CHAPTER V: THE HOUSE AND ALL THE THINGS THAT HAPPENED HERE

THE HOUSE AND ALL THE THINGS THAT HAPPENED HERE

 WELCOME TO MY HOUSE

Name's Bo and I live here.  I do all the work around here.  I paint the walls, inside and out, sweep and vacuum the floors on all the floors, especially the mud room right behind this door.  Not having it swept makes it look like someone is not paying attention..  Women in West Africa sweep their courtyards three times a day.  I learned from them.  It looks friendlier.

I fix everything that goes wrong here.  And something goes bad or breaks almost every day.  So there is only me to fix it because I prefer not to have other people here to do that for me.  Just the other day, my big lawn mower tractor's blades came loose.   I needed to upright it to get to the blades.  It is a big machine and when I put all my strength into lifting the tractor, I realized I had not done any stretching to loosen my leg and especially my calf muscles.  So  the  calf spasmed big time and threw me into the lawn where I lay cursing for a while until the cramps went away.....

When    you    move    into    a    house    where    other    people    lived   before   you    did...............

Anna M. Cowhey, the owner of  Camp Rip van Winkle for Catholic Boys is sitting in front of her house......

When    you    move    into    a    house    where    other    people    lived   before   you    did...............

I don't really believe in ghosts or spirits.  But even now that I have lived in my house for decades, I will still at times hear noises coming from somewhere in the house that I cannot track or identify.  I easily dismiss them as the unending settling of the old structure or making minor adjustments to its position on the rocks and in the soil.

I never believed in spooks but most of my friends do.  In the early years when I'd have up to a dozen friends up each weekend, there was little else they talked about and by the time cocktails and desserts had rolled around my friends would speculate where the next chain dragging or shrieks would come from and, even more important,  at what time they would start.

My friends became quite expert about it.  My good friend Vicente from Barcelona with the most inspired imagination brought a Ouija board.  It's a  wooden board marked with the letters of the alphabet, the numbers 0-9, the words 'yes' 'no' 'hello' and 'goodbye'.   The fingers of the séance participants move around the board on the planchette, stopping at letters that spell an answer to a question asked.   Whoever controls the planchette of course, if there is such a person or power, dictates the answer. 

This particular evening, we had called up Agnes, one of the camp nurses who told us about her affair with the handsome young camp chaplain who had made her pregnant and with the camp doctor who had arranged for an abortion she did not survive.   When Vicente asked Agnes where she was now, our fingers went first to the letter 'h', and then to 'e'.  By now it was 4 am.

The third letter could be an 'a'; or it could be an 'l'.  When Vicente realized it could be an 'r', spelling 'here' he took the board and threw it in the air, breaking the spell......

Even these days I hear noises in the house, at all hours, I cannot explain.    

When I lie awake in bed before getting up in the morning, I may hear a sound I have never heard before. 

And, me, I know exactly what the door to the washroom or any other place in the house, sounds like......

I realize I am lucky enough to know the immediately previous owners;  the people who lived here before I did, the people who sold the house to me. 

Three straight couples from New York City who used the house as a weekend place.   Lawyers, publishers and writers, a bright intelligent crowd who had decided to give their children an alternative to urban life to grow up in. 

They truly loved it here, they told me many times.  As did their kids, all grown up now, who showed me all the secret places in the house and the garden........ or rather the yard, because there really wasn't a garden to speak of.

Structurally the house was sound, a good buy.  Aesthetically a little disaster.   Multiple owners shrug off maintenance responsibilities and it showed but because of that I fell for the place big time because I could kneed the place to my vision.....

And the owners before them?   When Camp Rip van Winkle went bankrupt in 1968, the house was rented by ten or so young people then called 'hippies' who spent the days weaving, recording music, cooking, hanging out in Woodstock and entertaining friends form the City.  They amused themselves with the favors of the day.  Many of them still live in the area and have become responsible and still fun-loving friends.

Old houses like this one are likely to have long-term residents and have long histories.  From 1919 until 1968,  the house was called the Administration Building and housed the owner and the staff of the Boys' Camp. 

In 1919 Mr. Cowhey, from New York's Upper West Side, bought 2,000 acres of land and gave them to his daughters, Josephine, Anna and Marguerite.

Marguerite was given Camp Adrian, a City sponsored camp.   Josephine, the eldest, was in charge of Camp Ontiora for Girls and Anna, of Camp Rip van Winkle for Boys. 

The Camp was an expensive one.  The 1937  Camp Catalogue quotes a fee of $750 for July through August.  That is $12,000  in 2012 Dollars,  assuming  an annual inflation over this period of 3.79%.

The Camp had the reputation as a rich kids ' camp.    T.C . Murray in his Memoir 'Just  A Kid  From Hell's Kitchen' relates of his stay at Camp Adrian   

"A highlight of the season was the annual Camp Adrian-Camp Rip Van Winkle baseball game. This occurred during the last two weeks of Camp Adrian’s season when we had the oldest group, usually ranging in ages from 12 to 14. The game itself was held at the Rip field, which was professional by all standards. It even had slate under the sod so that the field would dry quickly after a rainfall.   Not making excuses, the boys from Rip were playing as a team all summer long while our boys were playing as a team less than two weeks.  It showed, as we usually lost.  However, good sportsmanship prevailed at all times.  It’s a matter of fact, the rich boys treated the poor boys to a soda after the game. How nice of them."

Above,  images from the 1937 Camp Brochure.   Very organized and disciplined as behooves a place of good standing.

Below some of the many camp group photos I found in the attic.  The earliest from 1923.  The colored photo from when I turned 50.  I couldn't think of a better place to hang it.

The old frames now occupy an honored place in the house.  I am surrounded by mementos from the days before.        While me, I am here only for a short time.

And that is the underlying reason for this book.   To create a record of the time I was here.

 and the trail starts to get murky after a while…

This is the Big Room of the Old Camp Rip van Winkle for Catholic Boys. 


I took out part of the floor at the far end because I did not need that much space.  Besides, it makes a nice  double height terrace room below.  

The small picture on the left shows the exact same room from the same angle as it appeared in the 1937 Camp Catalog. 

The lighting of the small picture is not as slick as in the main image, but often when I spend time in the Big Room, when I squint, I can see the 110 boys lined up waiting to sit down  for lunch or dinner after the food has been  brought up by the massive staff downstairs in the two dumbwaiters. One lift is still functional, the other used to be in the far right corner and the rails are still there.

This is the room where the main kitchen used to be.  The first decades, it was the stepchild of the house because there was no logical function for it.  Then, I started to use it for summer afternoon naps  [a luxury I had to teach myself] after rough arduous labor in the garden.   On hot summer afternoons the room is cooled  by a  40-foot long stone wall built into the slope the house is built on.  A natural air cooler.

Behind the mahogany bookcase, part of the Lamu Industries collection, is a door that opens to the dumbwaiter that carried the boys' food into the dining room upstairs.  Between the divan and the bookcase, a nude painting of me made by my good friend Kees Knopper.   In front of the window and door, two King's chairs from Lamu, Kenya used for ceremonial purposes.  The groom would sit in it while his friends would perform 'stick dances' and after every one was done and tired, he'd be invited to deliver the final stick blows.    Behind the wood stove, four door panels of armoires I never sold and the head and foot ends of an Indian bed. 

In front, two lonely non functional  legs of my first  Lamu Industries' consoles.  And a Moroccan chess set that also folds out into a bridge table and a  backgammon game.

 

 The fireplace in the Big Room actually heats the space in the spring and autumn evenings.  It's not for show.  But in mid winter,  the outdoor temperature  drops too low for any  fire  to warm the room up comfortably....  During the days of the Boys' Camp,  the space was never used outside of the summer months......

The old terrace room, in the small picture on the left here, was not much to look at.  It served as an auxiliary space to the kitchen.  In the  far corner you can see the dumbwaiter being dismantled.  I took out the ceiling, then removed the  far wall and replaced it with french windows, welcoming everyone onto the terrace I had planned.  The stones on the floor come from a quarry close by.    


The room is not insulated and unheatable because of its size.   I don't descend from the heated part of the house until mid April or so and try to stretch it till mid to late October.  Differs every year.   


Behind the red couch is a collection of  airplane  blankets to keep everyone  who is sitting still evenings, comfortably  warm....

What is now the Master Bedroom, were three narrow rooms where I imagine lots of kids were put away to sleep.  I took down all the multi-colored walls, painted the room white and realized my Upstate bedroom was as big as my City Apartment.  

 

To the left, from my pillow I see the sun rise over the Garden.  The whole garden...   To the right, when I open the windows, the roar of the Kaaterskill Creek lulls me to sleep every night........

From the pillows in this Mahogany Lamu Industries bed, you look straight at the Fountain in Alpha.  Hence it is called the Fountain Room.  There used to be two seperate rooms here each filled with whatever bed was in it.  Little room to move. 

 

This is the Lily Pons Room.  The famous French Opera Singer was best friends with Anna Cowhey and stayed in this room whenever she stayed at the Camp in the  30's .  When I made it my bedroom in the early 80's  the ceiling, as in all the rooms in the house, was wallpapered in silver flower paper.  The  room's walls were  covered in swirls of pastel flowers. 

I quickly discovered the best way to get rid of all the paper was to boil pots of water in the room  and let the steam do the works.  Coming back after 2 hours all the magnificent paper would be curled up on the floor, leaving a flawless french           to be  treated or painted as iI wished. 

My friend Paul Byron Downs built the headboard from old planks he found in the shed, for that rugged, elegant masculine look.

CHAPTER IV: ABUNDANCE

ABUNDANCE

They are the ones that remain handsome even after their peak bloom period. 

They are my best exhibitionists.  They gloat in their magnificence. 

They are the real treasures in the High Falls Garden.  They define the image



There are plants in the High Falls Garden that stand out as exceptional  performers and are statuesque par excellence throughout the year.  They are the ones that remain handsome even after their peak bloom period.  They are my best exhibitionists.  They take pride in their magnificence.  They are the real treasures in the High Falls Garden and define its image.  

Over the years, groupings of my favorites have surreptitiously multiplied over the land for two distinct reasons.  I wanted to have them wherever I could and they divide very easily.

There are many areas in my garden where the strongest of my favorite plants have found new quarters.  To name some, Macleaya cordata [Plume Poppy], Cimicifuga racemosa [bugbane, its smell apparently so unpleasant it even keeps bugs away] and Achilea filipendula.  They are the easiest to lift out of the ground, divide by the roots and plant them in their new locus.

The practice of division is a simple one.  Water the soil thoroughly to minimize resistance.  Determine the size of the roots you want to lift out and separate it from the parent plant with  a shovel, a pick axe, or what I have done with some reluctant grasses, an electric saw.  Lift the root clump gently out of the ground with a pitchfork, or jiggle it out of the dirt by rocking it with your hands.  Gently.  Keep as many roots intact as possible.

In real life terms, it feels like untangling a knot of twine, except that a knot of roots is far less complex.  By gently pulling and wringing, the roots will let go of each other.  By pulling the stems apart, the roots will follow.  If there is only one stem, often you will still be able to distinguish some side shoot.   Distinctly visible, if your eye is trained.

Go ahead.  Create a separate life.  Give it its own place and in no time it will establish itself as an independent entity.  Tiny as the new units may be, they are by no means any smaller than the potted perennials I buy at nurseries or through catalogues.  But viable they are.  You can see it yourself.  Enough root, stick it in the ground.

Main point to remember: Minimize exposure of the roots to air. Whenever I am not actually separating the plant or working on it otherwise, I make certain the roots are covered and not exposed to air and light. A moist newspaper or a wet cloth will do. You see, the root hairs, at the tip of the root, are easily injured. If you injure too many at the same time, if you are too rough, the plant may not be able to replace the root hairs quickly enough to accommodate the plant's needs after you have put it back in the soil. Plants eat food through these root hairs. Plants absorb food through water, liquefied food like an IV. The absorption of the food takes place by way of osmosis . That is, the concentration of minerals and gases in the root is higher than in the soil surrounding the root. The root attracts the lower concentrates in the soil and thus the plant absorbs food.

When you divide a plant or transport it, think of the root hairs. They are the thinnest parts of the roots, the most fragile and should be treated as such.

Plants eat food through these root hairs. Plants absorb food through water, liquefied food like an IV. The absorption of the food takes place by way of osmosis . That is, the concentration of minerals and gases in the root is higher than in the soil surrounding the root. The root attracts the lower concentrates in the soil and thus the plant absorbs food.

When you divide a plant or transport it, think of the root hairs. They are the thinnest parts of the roots, the most fragile and should be treated as such.

 

I find there are few things that rival the satisfaction I get from separating the intricate root system of a handsome perennial.

When I squat down in front of the parent plants, I sense I am multiplying my wealth.  Spreading beauty where I want it.  Creating multitudes of blooms and . I am getting a high Return On Investment and improve the economies of scale of my garden.

When is the best time to divide perennials?  Late summer or autumn.

What plants divide well?

Most plants lend themselves very well to division. I find that all plants in the gray leaf family, such as all Artemisias, Lambs' Ears, Achilleas and Veronicas lend themselves very well to such separation. But then there is hardly a limit. And you needn't limit yourself to perennials. Some shrubs are very division friendly. Such as heaths, heather, Buddleias, Berberry Bush. The roots of Dahlias, which you should take out of the ground after the first blackening frost come apart very easily in your hands. Try and experiment with any of your favorites.

Some plants beg to be divided every so many years. My experience with Eucheras [Coral Bells] is that they require an occasional move.  If they stay in one space too long, they will reduce flower output.  They tell me they want a move.  So I do it.  My Eucheras want a move every third year.  Eucheras are some of the easiest to separate. They untangle themselves.

Others don't give quite that easy. You'll notice that the roots will not always auto-separate. If you go about it manually and try to separate the roots by hand, I often end up ripping the plant apart.  If I put both hands on the clump and wring the sections I hold apart, a lot of the roots may break off.  It really may appear very cruel and crude to go about it this way.  Don't worry, though. There is enough of it to go about.  Any broken off roots will serve a purpose in the compost heap.

A cleaner way, of course, is to use a sharp knife and cut right through the root clump, leaving nice square clumps to be replanted.

Remain aware that once those mutilated roots are put back in the ground they will thrive, provided they have water and food.

The mutilation itself is something else altogether. It may revitalize the plant, set off added growth.  It happens to people too.  Maybe you have experienced it yourself.

Sometimes people get ripped out of a trusted, familiar environment. It may be an office environment or any other place they have grown accustomed to, a marriage or family relationship. No matter what. You know how important routine can become in a person's life.  Interrupting the routine is going to have some effect, one way or another.  Very often it will unleash hidden creativity.  If lightning strikes a tree and brings down a number of big, adult branches, there will be increased growth activity in the years after the hit.  Far more than anywhere else in the tree.

After a plant has been subdivided in the fall, it will have plenty of time to grow new roots. The new roots wills strengthen and fully charge the plants for spring.  In upstate New York, growth will continue till mid December.

If you choose to subdivide them in spring, the perennials will likely put the bulk of their energy in reestablishing themselves, rather than applying their energies to bloom, to being pretty.

In my garden, there is this big batch of Yellow Yarrow Achillea. I planted it last year.  Or rather, I filled the patch with offshoots from the main Achillea patch, somewhere else in the garden.  All I had planted were little individual strands of the root of the plant.  Now each little strand has evolved into the size of a hand. The soil wasn't even that good. Do they grow!

Divide How Often?

The recommended practice is to divide every three or four years, not sooner. Most perennials require that amount of time to anchor themselves into the ground, to become the mature cultivar the catalog touted it to be.  Moving it about every year may result in disappointing bloom.  Hosta is a good example. The Hostas I have not disturbed for five years or more, now have developed enormous leaves.  The ones that have recently been moved, are much smaller.

However, for many plants, I see no need for such limitation.

If the plant is thriving where it is and you'd like to have more of them, why wait 3 or 4 years.  My experience is that if I have dug up a plant, divided it and split it up into 8 new plants, next year, the year after that each of those eight pieces is again ready for division into 64 or 48 new pieces. Why Not?

When you plant the divided roots, think in terms of abundance.

Think in swaths.  How many do you want.  Where.  All over the place.  What area do you want to colorize?  There is no limit.  By all means, you're rich. Flaunt it.   

Lilies

Lilies  are bulbs.    They are like an onion, a tulip, daffodil or hyacinth.  Bulbs have various and very distinct ways of division or multiplication.  Each quite different from root based plants. 

Offsets:  They are like little baby offspring, growing at the base of the parent bulb, shooting off miniature stalks.    The offsets will grow in size every year until they are big enough to start a life of their own.

The offsets will grow in size every year until they are big enough to start a life of their own.  They are viable immediately but will take a number of years to produce their own flowers.  If you want to relocate them, do it in the fall.  I usually wait until there is a good supply of Lilies. For the first couple of years I will be content with one single stalk and flower bunch.  Within a five year period or so I do expect an increase of stalks.  

I will not pick off the Offsets until there is a solid group of young off shoots.  I must admit that doesn't happen all the time.  Sometime, there are no small bulbs with offsets at all and the lily remains that lonely stalk year after year.  And that's OK too.

Scales:  If you have ever cut an onion, you know what Scales are.  Every layer of the onion is a Scale.  In Lilies they are a little more distinct than in onions, but the idea is the same.  They grow from the base of the bulb.  If you break them off gently you have new growth in your hands.   Bring them inside in moist, warm soil and they will root and grow bulbs themselves.  They carry flower in give or take, three years.  Worth waiting for?  Yes.  Try it.

Bulbils: are the shiny black, pea sized bulblets growing in the leaf pits of the stalk.  Not all Lilies grow Bulbils.  Tiger Lilies do. 

The bulbils will fall off the stem after bloom and self seed or you can catch them before they drop and scatter them where you would like to see them perform in about three years. 

Remember that black and white photograph of Marlene Dietrich, all made up, with her hair flowing in all directions. Beautiful picture. Very done and rehearsed.  In the foreground  imitating the wild flows of hair, a flower.  An orchid.   That photograph has been discussed over and over.  Whoever looks at the image will agree that the flower reflects the in your face sensuality,  the sexuality of Marlene. The similarities are blunt and obvious.

The photo is intended to stir up the fantasies of a sensual, sexual and naked Marlene.  It does work.  But, the flower should have been a Lily.  After all, we're talking Lily Marlene and Shanghai Lily.   Lily represents the ultimate in sensuality and sexuality in the garden.

There are several reasons why I feel this way.

The first is the vaguest but probably the most important one.  It is the overall impression. It is the lushness, the voluptuousness, sumptuousness of its form, the strength of its stalk rising from the soil, the fervor of its smell, the glory of its colors, the weight of its texture. The overall performance is of such power as to leave one awed..

There are very fine ways to describe the lily. Even its little sibling, the daylily has been given similar reviews. Says garden designer and writer Sydney Eddison: "There is nothing coy about [it]. In fact, part of its beauty lies in the elegance of its reproductive apparatus which it parades before appreciative insects and eager hybridizers."   And indeed, Epicurus holds that the world is a series of fortuitous combinations of atoms and that the highest good is pleasure, interpreted as freedom from disturbance or pain.  Hedonism.

The three exhibitionist elements are fascinatingly prominent elements of the Lily flower......  

Follows the thought process an average lily goes through..  You think flowers cannot  really think?  Well  listen......

"Dark in here. Hardly any air. Getting chilly.  Nothing to do here. Face down.  Ass up.  No one else here.  All by myself. 

Getting real cold now.  Am I tired!  Frigid. Ice cold. Nothing happening.  Freezing. What? No nothing. Bored.   Stiff.    What? Was that?  Something stirring?

Couldn't be. Yeah, I feel something. Can't be. Yeah, I do. Something's going on. I can feel it. Something's moving. Something's moving inside. It's moving now! Ohh. It's moving up. It's going up. It's coming out of me. I can feel it. Ohh. There goes. Going up, out the ground. Nice out there. So bright. All these things there. Keep on moving. I keep on going up now. Unfolding these pretty green leaves. Getting taller. Taller than the little things below. Getting real big now.

Now feel this. It's getting warm at the top. It's soft, it's delicate and getting big. It's swelling. Ohh. It's coming loose. It's tearing open. Gently though. Gentle. Softly. It's warm here. I'm opening. I'm opening up. Here is my pistil, my stigma oozing; here are my stamens, here are my anthers, here's my pollen. Come......."



So, when you get back into the garden and you see a strong young lily stalk emerging from the soil, you now know exactly what it is going through....  Don't step on it. 

TULIPS:

The blooming year starts off with things blunt and bold. It's a reward for having survived the cold of the past winter.  What comes out of the ground now is simple and bold.     

Daffodils are intensely yellow except for recent attempts at muting the 'in-your- face' yellow by introducing pinks and other pastel colors.  Tulips, the reds and yellows are blunt and piercing.  Mass plantings stand out in any place they are planted.....

Tulips thrive best in cool climates. Originally from the area between Turkey, Pakistan and Kazakhstan, imported into Northwest Europe in the 16th century, they still reflect their origins.   They like it cold and cool.  Notwithstanding all bio engineering efforts, tulips do not thrive naturally in California or Florida where there are no extended periods of cold weather.  Tulips require cool dormancy to bloom, but then, 6 weeks in the back of a Florida fridge will do the trick..

From an aesthetic perspective, I see two shapes of tulip:  The tulip in a cool environment and the one in a warm place, like your living room.  The classic tulip is the one in a cool space, the outdoor garden.   The very thin elegant stem rises straight up.  It broadens suddenly into extravagant exorbitant color, yellow, red, orange or parrot.   But unlike most other flowers, the tulip at its prettiest stays closed.  It does not open.  This is the sweetest angle to look at a tulip:  from its side.  So different from most other flowers like a rose or a dahlia which you look at from above.  When  you bring the tulip into a warm environment, the tight closed petals of the flower open up and the classic image changes.... 17th century Dutch still life paintings excelled at creating this magnificence.  

How to work the tulip:  Buy your bulbs in the fall and plant them in the ground before the ground is frozen solid.  That means, in the Northeast you have time till mid December.   

After they have bloomed, take them out of the ground, store them for the summer,  [this is their dormancy] and then put them back into the ground in the fall.  When you take them out in spring you will notice small accompanying bulbs;   separate them if they are big enough to be viable.

Replant all of them back in the ground in autumn for next year.  Doing it like this is correct, the way commercial growers do it;  doing it like this is an enormous amount of work and of course no one does it.   

What I have been doing, though, is just leave the bulbs in the ground and watch them becoming smaller and fewer as the years pass, because bulbs are not perennials.....  And then they disappear completely.....

But not all the time.   There are several in the garden, where I planted tulips over twenty (20!) years ago and where a single tulip has now spread to show a gorgeous bouquet every year.  These lucky ones are pretty close to becoming a perennial.

Tulips:  a good investment?

It really doesn't take much time to dig a hole, plant the bulbs with the tip up, cover the ground, wait out the winter and sit back and watch beauty evolve...... the effect of a good patch of tulip is enormous.  It announces the beauty of spring and ..   You have colorized a whole area.  

What a great return on investment.