White Plains, NY: A City of Contrasts

Entry is updated version of 1st 3 sections of White Plains, New York: A City of Contrasts published in 2013.

Remaining updated versions of the book can be found under different titles listed at the end of this entry.

Original Book (soft cover & e-book) is for sale with online venders. Facebook page for book under this title is also maintained by author and gives related info:

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CONTRASTS: Today a modern suburb of New York City, White Plains (WP) is best known for its shopping centers, courts & services. Many come for work, study and entertainment.  WP has an “urban” vibe offering services usually only available to much larger cities.

In contrast, WP played an important part in the American Revolution. Here NY became an independent state in the summer of 1776 and then in a few months’ time the setting for a standoff between the American Continental Army & the British Empire. Had things not gone as they did, America’s dream of independence might have been lost.

Throughout the city, one can still find remnants from earlier times. Many older structures have been repurposed for a purpose completely different from their original use.

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BEGINNINGS: During the early 17th century, WP was home to members of the Weckquaeskeck tribe of the Mohican Nation. Evidence shows settlements on Fisher Hill. Natives referred to the area as Quarropas, which has been translated to mean “white marches” or “plains of white.”

Perhaps the best explanation for the city’s name is that there were once numerous wetlands on which a heavy white mist would often linger. Even though many of these wetlands are gone,  mists still hover over the city where the tops of skyscrapers disappear. There is another explanation concerning groves of white balsam but John Rösch dismissed this since there were no traces of the plant by 1874.

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A number of old trails used by early inhabitants would become some of WP’s first roads. A number of streets still have Native American origins. Quarropas St is in the business district (BD). Nosband, Shapham and Orawaupum Avenues were named after sachems (tribal chiefs). Kensico , which is used for a number of streets, comes from the English spelling of Chief Cockenseco.

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The Dutch, who came to North America following Henry Hudson’s explorations of 1609, set up trading posts, towns and forts along the Hudson River as far north as Albany. The colony of New Netherland was established with New Amsterdam as its center.  Due to the high demand for furs in Europe, the colony flourished.

In 1644, the British took control of the Dutch colony renaming it NY after James II, the Duke of York and Albany. The Dutch retook the area briefly in 1673 but this ended in 1674 with the end of the Third Anglo-Dutch War. In 1683, NY was divided into twelve counties of which Westchester was one; the Bronx was part of it. People who came to the county found an abundance of forests filled with trees, wildlife, fertile lands and rocks that were readily available for trade, farming and building.  Traders who came to the WP area referred to it as “White Plains.”

Settlers came to the colony during Dutch rule from all over Europe including Scandinavia, Germany, France and Belgium.  French Huguenots and Jews came seeking freedom, while Africans were brought as slaves.  Under British rule this tradition continued and was part of an agreement made with the Dutch avoiding a hostile takeover. Conflicts though with Native Americans often resulted in violence. Mural taken in Yonkers, NY around 2012 that depicted the meeting between Hudson and Natives of Manhattan (Lenape Tribe).

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PURCHASE OF WP & COLONIAL TIMES:

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The Westchester

On November 22, 1683, a group of Puritans from Rye bought 4,435 acres of land from the Weckquaeskeck and Siwanoy people.  Sale took place alongside a lake in the area where The Westchester Mall is located. On the day of the purchase, WP was considered part of CT and then six days later after a boundary settlement, WP was part of NY.

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Drawing “Purchase of the White Plains”) by John Rösch (former City historian) illustrates the purchase; is hung in WP City Clerk’s office at City Hall. WP Public Library has a photograph in their digital collection that one can access online that shows the rocks depicted in the drawing. Obviously, there are some historic depictions of Native Americans that are inaccurate in the drawing, but this is what was known at the time about native Americans during Rösch’s time. The Native Americans depicted are more like those in the mid-west (teepees and clothing) or the “plains.”


Soon after the purchase, John Richbell of Mamaroneck made a claim to the same land claiming that WP was part of a much larger purchase he made in 1661 with different Native tribes. John Richbell sent surveyors to the area, but they were driven off. After Richbell’s death in 1684, his claim was sold to Colonel Caleb Heathcoat of Scarsdale but he too failed to reclaim the land before his death in 1706. WP settlers petitioned the Governor of the NY Colony to grant them a royal patent that would give them the rights to the land, but it was not till 1721 that a royal decree was made.  The city, though, did not forget John Richbell naming a street after him.

The settlers came from Rye by way of an Indian trail. This road appears on early maps as the “Road to Rye,” but in 1708 it was called “Queen’s Highway” named for Queen Anne. Today, it is known as North Street (St).  During colonial times, WP remained a village in the Town of Rye.

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By 1697, the Village of WP was centered along another Indian trail where N & S Broadway are today.  By 1734, it was referred to as “The Village Street.”  Open space called “the Commons” was designated for residential use by the community. The commons became the center of Broadway and then Broadway Park. In 1898, Charles Tibbits, a community member, founded WP Village Park Association to improve the park that would later be renamed in his honor.

Running through the park, is the Heritage trail with red & blue markers was created by the WP Monument Committee established in 1958; is now sponsored by the WP Historical Society. It is linked to Google maps at whiteplainshistory.org. An original map of the trail that includes different areas can be found on the Town of Harrison’s website (harrison-ny.gov).

Monuments in the park include the Civil War Statue, Christopher Columbus Statue, and the gun for WWI.

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In 2009, the routes used by Generals George Washington & Jean-Baptiste Donation de Vimeur, Comte de Rochambeau (of France) during the later part of the Revolution were designated as a National Historic Trail.  In 2016 makers were placed in Tibbits Park marking the route that comes through WP. Information about this trail can be found at the website nps.gov/warp/index.htm. Markers like these can be found elsewhere in the area along the route.

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Other updated sections from book are: WP and the American Revolution and War Remembrances from the Battle of WP, Westchester County Seat and Government, Waterways in White Plains, WP’s 1st Village St, WP Older Houses, Historic Traces in WP BD, Houses of Worship, WP Schools History, Buried in WP, WP Quarry & Farms, WP Historic Businesses & Organizations, Memorials in WP & WP Hospitals. Sources for book are listed in a separate entry Sources for Further Study of WP.

Other entries about WP (not found in the book) can be found on this website are: Demographics in White Plains, What’s in a Name: The Bar Building, Battle of WP video, Art in WP, The Arts in White Plains: Past and Present, Seeking History One Foot at a time: WP’s Walking Tours, where is the Mamaroneck River in WP, What’s in a name? Bloomingdale Rd vs Bloomingdale’s, Presidents in WP, Martine Ave, Coloring for Adults: WP Photos, WP Neighborhoods, Origin of Names of Places in WP, Transportation in WP, How Well Do You Know WP?, Parking in WP, and Washington-Rochambeau Revolutionary Route National Historic Trail as well as many others.

Writing and Collecting Children’s Books

Have a collection of Children’s books that I am looking to get rid of. Had them for a long time but now want others to enjoy them instead of just sitting on a shelf. Most still have worth.

Just love children’s books. Wrote a number but only published the one about Saving the Gorilla. Trying to get publishing experience to get a literary agent, I tried to get the article about the Gorilla published with a children’s magazine but after they rejected it, I added the pictures I took of gorillas at Bronx Zoo and made it into a picture book. Actually sold one recently to my surprise on Amazon.

Have written a number of children’s books and even one for teens (When Being Special Isn’t). It began with a Dot can be found on my website. The King of Nowhere, isn’t posted by I wrote it for my Children’s Lit class when getting my master’s back in 1979 and it is based on people trying to find their first job when they have no experience. The King in this tale has no Kingdom but tries his hand of being a King by substituting for a real King. Of course, things don’t go well, and the King of Nowhere goes home feeling like he might just be better off not having a country that might go to war, have a Queen to deal with as well as listening to a lot of subject’s complaints. I even illustrated it but gave the original away to a fellow Art teacher at White Plains High.

It began With a Dot (posted on my website) was written when I took a puppetry class during my undergraduate days at Southern Connecticut during my Junior year. Was also doing community service at an elementary school in New Haven and developed a reading readiness program taught through art and puppetry. I actually presented the story to over 100 people at an event the professors had on using puppetry in the classroom. It was a Grad class, and I had to get permission to take it. I used puppetry when I student taught at elementary school in Stamford back in 1975. I got the placement since I was going to live back home in Yonkers to save Room/Board expenses. Commuted from my home in Yonkers to Stamford every day. It was my last 8 weeks at Southern. I finished my credits for graduation during Dec 1975 though I officially did not graduate till June1976. Took extra courses during each semester of my Junior/Senior year along with summer courses at Mercy College in Dobbs Ferry. Southern allowed those with good grades to take up to 21 credits a semester at the same tuition costs. It saved me money to finish a semester early and I even ended up getting with a job in April 1976 in Bridgewater, Maine before I even officially graduated. I like the King of Nowhere knew I had to have experience to teach in anywhere else, so I took a job no one else wanted. I also thought I wanted to live in Maine, but I had only been to the coast. Never heard of Mars Hill and living there was far from life down state or near the coast.

Reading was something my mother pushed us children at an early age. We could not afford many books though we got some at the grocery store on promotions for little money. We got library cards as soon as we could write our names and were frequent users at Will Library in Yonkers. My uncle Joe worked for a publisher in NYC and sometimes he gave us some books he got from work. I loved this. Owning a book was so important to me. Today I read a lot of Horror and Mysteries and the children’s books I collected were from famous adult writers like Dean Koontz, Jonathan Kellerman, Steven King, Mary Stewart, Toni Morrison, and other famous authors like Sendak. First book I got to know was The Giving Tree by William Faulkner. Read the Sound and the Fury in high school and when I searched the library for other books by the author, there was this children’s book. It was never supposed to be published as it was a gift by Faulkner to his niece. I had trouble finding a first edition but my sister Irene who collected Science Fiction novels, located a copy for me at $75.

Gave people gifts of children’s books but my parents did like the ones I gave them. Gave my father Oh, The Places You’ll Go by Dr. Seuss and my mother the Giving Tree by Silverstein. Mom felt that the book was sad as the tree ended up as a bench. Ironically, when Mom and Dad saw Danny Kaye’s grave at Kensico, Mom liked the idea of a bench on her grave. I have their copies now. My Dad hated his book and maybe it reminded him of his age.

My sister also got me a copy of My Pretty Pony by Stephen King, but I sold that one (it was just too scary for me) when I sold a lot of books on Amazon a long time ago. Used to give retiring staff children’s books. Some were well received while others weren’t. I gave my former boss, Dan Woodard, The Purple Crayon. Woodard would always correct my writings with his purple pen. I gave a group of children stories to a school psychologist, and she was just delighted with this gift since she had grandchildren she could read them to.

Family was always important to my mother, and she was responsible for keeping my father in touch with his many cousins, aunts, and uncles. She got this trait from her mother who had two sisters and two brothers. One distant cousin I never knew I had contacted me on Ancestry from our connection with one of my grandmother’s cousins. Didn’t ever meet my mother’s mother since she died when my mother was 16 and I was born a number of years later in 1954. I also didn’t know my father’s father since he died during World War II. I did post the paper I wrote where I interviewed my living grandparents on my website.

My niece used to go through my parents closets when she visited and she found the paper I wrote along with the recordings I made. She used my paper as a source for an assignment she was given about her ancestors.

Like the King of Nowhere, most school districts back in 1975 wanted experienced teachers. Friends from college who ended up going to Ohio for work to get that experience. One came back and got a job where she grew up in CT. She is of course retired. Another ended up getting her masters in the Gifted from Columbia University and got a job in Norwalk. She too has been retired.

I have other collections, but this one was dear to me with my connection to children’s books.  I taught many students how to read and gave them choices in selecting books to read during sustained silent reading that I had twice a week.

Photographer Sandra Harrison

During my teaching years, I took a lot of pictures but during my years at White Plains High School I took many pictures of students playing sports over a ten-year period or so. I made the pictures into collages and gave away many pictures to students. I blew up some when a student asked and the pictures were used by coaches for teaching, by the school yearbook and paper and the district in their yearly calendars.

Took a few classes in black and white development and got a really nice camera that allowed me to take fast moving pics.

Tried to go to at least one game or event for every team during the three seasons. Not using a flash was a challenge and once got yelled at by judges at a swim meet when my flash went off by itself. Basketball was one of the harder ones to film due to the fast action and swimming where things were often dark. Found wrestling to be the most boring to watch.

This is my favorite picture taken in 1993 of the Varsity Basketball team. I titled it “Read” since there was a girl there reading a book during a time out. Did not see that very often.

Here the others were either talking to each other or were listening to the coaches give directions to the players. Didn’t notice the girl there till the photo was developed.

Varsity Baseball 1990’s

VOTE AMERICA

America doesn’t work when people don’t vote. So if you haven’t voted or will be turning 18 soon, see http://vote.gov to learn how to vote.

People who think they are registered to vote; check with your own locals to make sure you haven’t been taken off the rolls.

Make sure you know where to vote and make a plan to get to the polls or apply for absentee ballots if you can’t be there in person.

Be prepared for long lines and have ID and proof of citizenship just encase states send National Guardsman to polls along with ICE.

Talk up voting to your friends and family and persuade those who aren’t voting to do so.

If everyone voted, this nation would be a very different place. Elections have consequences and apathy is killing our Democracy and Constitutional government. Vote at every level of government and learn about the candidates to make sure the people you vote for share your values and will fight for the things you want.

VOTE!

My First & Last Camping Experience

Only once did I ever go camping. It was the 60’s and I was with my girl scout troop. We went on a camping trip to somewhere in upstate NY. Those two days turned out to be pure misery, and this experience has stayed with me till this day. And, as a result, I never ever went camping again.

I don’t remember the year, but I think it was during elementary school when I was old enough to go places on my own. My parents dropped me off on a Saturday morning. Don’t remember exactly where the bus took us, but it was outside Yonkers in some place upstate where there was a campground.

The experience started off poorly before I even boarded the bus along with a bunch of other girls my age. This woman who had a strong sense of authority stopped me before getting on the bus. She chided me and told me that my bedroll was not properly done. She then made me reroll it up and gave me directives in a loud enough voice that everyone took notice and watched. I had a bedroll made from a blanket that contained all my toiletries and things I had packed for the trip. I did not have a store-bought sleeping bag like most of the others because my family didn’t have one at the time. This moment was embarrassing, and I was close to tears.

After the bus trip, we were given tents to set up for that night. I had never slept in a tent before, and I ended up being given a 6-person tent that another girl in my troop Wendy Z and I would share. It was another first-hand experience; I would have that weekend. It took us a bit to assemble it, but it ended up being the only good thing that happened to me that weekend. With just the two of us, we had plenty of room to sleep which was unlike others who had those single pup tents.

I don’t remember much as to what we did during the day but all the food that we were served was burnt. The people assigned to this task had no idea what they were doing. I remembered how my father used to barbeque and everything would be perfectly cooked. When I saw the aluminum foil chicken and corn placed directly on a huge pile of coals, I knew things would not turn out well. I didn’t see anyone watching the fire and all the food on the coals ended up being burn. And, then for breakfast the next day things weren’t much better. The pancakes we got were also burnt though they were cooked in an open pan.

Then there was the worst of the worst experience, the latrines. On the first night I had to go to the bathroom. We had flashlights to get there. The latrines stunk profusely and were so full of flies that after I did my business, I ran out of the building as fast as I could. The other girls were also having a bad experience, and one could hear it in their voices. I had never ever used a latrine before, and I never dreamed of this as the way to do my business. After that night, I didn’t go back there and didn’t go for the rest of the trip.

When I got home, the first thing I did was run to the bathroom. My mother who was in the backyard of our home saw me come home Sunday afternoon. But I didn’t even stop to say hello and ran inside to use the bathroom. When I came out to talk to my mother, she seemed to know that something was wrong.

As a child and then as an adult, I hiked in many different places, but never ever would I think about staying overnight in a camp again. Having a toilet that flushed was very important to me. I did have experiences with porta potties for single use from time to time but truly when I could I preferred to go in the woods squatting down to do my business.

Once as a member of Westchester Trails (Association). I heard a lecture by a young man who had hiked the full length of the Appalachian Trail. It was when he showed us the bars on the shelters in the Smokies that were used to sleep in that I knew I wasn’t cut out to be an overnight camper. The bars were to keep the bears out and one had to string their gear onto tree branches hanging out from a limb at night as well. I did hike the Appalachian Trail at various places in NY, NJ and CT but was just a day tripper.

As for bears, I did get my first and last encounter with a live bear when I was living in Mars Hill for 18 months from April 1976 to July 1977. Small brown bear sped across Rt 1 when I was driving with a friend to Baxter State Park. The bear went across the road just north of Houlton. If I didn’t have someone with me in the car, I might not have believed it really happened. I had to slam on my brakes while praying that I would miss the bear and that the 19-wheeler hugging my tail would not hit me. We were going to visit a friend at Baxter State Park who had a camp nearby. We only saw a silver fox in the park though I thought we might encountered a Moose.

I did go to the Smokies as an adult on a trip to North Carolina (NC)and made a point to go on the Appalachian trail at the border between NC and Tennessee. Lucky for me I never saw any bears then either. I am not fond of large wild creatures except for deer that I was used to seeing on hikes.

White Plains Historians, Archivist & Enthusiasts

White Plains (WP) Historians:

John Rösch (1854-1949), born in 1854 NYC, was historian for WP and came to White Plains (WP) in 1874, He was a photographer, artist, cartoonist, author and illustrator who had a shop on the former Railroad Ave (now Main Street). He was author of a number of books about WP.

Renoda Brown Hoffman (1909-2005) was WP historian and wrote many books about the city including the Battle of WP. A clock in her honor can be found in Tibbits Park.

Archivist:

Elaine Massena, WP Archivist Elaine Massena, is a longtime resident (over 35 yrs) active historian and also worked at Westchester County archives in Elmsford, where she was the principal archivist. Massena was recruited in 1994 by the WP City Historian Renoda Hoffman to help her organize and house her extensive collection of WP materials She recently published White Plains in the 20th Century with Ben Himelfarb (former librarian WPPL). They gathered 200 photographs largely from the collections of artist/photographer John Rosch (1854-1949).

Other WP Historians (unofficial) Come Across With My Own Research:

Erik Pleska: Writer of various books about Buckout Road in Harrison and WP. Link: Buckout Road – America’s Scariest Street Westchester County NY – hauntings & urban legends –

Ben Himelfarb (former History Librarian WPHS). See Local History under WP Public Library website for some of his work.

Clifford Blau (did a study of the names behind the streets of WP) Link: https://whiteplainslibrary.org/2016/03/street-maps-and-family-pictures/

Rev. Jeffrey A. Geary: Ordained in 1996 to serve historic Setauket Presbyterian Church (home of George Washington’s Spy Ring). Was pastor of WP Presbyterian Church for 12 yrs and is now with Cornwall Presbyterian Church. He has an interest in history and has posted things that involve WP. Link: Local Heritage | revgeary

Cruelty

Why are people so cruel?

Just like the song from “Hair,” this question was asked.

Cruelty comes in all sizes, colors, shapes and sounds.

It always seems to be about

Hiding sometimes in the shadows

But now it seems there is an open season on cruelty

People hating each other, treating others like they are less than human

Evil is often the underside of cruelty

Disregarding others

These people seem to be on another level

Or is it just narcissism

Love of oneself often leads to cruelty toward others

Why can’t we all just be?

Why must people want to control others?

Making them into something they aren’t.

Why can’t people just be different as they were created?

All over the world people come in different sizes, genders, shapes, shades,

And often they speak different languages, practice different religions or none,

Eat different things, and practice different customs,

But for heaven’s sake why do some people not just accept these differences,

And just let people,

Be who they are, be who they think, and be who they want to be?

Cruelty can be violent

Cruelty can be hate speech

Cruelty is blind and often done to torment and harrass someone

Just to be evil.

Living Inside Stephen King’s Head

We are living in strange times

Like ones that Stephen King has created in his novels.

Where a woman can’t be in control of her own body or its care,

Where gun ownership is more important than the lives of people killed by guns.

And where pro-lifers are for the death penalty, and though they are anti-abortion they are against immigration.

They just don’t want people from certain places to have a good life.

Though of no fault of their own, they were born somewhere else that doesn’t allow them a life worth living.

They say how sorry they are when someone dies at the hands of the police, to someone killed by a mass shooter or even when a catastrophic event happens killing people.

But we don’t do anything to stop the madness, the killing, or the hate.

And we don’t even try to prevent these things from happening again.

By being prepared for such events and tragedies.

Historic Apartment Buildings in White Plains

Besides the apartment buildings mentioned in other sections related to the book there are apartment buildings that predate 1940 in other parts of the city:

Saxon House (1928) at 23 Old Mamaroneck Rd,

Surrey Strathmore (1939) at 90 Bryant Ave

Bristol House (1930) at 10 Nosband Ave are three.

Tennis Anyone?

I like tennis

Not to play, but to watch

Like the battle, the competition and the atmosphere

First watched a tournament on TV when I was a young adult

Can’t remember when I first caught the fever but it’s been decades

Used to watch Chrissy Evert with her stern expressions

Against the more emotional hard-hitting Martina Navratilova

Loved McEnroe, Connors, Borg and then Becker

The tournaments were like huge outdoor theaters in the round

People watch intently what can go on for hours even when its really hot

While two players bang a ball across a single net strung out across a painted court

There’s the clay, the hard courts and the original grass

Remember.it was the sport of kings

They have table tennis and now pickleball

But there is nothing like a tennis match

There is the anticipation

The thrill of watching a single fuzzy ball go back and forth on a court

Whether it is in or whether it is out, the player scores

There are the net cords where the ball can drop on either side

It’s where zero’s don’t exist but love does instead

There’s lots of money at stake with the modern game

Its a game of endurance, lots of sweat and fancy steps