprung from the rug and pounced onto the curtain, pulling it down. The men were able to toss the curtain out the window, but poor Harry sustained burns, and his beautiful white fur was singed from his body.
Harry was immediately placed under the care of a veterinarian, who told Mrs. Lester that while he was expected to recover, it would be a long time before he returned to his normal condition. Mrs. Lester gave Harry the best bed in the house for his recovery, and from that day on, the cat was loved and petted just as much—if not more—than his brothers.
The Donkey Boiler Explosion
Two months after Harry Cat saved the house at 8 Remsen Street from burning down, the house was almost destroyed again when a donkey boiler exploded. The boiler was in a ship docked at Pier 16 of the Prentice Stores warehouses at the foot of Remsen Street.
The explosion shook the neighborhood and shattered numerous windows. One eight-hundred-pound piece of iron dropped into the yard of the frame cottage at 290 1/2 Furman Street. It lodged into the ground just as Mrs. Thomas Brennan was carrying a wash tub into the yard where some children had been playing.
Another piece of the iron boiler shot through the air about one thousand feet, wrecking a window and plowing into the western wall at Harry Cat’s house.
Upon hearing the loud noise and feeling the house tremble, Miss Rose Jackson, a servant for the house, ran up to the third floor to see what had happened. She found a large piece of iron, about six feet long, sticking out from the outer wall. The room was completely wrecked indoors; a bow window and numerous weatherboards on the outside of the house were also damaged.
Miraculously, no humans, felines, or otherwise were injured in the event.
The History of 8 Remsen Street
The house at 8 Remsen Street was located on the John Hill Prentice Estate. The small frame home–and the larger frame mansion–have an interesting history.
In the late 1890s, when the story of Harry Cat takes place, the small house was a boarding house operated by Mrs. Eleanor Shackelford Davis.
Mrs. Davis was the ex-wife of Mr. Wesley Reid Davis, an art dealer and former pastor at the Reformed Church in Brooklyn Heights. The daughter of the late Judge Shackleford of Virginia, she was described as “a woman of great ability.”
In addition to running the boarding house, Mrs. Davis was a practicing attorney, having passed her bar examination in 1896. Reportedly she used her legal skills to fight her son in court when he married a woman who did not meet her approval.
According to the Brooklyn Daily Eagle, the Prentice mansion was built in 1835 by Charles Hoyt, a merchant and real estate developer. It was originally located in the center of Remsen Street near Hicks Street, adjacent to the future site of the circa 1847 Grace Episcopal Church.
When John Hill Prentice purchased the property, he moved the mansion and the little frame house to a bluff overlooking the East River.
The Prentice Mansion
In 1840, John Hill Prentice (1803-1881) moved to Brooklyn and purchased a tract of land on the old Joris Remsen Farm. The large lot was bounded by Remsen, Joralemon, and Hicks streets and the East River.
John had been a leading fur merchant in Albany with his partner William Satterlee Packer. In Brooklyn, he established Prentice’s Stores, a series of warehouses located on the piers at the foot of Remsen Street. During his lifetime, he served as president of the Nassau Water Works, treasurer of the Packer Collegiate Institute and the East River Bridge (Brooklyn Bridge), and trustee of the Brooklyn Savings Bank and the Green-wood Cemetery.
When they first arrived in Brooklyn, John and his wife, Sarah Davis, and five of their 18 children (Anna, John, Marian, Fowler, and Ezra) moved into the Hoyt home. Their first two children had died shortly after birth in 1832 and 1833. Their last child was born when Sarah was 43 years old in 1852.
I have no idea where John found the time to create such a large family, which he called the Prentice Cavalry.
In 1850, John Prentice moved the large frame Hoyt house to the foot of Grace Court. He added a level for the servants over the foundation cellar, added a music room on the first floor with dressing rooms above, and enclosed the back piazza.
The one-block street, which he named Grace Court in honor of the new Grace Church, was opened through to his house. John also sold his land on Remsen Street for residences, with one restriction: the owners had to establish rear gardens abutting Grace Court.
The Prentice mansion at 1 Grace Court was described as “A large, square, wooden house, with greenhouses and stables and gardens with grapevines sloping over the hill.”
To the right of the house was a coach house and stables behind that. A paved walkway led to the hot and cold greenhouses where strawberries, Muscat grapes, and mushrooms were cultivated.
Three 14-foot-wide terraces with sustaining stone walls featured fruit trees of all kinds, including peach, pear, apricots, figs, and nectarines. Many of the Prentice family pets, including chickens, ran freely among the trees.
From these terraces, a steep wall surmounted by high iron railings descended to Furman Street, where a row of frame cottages was built. Below was the Prentice Stores warehouses and docks adjacent to the New York and Brooklyn Wall Street Ferry.
One of the most popular features of the Prentice estate was the fountain circle on Grace Court, which John erected after the introduction of water in Brooklyn by the Nassau Water Works, of which John was president. The children especially loved the constant flowing water and watching the goldfish in the fountain. Every once a while one child would push another child into the fountain when he she leaned over too far to watch the fish.
John Prentice retired in 1860 and died twenty years later in March 1881. His widow died in the home in 1893.
The Prentice mansion was occupied for many years by John’s younger brother, James Prentice, and his wife Eloise. But in November 1904, W.S. Prentice announced that the old Prentice mansion was in a dangerous condition and would need to come down.
The Packer Mansion
Directly across from the Prentice mansion was the Packer mansion at 2 Grace Court, which was built in 1850 by John Prentice’s former partner, William Satterlee Packer. William’s wife, Harriet L. Packer, had been the live-in governess for the Prentice children when she first saw a portrait of Packer on the wall and became immediately smitten with the older man.
The couple married in 1842 and had three children.
Sadly, William died shortly after the grand home was built, but Harriet remained living there and leading many philanthropic activities for many years. Mrs. Packer founded the Packer Collegiate Institute on Joralemon Street in 1854 and named it in honor of her late husband.
In 1889, the Packer mansion was described as follows: “A large, narrow, brown, brick mansion, with gable roof, grounds, greenhouses, grape arbors, stable, porter’s lodge, etc.” In addition to the stables, which housed many fine horses, the property had a cow pasture occupied by the family’s pet raccoons and a reportedly vicious cow.
As it was noted of the Prentice and Packer mansion in the Brooklyn Daily Eagle in 1900, “These two houses, by their position, command the most perfect view of the harbor of all the old residences on Brooklyn Heights.”
The Demise of the Prentice and Packer Mansions
In April 1905, Bryan L. Kennelly, auctioneer, sold the Prentice estate. The property was listed as a three-story and basement brick and frame building at 8 Remsen Street; a three-story attic and basement brick and frame mansion at 1 Grace Court; and a stable and coachman’s house.
The purchaser was S.R. Haxton, who bought the property as an investment for $75,000. The mansion was torn down around 1909, although the house at 8 Remsen Street was still standing as late as 1911.
In 1925, a six-story apartment building was constructed on the site of the former Prentice mansion. This building featured elevators and six- and eight-room apartments, each with three baths. Today, the 24-unit co-op offers a rooftop terrace with magnificent water views.
Members of the Packer family occupied their house until about 1910. At once point, the home was purchased with plans for building a 16-story apartment building on the site. The deal fell through after an agreement with the Grace Episcopal Church was discovered, which required Grace Court to be kept open for air space.
For several years, the Packer site was set aside for recreation and tennis courts.
Sometime around 1923, the site was purchased by Thomas H. Wheeler, former president of the Standard Oil Company of New Jersey. The original plans called for a group of small dwellings with an interior garden court or playground. But with large apartment buildings going up on the opposite side of the street, the plans were changed.
According to the revised plans, the six-story Gothic-style building featured three wings, 160 apartments of three to seven rooms, and four-passenger elevators. At this time, Grace Court was opened and extended to the Furman Street wall, which is 60 feet above the water line. The new building was the largest apartment house in Brooklyn at the time.
The six-building apartment building currently at 8 Remsen Street was built some time around 1911.
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