T.F. Schneider’s Lucky Legacy

17 May

No discussion (or debate) about D.C.’s Height Act is complete without mention of T.F. Schneider’s Cairo Apartment Building on Q Street NW. The 1894 construction of the gorgeous building was the catalyst for the building height restrictions we know and love today.

It is fortuitous for Schneider that the building caused such an impression. He’s lucky that we remember him for this lovely building and for the fantastic tree-lined block of Q Street row-houses between 17th and 18th Streets that he built as a speculative venture for well-to-do families when the area began to thrive. Because we could remember T.F. for the chilly murders committed by his crazy brother Howard in 1892 on that same Q Street block or for Howard’s subsequent sensational trial and execution:

It was at 8 o’clock on the evening of Sunday, January 31, 1892, that [Howard J.] Schneider shot his wife, Amanda Hamlink Schneider, and his brother-in-law, Frank Hamlink, almost in front of their father’s door, on [1733] Q Street between Seventeenth and Eighteenth. Schneider was a young electrician when he met Amanda Hamlink, in the summer of 1891. He was of good family, not a bad-looking young fellow, who dressed well and drove fast horses. He made love to the young lady, became engaged to her, and one day in June when they were out driving he produced a marriage license and threatened to shoot himself unless she married him at once. Miss Hamlink yielded, and a minister in Hyattsville performed the ceremony.

The marriage was kept a secret until fall, when the young woman’s father discovered it. Then there was a scene, the father suspecting at first that the marriage had been a fraud, and requiring Schneider to produce the certificate. After that Schneider went to the Hamlink house to live. His cruelties made the life of his wife an unhappy one. More than once he threatened to shoot her. Finally he began staying out late at night, and after due warning was locked out from the Hamlink house.

About this time, a few weeks before the tragedy, he became enamored of a young girl from Virginia who was visiting [her sister who also lived on that same Q Street block]. He determined to secure a divorce from his wife, and made preparations to go to Chicago. On the Sunday evening of the tragedy he had sent a colored man to the house with a note asking if his wife intended to live with him. While he was waiting for an answer across the street from the house, his wife, with her brother and sister, walked down Q Street from Eighteenth. Schneider crossed over to them, leaving his chum, Marion Appleby on the south side of the street. Grasping at his wife roughly by the wrist, he told her he wanted to speak to her. The brother interfered. Schneider drew a revolver and fired five shots. Three of them entered the body of his wife, whom he still held by the hand, one pierced Frank Hamlink’s breast, and the fifth crashed through the window of the Hamlink house.

Frank Hamlink fell into the street, dying almost instantly. Mrs. Schneider was able to walk into the house. She languised until the 6th of February, and left a dying declaration detailing the circumstances of the crime.

Howard Schneider threw down his revolver by the body of Frank Hamlink and fled. Within a half hour he walked into the nearest police station and gave himself up, saying he did the deed in self-defense.

1733 Q Street. The Hamlink House.

Although most of us have never heard a thing about it, Howard Schneider’s trial was one of the most infamous the city has ever experienced. The Washington Post’s April 10, 1892 edition (the day after the verdict) was the largest edition it had ever published up to that time. 10,000 additional copies and an extra came off the presses.

Many witnesses were called, and in a dramatic twist, most of them lived on T.F.’s block of Q Street row houses. This meant that they knew both the Hamlink and Schneider families and some were still indebted to T.F. for their property. When T.F. took the stand, he was accused of intimidating some of his neighbors. In one instance, he had sold a Q Street row house to a Mr. Bean and still held 2 notes for $2000 against him. Before Mrs. Bean testified at trial, T.F. had told the Beans that he could renew the note. After she testified, T.F. wrote Mr. Bean that he would no longer do so because he was unsatisfied with his wife’s testimony.

Howard and his friends did their best to plant evidence that he acted in self-defense, but the prosecution was able to debunk most of these details. They proved that Howard stole Hamlink’s gun, shot him with it, and then threw it by his body. They showed that Howard planted a second gun and that he created fake bullet holes in his own clothing.

Perhaps the most telling and dramatically sad testimony of the trial came from Mrs. Schneider, Howard and T.F.’s mother, who was forced to describe the mental instability of her son. Of Howard, she said:

He was always talking to himself in his room…and would swear at me or some imaginary person. When I went upstairs to remonstrate with him he would slam the door and swear. He would leave the house after breakfast in pleasant spirits, and would return to lunch out of temper. Often he would break out at the table violently. He had trouble with everyone with whom he had dealings, and always complained that they were against him. He was constantly making appointments and failing to keep them.

Photo by Washington Post archives.

Howard’s important family bought him good lawyers, but that was all they could do to help him. For the year after he was convicted of the murders and sentenced to death, his attorneys appealed to overturn the conviction on insanity grounds. They brought the case as high as the U.S. Supreme Court, which refused to step in. On March 17, 1893, after President Cleveland denied clemency, Howard J. Schneider was hanged in the D.C. District jail.

Here are some pictures of T.F. Schneider’s buildings to help you forget about his brother:

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

the location on Location: The Philip Johnson Glass House

14 May

For the next few weeks, I will be checking out a variety of house museums as part of my work at the Heurich House Museum in Dupont Circle.  Today, I had a magical experience at The Philip Johnson Glass House in New Canaan, CT.  Johnson was a brilliant architect, art collector, and intellectual.  He “was also a singular tastemaker, influencing architecture, art, and design during the second-half of the twentieth century. He referred to the Glass House site as his ‘fifty-year diary.’”  He was the founding director of the Department of Architecture at MOMA and introduced America to modern architecture with his  landmark 1932 exhibition, The International Style.

I am just starting to appreciate modernism, but The Glass House is one of the most amazing buildings I’ve ever been in, and I had to share it.  Although small, minimalist, and practical, this is a fairy tale home.  Johnson curated the vast expanse of land below the building so that it rolls out as a painting.  And there is the barest division between what is inside and what is out. A life inside the Glass House is a life in nature.

Donald Judd’s concrete work, “Untitled”, 1971 on the approach to the Glass House and the Brick House. Construction of the sculpture required two loads of concrete. The load from the first truck was poured, but the second truck got lost en route. By the time it arrived the next day, the first pour had begun to cure and the two never fully bonded together. In 2010, work was done to restore the resulting cracks and clean the entire piece.

The buildings sit on 47 acres of land. Much of the property had once been a dairy farm, and many of the original old New England stone walls remain. Johnson carefully edited and built up the wall leading to the Glass House and Brick House, and specifically widened the area surrounding an original tree whose roots wrap around one of the old stones.

The Glass House sits on a natural promontory and overlooks a magical swath of vast land. The transparent walls blend with the surrounding landscape. Johnson’s bed is the only piece of furniture in the wide space behind a storage unit. Here, he would be alone with the outside world.

Johnson dammed the river below the Glass House, and created a small pond. The Pavilion was the site of many of his parties. He liked to climb the 30 foot high Lincoln Kirstein sculpture, calling it “a staircase to nowhere.”

The man-made lighting inside the Glass House is dim. Lights around the edge of the roof brighten the trees surrounding the building at night, turning the inside out.

In Johnson’s original sketches of the Glass House and the Brick House, they were attached. Although the final buildings do not physically touch, he still considered them, and the grass paths between, part of the same structure.

Johnson and his companion, David Whitney, were avid art collectors. He created his Art Gallery in a bunker under a mound of land. This Sculpture Gallery was designed to mimic the stairway-lined villages of the Greek islands. “Raft of the Medusa, Part I” by Frank Stella contains the metallized innards of Stella’s torn-apart studio.

The chain link Ghost House is a playful folly that lays beyond Johnson’s Study. The Study remains exactly as it did when Johnson died in 2005.

Da Monsta is the last building Johnson designed for the property, and was originally intended to be the Visitor Center for the museum he knew it would become. As a good friend of Frank Gehry, Johnson was on-site in Bilbao during his Guggenheim project. The form of Da Monsta seems to reflect the influence of this relationship.

Visitors to Da Monsta cannot be sure whether they are looking at sculpture or are standing inside one.

Conjuring Architectural Ghosts

9 May

First Jacobsen Architecture LLC created the fascinating Vanished Washington (a.k.a. The Ruined Capitol), a blog that posts daily before-and-after photos showing beautiful historic D.C. buildings and the concrete monstrosities that have replaced them.

Now, Architectural Historian Stephen Hansen is summoning ruined D.C. buildings from the ether of the past.  In his newly launched site, Virtual Architectural Archaeology: Recreating Washington, DC’s Lost Built Environment, he brings you computer models of long-destroyed buildings.  If, like me, you have ever walked past a disintegrating historic structure and wondered what it looked like in its glory, this is a site for you.

According to his release:

Virtual architectural archaeology combines the analysis of documentation, photographs, drawings, and artifacts with the latest in computer technologies to virtually model lost (or heavily modified) buildings.

The first two virtual recreations posted to the site are the former Kalorama mansion, once located at the intersection of 23 and S Streets, and the endangered Holt House located on the grounds of the National Zoo.

…Comments on the recreations and suggestions for others, as well as links to the site are welcome.

 

Hansen’s virtual recreation of the vanished Kalorama mansion at 23rd and S Streets, NW.

 

Who Decides What Gets Saved?

2 May

Sad news this morning via H-DC (a great history listserv).  Jemal has filed a raze application for one my “Favorite Fixer-Uppers” in the city, the Second Empire structure they have hidden behind this “special sign” on the corner of K and 11 Streets NW:

From the D.C. Preservation League’s Landmark Application in 2008:

The three standing structures (originally four, but two later joined as one) of 1007 K and (separated by a vacant lot) 1015 and 1017 K, are significant because of their age (1875), the distinct Second Empire architecture still visible in 1015-1017 (in its original form in 1015 though in poor condition, and somewhat modernized in 1017), and the fact that this cluster of houses remains as a memento of an earlier and now largely lost residential neighborhood. K Street from 9th Street westward to 20th Street was a prime residential street for well-to-do Washingtonians of the late 19th century, with its wide building set-back and fine mansions. Architectural historian has called this stretch of K Street “the Park Avenue of Washington. . . [with an] impressive array of great houses.” Government and business figures occupied such impressive houses as Shepherd’s Row at 17th and Connecticut and Mount Vernon Row at 10th
and K (only demolished in 1969) until fashion moved these families further north in the early 20th century.

Now all of these fine residences are gone except for these houses, still showing their wide front yards on a quiet street. In addition, 1017 K served for many years as the residence of nationally-known writer and free-thinker William H. Burr. 1007 K and its now-lost companion 1009 K were occupied from their construction in 1875 until the late 1920’s by the family of James E. Turton and later his son William, prominent Washington builders, whose brothers and sons (all builders) also resided in the neighborhood for a long period.

1015 K shows evidence of a front-yard cistern, an archeological site unknown otherwise in this city. The intervening vacant lot also holds archeological promise.

These buildings are significant to the built history of Washington DC because:

• (Criterion C) The Second Empire style of 1015 and 1017 K St., characteristic of prominent buildings in Washington in the immediate post-Civil War period and so well demonstrated here, has been largely lost elsewhere;

• (Criterion C) This half-block if K Street retains the appearance and feel of the once-prominent neighborhood, both in its structures and its original wide parking space, that has been lost in all other sections of this street; and

• (Criterion D) The archeological resources of both 1015 K St.’s front yard and the vacant spaces of 1009 and 1011 K offer a significant opportunity to study the domestic life of wealthy Washingtonians in the late 19th century.

The question bugging me this morning isn’t so much whether this building deserves to be saved.  But, instead: why and how do developers get to choose which historic buildings are valuable and which are not.  So, the historic buildings that were expensively and publicly hauled across New York Avenue last month get a reprieve from Jemal, but these don’t?

What I’m Reading: Cherry Blossom Edition

27 Apr
  • Have you ever dreamed of making edible mini-furniture?  Well, your dreams are about to come true.  Featured at the Milan Furniture Fair is this amazing waffle-iron by Ryosuke Fukusada and Rui Pereira that makes dollhouse sized furniture in waffle form.  

Photos by 2DM

  • You can now view wonderful and amazing photos of NYC as early as the mid-1800′s for free through New York City Municipal Archives’ newly digitized collection. Although the link to view the nearly 1 million photos, maps, motion pictures, and audio recordings still isn’t working, the public will have open access to the records as soon as it comes online.  Here are a couple that Gothamist managed to download:
In this circa 1890 photo, a pair of girls walk east along 42nd Street in New York. Acker, Merrall and Condit wine shop delivery wagons are on the right and the C.C. Shayne Furrier sign can be seen on the roof overhead. (AP Photo/New York City Municipal Archives, DeGregario Collection (New York Camera Club) via Gothamist)
This circa 1983-1988 photo shows 172 Norfolk Street, which is now the Angel Orensanz Foundation, in New York. Over 800,000 color photographs were taken with 35-mm cameras for tax purposes. Every New York City building in the mid-1980s can be viewed in this collection. (AP Photo/New York City Municipal Archives via Gothamist)
  • The DCist has a nice article about the alleys of SW that existed before the ridiculous 1950′s destruction of the neighborhood.  It focuses on photographs taken by social worker/photographer Godfrey Frankel who memorialized the “alley life” of 1943, was discovered by a Post reporter in the 1990′s, and published a book of his photos before he died.  For a more in depth article on this fascinating subject, check out Alley Connoisseur.
Photo by Godfrey Frankel courtesy of Alley Connoisseur via DCist
  • Preservation nerd?  Want to live in NYC for free?  Don’t care about getting a salary? Become a caretaker for a city-owned historic home.  As described by the NYT:  ”The little-known program under the auspices of the Historic House Trust, administered by the New York City Department of Parks and Recreation in partnership with private organizations that care for the properties, was established to ensure that someone was around to protect these buildings from vandalism, fire and frost. Even though the applications are available online and anyone can apply, many of the positions go to those with connections to the world of historical preservation. Still, there is remarkably little competition for the slots and no requirement to reapply, so those who are handed the keys to these mansions often keep them for decades. The city even pays the utilities.”

Van Cortlandt House in the Bronx. Photo by the New York Times.

  • Benjamin Franklin was a lot of things: statesman, scientist, inventor, diplomat, Francophile…and apparently a pretty good bartender.  While doing research for the fascinating restaurant America’s Eats (history + food = wonderful), head bartender Ben Wiley discovered a 1763 letter from Ben to James Bowdoin II enclosing a recipe for Milk Punch.  Washingtonian Magazine published the recipe in its April 2012 issue, naming it a great Spring drink.

A Cat’s Ninth Life

13 Apr

While I’m  preparing my next big post for the location, I hope you’ll enjoy this little story from the September 25, 1880 Washington Post about murder in the shadow of the Washington monument:

An adventurous and patriotic cat ascended the Washington monument the night before last by the stairs which are within the shaft.  Yesterday morning, when the men went up to work, her feline majesty took flight, and, springing to the edge, took a ‘flyer’ of 160 feet.  In the descent the cat spread herself out like a flying squirrel and lit on the ground on all fours.  After looking around a little while it proceeded to leave the place and had almost gotten beyond the shadow of the monument when a dog that stays around the base started for it, and the cat, not being in her best running trim, was easily made a victim and killed.  Had it lived, and not been so shy, the workmen say they would have bought it a collar and given it the Freedom of the Monument.  As it is the cat will be stuffed and placed in the Smithsonian, with a large card over it which will bear the legend: ‘This cat jumped, on Sept. 23rd, 1880, from Washington monument and lived.’

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 43 other followers

%d bloggers like this: