Showing posts with label Shaker Hollow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shaker Hollow. Show all posts

Sunday, July 04, 2010

Uncle Herman's World-- Key Players

Key Persons In Uncle Herman's Life During His Shaker Hollow Years, written by Cousin Richard Orton and I:

Herman Smith: 1881-1951. Herman was the youngest brother of my great-great grandfather Fred C. Schmidt (1858-1931). He was born Hermann Georg Ludwig Schmidt, the last of 7 children, grew up in Niles, Michigan, and was an orphan at 15. After inheriting his parents' property, he sailed around the world. He settled in New York City and worked for Paramount Pictures in Astoria in the 1920's. Later he became a minor radio personality and author of magazine articles and two small cookbooks.



Miss Rena Harrell is she whom Herman was corresponding. She was a librarian at Queens College in Charlotte, NC. It is not clear how Herman and Miss Harrell met but it is clear that there was never a romantic involvement, though there did appear some affection, if not somewhat one-sided. It also appears that they never met personally, or, if they did, it was brief.



Juliana Force was the first Director of Manhattan's Whitney Museum of American Art founded by Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney in 1931.

Born in 1876 in Pennsylvania to German immigrants, Juliana Preiser had to make her own way, as did Whitney, a sculptor, struggling against social restrictions to pursue her work. Force, hired as Whitney's secretary and manager shortly before WW I, became a legend for her aid to artists via Whitney funds and as principal author of the policies of the Whitney Museum.



Juliana married Dr. Force in 1912 and they lived in Manhattan. Both making good money and in need of a retreat in the country, they bought Briar Sheaf Farm in Bucks, County, Pennsylvania near where Juliana had grown up. Juliana began acquiring Shaker furniture, widely available in the area, to fill the house, but the house was too far away to get to regularly, so she bought a second house closer to Manhattan. Eventually she moved her collection of Shaker furniture to this 18th century farmhouse and named it Shaker Hollow.

It is not clear how she knew Uncle Herman but during the Depression he was going through hard financial times, having trouble making his rent at London Terrace Apartments. Juliana was not immune to the impact of the Depression and faced with an indifferent caretaker couple she was paying to look after Shaker Hollow, made it available to Uncle Herman in late 1932.

Geraldine Farrar: There were famous prima donnas before Geraldine Farrar.  Maria Malibran, Jenny Lind, Melba and Tetrazzini, but none reached a wider audience than this American soprano. Geraldine Farrar was born in Melrose, Massachusetts, the daughter of Sidney Farrar, a professional baseball player and his wife Henrietta Barnes. She studied voice in Boston, New York, and Europe, creating a sensation in Berlin with her debut as Marguerite in Gounod's Faust in 1901. She was introduced to the Kaiser and among her fans in Berlin was Friedrich Wilhelm Viktor August Ernst, Crown Prince of Prussia, with whom she conducted an affair beginning in 1903. A later affair with Toscanni caused him to be removed from the Met.

After appearing at Monte Carlo for several seasons, she made her debut at The Metropolitan Opera in New York in 1906. She developed a popular following in such roles as Carmen and Madame Butterfly and she knew personally many of the music greats of her day, including Saint Saens, Massenet, and Puccini. She appeared with Caruso in over 150 performances.



Later, between opera seasons, she began starring in silent films, beginning with "Carmen," directed by Cecil B. DeMille. Filmed during the summers in California, she made 6 films with DeMille, including one about Joan of Arc.

During her 16-season reign at The Metropolitan Opera, Farrar commanded higher fees and appeared in more new productions than any other leading soprano. She sang 671 performances of 34 roles in 29 operas, a record matched by no soprano in the eight decades since. She retired from opera at the age of forty and moved to a fine house near Ridgefield, Connecticut, but appeared in recitals until 1931, and was briefly the commentator for the radio broadcasts at the Met.

During her years in Ridgefield she did volunteer work for the Red Cross and the Girl Scouts, and during the war served on the War Price and Ration Board. She died at 85 and was buried in Kensico Cemetery in Valhalla, New York.

Farrar seems to have been great friends with Uncle Herman as he mentions her often in his letters, but it isn't clear if they met after he moved to Shaker Hollow or during her hey-day at the Met. In any case, she seems to have been his entrée to meeting Lily Pons and the very wealthy Gilmore family.



Lily Pons: Lily was another great Soprano of The Metropolitan Opera.  She was French-born, studied at the Paris Conservatory, and made her debut at The Met on January 3,1931.  When she married conductor AndrĂ© Kostelanetz, she was married secretly at Shaker Hollow and would have none other than HMK cater the affair for her.  HMK's letter describing the day is found herein.

 
Shaker Hollow: 18th century farmhouse bought by Juliana Force. When she moved her collection of Shaker furniture there, she named it Shaker Hollow. Uncle Herman was invited to live there in late 1932 as an economy move for both of them. He opened a popular tea room there, meeting and entertaining the area's affluent residents in high style.

After about 4 years, circumstances changed for both Juliana and Herman. Hard times hit her and she needed to sell Shaker Hollow to save Briar Sheaf Farm in Pennsylvania. Herman lost some of his help with the tea room and couldnt manage it on his own. Ultimately, Juliana sold the Pensylvania property to George S. Kaufman, the playwright, and kept Shaker Hollow. Herman moved to a nearby property in Connecticut owned by other wealthy benefactors, the Gilmours.

In 1940, Juliana still owned Shaker Hollow and was using it on weekends, always calling the new caretaker couple from Manhattan to prepare for her arrival. But one day, while visiting friends in nearby Connecticut, she stopped by unannounced and knocked on her own front door. Her housekeeper answered and immediately slammed the door in her face. Running around to an unlocked side door, Juliana walked into her living room and saw it covered with swastickas, Nazi flags, and pictures of Adolph Hitler. Her "couple" were part of the German Bund and used the house for meetings and a Nazi mail drop.

She never felt comfortable in the house again and sold it soon after. Still lived in, it sold in recent years for $1,000,000.00.

Lady Lucile Duff-Gordon (wife of Sir Cosmo Duff-Gordon): A leading British fashion designer in the late 1800s- early 1900s with branches in Paris, Chicago, and New York, whom Herman managed for many years. She was a Titanic ship-wreck survivor. Lucile is credited with training the first fashion models (then called mannequins) and the creation of the catwalk-style fashion shows.

Elizabeth Weber-Fulop:  One of the greatest of contemporary Austrian/American painters. Moved to New York. She painted a portrait of the apricot and black Shaker Hollow Tea Room, however it has yet to be located.  She and husband Emil Weber were late owners of the historic King Caesar House in Duxbury, MA, selling it to the Duxbury Rural and Historical Society.

 
Richard Hall: Roommate and close friend of HMK

Charles Vincent Mullen: Roommate and close friend of HMK.  Worked for General Motors in Manhattan.

H.H. Brickell, aka Herschel Brickell, Ill-fated Editor and Critic: When he was a child, Henry Herschel Brickell was an omnivorous reader, consuming one or two volumes a day during summer vacations. He was, he later stated, "unwittingly preparing myself for the book reviewer's life in New York." The Mississippi native fought in the Mexican War in 1916, was a newspaper reporter and editor in the south, and came to New York in 1919 to work for the New York Post as a news editor, and shortly thereafter as book review editor. He later became General Manager of Henry Holt & Company, and in the 1930's, wrote book reviews for the New York Times, New York Herald Tribune, and the Saturday Review of Literature.  Known as a famous literary critic, recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship in 1939, Brickell is said to have launched Margaret Mitchell's career with his review of Gone With The Wind beginning their close friendship

At some point Brickell became acquainted with Margaret Mitchell, and following publication of "Gone With The Wind" in 1935, her life was hell. People knocked on her door day and night, books in hand, asking for autographs, asking for answers to questions, and asking for money. In July of 1936, she traveled to New York to sign the contracts for the film rights.

When the contract was signed, her lawyer returned to Atlanta, and Brickell took Mitchell to his home in Ridgefield, Connecticut. When they arrived, Mitchell was suffering a "stroke of blindness." She was "in a bad way" and stayed with Brickell and his wife Norma for about 2 weeks, in seclusion in a dark room before returning home.

In 1941, Brickell became editor of the annual O'Henry Memorial Short Story Anthology. An assignment in Spain in the 1930's left him with a love of all things Spanish, and he became Senior Cultural Relations Assistant to U.S. Ambassador Spruille Braden, and later was Chief of the State Department's Division of Cultural Cooperation for Latin American. He continued to write and edit stateside and to travel to South America until one day in 1952, when, at the age of 63, he took his own life at his Branchville home. Police and medical officials attributed his suicide to "hard work and a tendency to despondency."


Tuesday, August 25, 2009

1933, Jan 1: HMK to RH -- Shaker Hollow Purchase

Shaker Hollow
South Salem, Westchester Co., NY
Telephone South Salem 133

January 1, 1933



My dear R.H., Happy New Year,

Thanks R.H for your Christmas card and forgive one for not having written so long ago - And here is ....for you-- When in ... at a loss of him which may turn but still secure in the knowledge that there much the same way with God-- their place was offered to us--this as a refuge and near as something holding greater hope of the time at hand-- It is a lovely old house belonging to Juliana Force who is head of the Whitney Museum of American Art -- She had owned it for seven years. Never lived in it and out of a clear blue sky asked us to occupy it-- as it was being neglected frightfully by a ... caretaker-- The house is so lovely and has done so much to restore it that Mrs. Force has sent up from another house in Pennsylvania what is probably the finest collection of old Shaker furniture in America-- We have christened the place Shaker Hollow. The furniture is really ... on which shall give our visitors tea or lunch or dinner and I shall run that end of it. -- which brings me here to a confession that in the world of motion pictures I have a really great reputation as a cook. I used to cook for relaxation for it just s much an art as painting or music if you love it and know it-- and I do. So if you have any sacred family recipes-- send them on. Mrs. Force gave me this stationary for Christmas but I will write you soon all about the home. Norma & HB came and stayed with us a week and went on to Kingston for Christmas and hated to go away again from its beauty and its peace.

And so opens a new chapter and we look forward to it with anticipation-- Do wish me good luck and write me a birthday letter for on Wednesday I shall be 21+.

HMK


Thursday, August 20, 2009

1933, April 11: Shaker Hollow Opening Week-- HMK to RH

Tuesday.

Dear R.H.,

Well, here is little Miss Underwood restored to good health and able to work for me again, for which you will no doubt be grateful as you no doubt have had to struggle over that feared scrawl I sent you last. In looking thro your letters, out fell the sample of that lovely print, which I hope you are really having, with all the purple and magenta, a combination much favored of Lady Duff-Gordon ("Lucile") when I was her manager, but perhaps I never told you that. She was the greatest of all the geniuses in the art of dress and it was an experience to see her work.

And speaking of artists something too exciting has happened to us here. Mme. Elise Weber-Fulop, one of the greatest of contemporary Austrian painters was so intrigued with our apricot and black dining room that she asked permission to paint it. As she is the most famous painter of interiors in Europe and never gets less than 1 to 3 thousand for a painting, we are thrilled, I can tell you, and she is here at this very moment beginning her canvas. It being Holy Week and we had planned not to take anyone but to open officially on Easter, it gives her the time and the room to herself. No doubt some of the better magazines will want to use a reproduction, perhaps Country Life, and so you will see it too. I am as excited as I can be watching her at work. She heard of us and of the pink room in Vienna and when she saw it, said that she had never seen anything so lovely and that she could never be satisfied till she got it on canvas.

Well the second broadcast went over pretty well, I guess from the fan mail pouring in. Too well I guess, for Martha Deane, was advised not to have me again: I was too good. I wish you could see some of the letters but I take their extravagances with a large helping of salt. Just the same they are nice to get and will help me to my ambition. These pathetic women with no outlet and an unconscious craving for romance in their dull lives. That's what one of them said I did for her and that I put so much romance into food and cooking that she loved to do it now. I told them that no one could be a good cook who did not cook with gratitude and affection-- deep reverent gratitude for the things with which we cook and which we accept so casually when they are one of God's mysteries and his blessings. And affection for those we cook for is the great secret of real cooking and makes it a ritual not a bore. And they knew what I meant and some of their letters are pathetic and I do want to help them to see the beauty in the plain things of life which they understand and which are ever with them.

Well think of us on the 19th. We are giving a buffet for Geraldine Farrar and she has asked four big bugs from the National Broadcasting Co. who are her friends, and who knows what may come. Help me by thinking it Will Come dear R.H. as you have helped me with so many other things. Write me all about your Easter. I will have eggs for Pat and the rest. It will be fun.

Gratefully,
HMK

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Shaker Hollow Advertisement

FOR THE DISCRIMINATING
SHAKER HOLLOW
AT SOUTH SALEM
WESTCHESTER CO.
NEW YORK STATE


FOOD FOR THE GODS & RARE HOSPITALITY
ALL THIS AT SHAKER HOLLOW, 1 MI. E. of SO. SALEM


AN INVITATION


SHAKER HOLLOW offers its hospitality by appointment only, to those who have the leisure to enjoy good food in surroundings of unusual charm. These include a fine collection of authentic Shaker furniture and photographs, a garden and lily pool with enclosed and fountain terraces, the latter offering ideal facilities for bridge, luncheon or tea.
French, German, Italian, Russian, and Oriental cuisine or country food at its best.
Dinner is Two Dollars, Luncheon One Twenty Five, Tea Seventy Five Cents, Sunday and Thursday Buffet Suppers One Dollar Fifty.

To insure discriminating service, reservations must be made at least six hours in advance.
Telephone, South Salem 133 NOT OPEN ON MONDAYS


Monday, December 15, 2008

1938, June 17: HMK to RH-- Lily Pons Wedding

Friday, June 17th

Dearest R.H.;

You have been punishing me, haven't you, and most certainly I deserve punishment but even if there has been no concrete evidence of it I have been thinking of you, more often than you might believe. Each time I put fresh flowers at the foot of the little shrine, I say "Mary of Perpetual Help, help and bless dear R.H."

And now about what I have been doing besides mow and dig and plant and weed and wash and iron and clean and sweep and sew and cook and so on, world without end. Things have been bad with us. Dick has been gone now five months in all, with occasional short visits here when I have had to have his help, for I have been doing some, I suppose you might call it, catering. I did two buffets for Lucy Newton-- one of them for 45 and of all things I did the breakfast, also a buffet, for Lily Pons' wedding. Farrar called me one afternoon to say Lily was there and wanted to see me about something very important so I went up just as I was from planting some Venetian Chicory that Arkie Lubetkin had just brought me from Italy. Lily was cute in blue slacks, shirt and beret and looked like a French school boy. She told me, with her pronounced but unaffected accent, that she was having a so important luncheon, that only I could do it, and she wanted but two things: the famous Shaker Hollow Turkey Pies, made with breast of turkey, cream, mushrooms, and special herbs with a puff paste crust and la creme brulee. The rest she left to me. Not until I took the things over to her lovely French Provincial house and saw a little muff made of tiny white carnations in the ice chest did I suspect and then she peeped into the kitchen and said-- "Eet ees a secret-- but eet ees my wedding day." I all but fell into the ice chest.

It was very lovely. Farrar, in a miracle [?] dress of two shades of Petunia (Sciaparelli) with shoes, gloves, and hat (Suzi) was her only attendant and privately, far outshone the bride. At the foot of a long flight of steps, set in the grass with rock plants between, is a swimming pool lined with turquoise tile and with tall native black cedars all about, so that it looks like the Riviera. Beside it [is] a small guest house like the big one, of whitewashed brick with a tower and pink geraniums all about, and this was the chapel. Solid ropes of white peonies 8 inches through looped from the cross beams to the floor, the big fireplace banked high with calla lilies, a little altar silver under a lace that had once belonged to Le Brun and given her by the then King of Spain Alfonso ('s father I think). After the ceremony there was champagne for which I had provided two silver bowls filled with ice and sugared white grapes in brandy, garnished with fresh mint and syringa, the latter an afterthought when I knew it was a wedding.

The buffet was really nice. A long refectory table [was set] with Venetian lace and Lilies of the Valley and all old pewter. A 20# cold salmon masked with tiny shrimps and with cucumber mouselline-- two gigantic turkey pies stuffed eggs their yolks rubbed smooth with cream, garlic and nutmeg-- cream cheese with chive and celery seed, puree of fresh green peas with bacon and chives-- little hot rolls and nutbread sandwiches, black olives, etc. The first course was a consomme Belvedere, jellied and tinted a seagreen, served in crystal cups and ganished with thick sour cream, caviar and chives served with hot piroshki of creamed lobster. After that [came] the creme brulee and coffee with wedding cake provided by Farrar, who alone was in on the secret. Robert W. Chambes and his charming wife told me that they had never tasted such food and Lily and Kostelanetz sent me a sweet telegram that same night, which was nice I think-- seeing that they were on their honeymoon.



Well the next day Dick and I drove into town and got all the papers in Bedford Village. The accounts were meager and incorrect and I said I wish I were on the air today so I could tell how lovely it all really was. When I got to town my manager said-- "How is your heart?"-- I said "Why?" "You have to go on the air in a half hour. What can you talk about ?" So I went on with M.D. and talked the whole 3/4 hour to find that they had recorded it too. I was glad to be able to tell all those women what it was like and from the hundreds of letters that have come in to the station, they liked it. And that's that. Ruth and Maxwell Aley are dickering with Cosmo on a special food story by me and will bring Francis Whiting, the editor, out here one evening soon. I want to do the book over but don't have time for it and it will have to wait till Dick gets back. Things look promising on the air a little later too.

I want to go out to Michigan so desperately. My only living brother-- the one I have always loved most and who lives in Oregon is there on a visit and I'm so homesick I could curl up, I so want to see him. I must somehow.

Sunday I have to do that same damned dessert for 75 people and also Boston Baked Beans as Mrs. Gilmour is giving a buffet at the farm but its not much of a job. Well R.H. do forgive my long silence now that you know the reason, and write me what you are doing and where.

Affectionately,
HMK