Archive | January 2015

Stage Your Home


By Renee S. Stengel, Associate Broker Houlihan Lawrence

Now is the time to prepare your homes for sale because the spring market is almost upon us. Yes, along with the forsythia will come the buyers ready to look for their new home.
Every home must sell twice, first the viewing on the internet and then the decision to visit the listings that are camera ready! And this means, “Less is more,” I am always aware that staged homes seller faster and for more money. A buyer needs to picture their family living in your space. Just putting on makeup or slimming clothes for a picture is not enough. You need to smile pretty and you need to do the same for your home. We have all viewed pictures on the internet that do nothing to enhance the qualities of a home but rather detract from it’s beauty. Every home is unique. Before your home says cheese to the camera for pictures that will be posted on the internet it is critically important for your home to be sparkling and neat as pin. It will be captured for all to see. Highlighting you home’s features will get you more showings and a good real estate ending, a sale!
The credit for the makeover goes to Carla Grammatica of Stage-Setters             

diningb2 Before -
diningb_ux2w after

                                               

The Walkability Factor

The Walkability Factor
by Renee S. Stengel

Recently, I was recommended to a very savvy young couple, Sarah and Pat. The very first thing on their wish list for a new home was walkability. Many of today’s home buyers are
looking for more than the usual wish list of wants in a home. Below is a widget for Armonk for you. Just enter an address below and view your walk score.

Buying A Home In Westchester County – Home Inpections

Living, Buying & Selling in Westchester, New York – Home Inspections

You found the perfect house, have an agreed deal and now the home inspection. The American Society of Home Inspections trains and informs their members of changes in individual state regulations. NACHI defines the home inspections as,

“a visual assessment of a home’s structure and systems.” And, it “should extend beyond the visual to the operations.”

A home inspection is an important part of the home buying process because it gives you an opportunity to get to know the systems of the home. And it also discloses problems that are not apparent or visible to you, the buyer. The National Association of Certified Home Inspectors (NACHI) provides its Code of Ethics to the public.

Recommendations from your attorney or friends that had a good experience with an inspector should be pursued. Here in Westchester County, I give a service providers list to my clients that contains the names of New York State licensed inspectors but I do not recommend an individual inspector. The Inspection should cover the following: the structures and systems, exterior, roofing, plumbing, electrical, heating and air-conditioning, home interior, ventilation, appliances, fireplaces, additional systems (e.g. generator, etc.). Separate, but equally important, inspections for termites, radon, septic, oil tanks and water need to be added to complete a through process.

New York State requires that,

“any one to four family home, in New York State, for sale must submit a Property Condition Disclosure to the buyer prior to the signing of a binding contract of sale. The Disclosure will be attached to the contract. If the buyer does not receive the disclosure they are entitled to a $500 credit at closing. Whether the seller provides the disclosure or not, the seller is still liable for any undisclosed defects. The Disclosure form will be provided to you by your listing agent. You will be advised to consult your attorney in regards to the disclosure. Your agent can not give you advice as to whether to complete or ignore the disclosure.”

But of course, “As is,” varies and you, the buyer do not have to accept this caveat.

In today’s real estate market, homeowners may want to correct defects but are not obligated to do so.

Get what you pay for – be present during the home inspection and walk along with the inspector as he completes his work. Ask questions and take notes. Your inspector will issue a written report.

Of course, there will be things that are not up to par but prioritize the important issues. The homeowner is not obligated to correct conditions but they might want to do so if they want to sell their home.

“The New Rules of Real Estate”

Trending in a soon to be released book “The New Rules of Real Estate.” By Spencer Rascoff, Stan Humphries for their surprising  rules of the for road real estate. “That’s the advice of Spencer Rascoff, CEO of Zillow.com, who collected statistics from his site’s database of 110 million homes to find trends in real-estate pricing. Along with Zillow economist Stan Humphries,”  By Susannah  Cahalan in the New York Post

Photo: Getty Images


By Susannah Cahalan
Looking to buy a home? It’s better to be on a “Way” than a “Street,” pick a female real-estate agent and try to be close to a Starbucks. That’s the advice of Spencer Rascoff, CEO of Zillow.com, who collected statistics from his site’s database of 110 million homes to find trends in real-estate pricing. Along with Zillow economist Stan Humphries, he has written “The New Rules of Real Estate” (Grand Central), out Tuesday. Some of his findings:

  • The Starbucks effect. Take two identical homes sold in 1997. One near Starbucks would have sold for an average of $137,000, while the same home without a Starbucks would have sold for $102,000. Fast-forward 15 years: the average US home appreciated 65 percent to $168,000, but the property next to Starbucks skyrockets 96 percent to $269,000.
  • All renovations are not created equal. The greatest return for your investment is a mid-range bathroom remodel, a $3,000 job that returns $1.71 for every dollar spent. The worst home improvements for value are kitchen remodeling and finishing a basement. A top-of-the-line kitchen reno will cost you $22,000, and you’ll only get about $0.51 back for every $1 you spend.
  • Use the right words in a listing. Avoid “unique,” “TLC,” “investment” and “potential” — these could lower sale prices by as much as 7 percent. But words like “luxurious” for bottom-tier homes and “captivating” for top-tier homes could add 8.2 percent to your home’s value. Longer, more-detailed listings often sell for more.
  • “When” is as important as “how much.” In New York, the worst time to sell is the second week of December (listings sold for 2.8 percent less than average). The best time is March, when homes sold faster and for 2 percent more.
  • Seven is an unlucky number. Homes with “777” as their address sell for 2.1 percent less than their estimated value; house numbers that just include 777 (such as 17779 Main St.), sell for 1.8 percent less. Oddly, houses with just 7 as their number sell for 1.8 percent more than the estimated sale price.
  • Psychological pricing works. Listings with a nine in the thousand digit ($450,000 vs. $449,000) sell anywhere from four days to a full week faster.
  • Female agents tend to sell homes faster and for higher prices.
  • What’s in a name? A lot of cash, according to Zillow’s data. Homes on named streets tend to be 2 percent more valuable ­nationwide than numbered ones (unless you’re talking about New York City, where it’s a wash). But Main Street homes garner 4 percent less than America’s median home value. Street names with Lake or Sunset will sell upwards of 16 percent higher. Suffixes also matter. Avoid “Street,” which has the lowest home values of $183,120 nationally, and find a “Way,” which has the highest home values averaging around $312,000.

Raising a baby in NYC is a terrible, terrible idea

I happened to come across the wonderfully written and informative article below by Mackenzie Dawson, in the New York Post about leaving NYC  and moving to Westchester County.  After you read it think and that is good idea contact me so that we can talk about your new home.

 

   by Mackenzie Dawson       

   ” Raising a baby in NYC is a terrible, terrible idea.”     

                                                   

ny-parenting

Having Central Park in your backyard isn’t a great idea, especially if you’re raising toddlers. Photo: Shutterstock

                                                  “New York, New York, it’s a helluva town for babies,” said no one ever in the history of New Amsterdam, which is why my husband and I packed up our bags and moved to Westchester when our son was 5 months old. (Real estate also played a strong supporting role, but that’s kind of a given, no?)

I’m sure I’ll get plenty of angry e-mails from city parents claiming in fact, no, Manhattan is a-mah-zing for kids — and they’d be right — if they’re talking about kids, not babies.

“I’m surprised to hear you say that,” said a colleague the other day, after I allowed myself a bit of a freestyle rant by the copy machine. “To me, it seems like there are actually a lot of baby-friendly places around, way more than there used to be.” This is correct, but what lies at the heart of Manhattan’s baby-unfriendly status has little to do with facilities like kid-friendly restaurants and indoor playspaces and more to do with the very living, breathing soul and layout of the city.

And so, I maintain that while Manhattan is one of the most fantastic places on Earth in general, it is also one of the worst, most annoying places ever for children under the age of 2. If you’re a parent, this might be very Captain Obvious for you, and you’re wondering why I am taking the time to illustrate my point. But to those of you who need more convincing, allow me to count the ways:

The public transportation

When I had my baby, no one told me how important it was to choose a pediatrician located near my apartment. (They probably didn’t think it needed to be said.) Instead, I chose the pediatrician who was the most French and who had been described in the charming Parisian parenting memoir “Bringing Up Bébé.” The offices were also in Tribeca, and I lived in the East Village.

subwayparenting

Taking a baby on the Subway is what nightmares are made of Photo; Shutterstock

Taking a baby on the subway is a terrifying thing.

If you’re using a stroller,

all sorts of “Battleship Potemkin” thoughts will race through your mind. Then, once you successfully board the subway, everyone will try to touch your baby.

The bus is a bit better, as you’ll be above-ground and there are no tracks to contemplate, but you’ll have to carry the stroller up the stairs of the bus and then, most likely, you will have to fold up the stroller while holding your baby on your lap. This is hard to do. Want to take a taxi or car service? That’s cool, if you want to tote a car seat around town afterward. Yes, there are some car services that cater specifically to parents, but it will cost you — for example, Kid Car NY will drive you from Point A to Point B in Manhattan and Brooklyn for $75 (members) and $95 (nonmembers). So unless you’re a Russian oligarch, it’s probably not a service you’re going to be using all that often.

The Frank Sinatra factor

“If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere” is a very real part of the ethos that drives the city, and it’s contagious and wonderful. People come here to MAKE IT, not to make babies. Yeah! But having a baby slows you down, both emotionally and physically, and can sometimes leave you feeling a bit out of step with the general manic energy of the city.

Plus, who are we kidding? A bunch of Type-A personalities don’t really make for the most patient or empathetic group, which is why you’ll get the stink-eye as you slink into coffee shops, bookstores and restaurants all over town. If you’re a conscientious parent, you’ll choose your places carefully, only bringing your baby to places that seem appropriate. But that won’t matter. You’ll still get the stink-eye from people who seem to think they have a divine right to socialize only with people in their exact age and tax bracket.

Am I generalizing? Am I ever! But in a city where many people are nonparents by choice, there can be a definite vibe of “children should be seen and not heard.”

nyc2

In Manhattan, only the strong survive

The Law of Darwin

Manhattan abides by the laws of the jungle, where competition is high, and someone else is always going to be smarter, faster and more 22 than you. Really, it’s a place where it’s ideal to be unencumbered. It does not favor the old, the very young, the weak or the vulnerable.

The grid system

I know, that’s a pretty basic thing to take issue with, right? Kind of determines most of the city above 14th Street. Got a meeting in a building you’ve never been? Then the grid has your back, helping you navigate your surroundings easily and with precision. Got a baby in a carrier or a stroller? Then there will always be someone behind you sighing, groaning, wishing you’d move faster. The grid is all about linear forward momentum, pushing you onward, not encouraging anyone to stop. The grid wants fast. The grid wants now. The grid does not want your baby merrily tossing his hat out of his stroller for the 16th time.

No, when it comes to having babies, a place with big open squares and piazzas is ideal. A place where you can sit for a minute to collect your thoughts and contents of your diaper bag. A place that is not Manhattan.

 

 

Living In Horsey Bedford, Westchester County

 

images

Living In A Horsey Bedford, Westchester County

A tree on my property has a small yellow sign that says BRLA. And here in Bedford it is a prestigious sign to have. The Private Lanes Association, (PLA) preceded the organization now named, Bedford Riding Lanes Association, (BRLA). The association maintains the 150 linear miles of trails to make this beautiful countryside, heaven for riders and nature lovers. They trails include the hamlets and towns of Bedford, Bedford Hills, Katonah and Pound Ridge.
And everyone who travels these trails enjoys the change of scenery from wide open fields, dirt roads, wooded areas and streams.
My horse, Zippy, now retired and I loved riding all year long. Enjoying my horse, the trails and the outdoors was a peaceful time. And to quote, President Ronald Regan, “There is nothing so good for the inside of a man than the outside of a horse.”
The BRLA is a 501-C3 organization so that your contribution is tax deductible. In order to use the trails you need to become a member. The BRLA maintains the trails and in addition holds hunter pace events, spring land clean-up. So, if you are a horse lover or a nature lover Westchester County’s horsey Towns have it all for you.

“The First Families of Westchester.”

 

‘Did you ever wonder about the names behind the hamlets, street signs and history of Westchester.  Dana White of Westchester Magazine wrote an informative article about our settlers and neighbors.

‘The First Families Of Westchester.”

The Van Tassels. The Jays. The Purdys. The Meads. These are the clans who settled our history-rich county—but where are they now?

By Dana White
69-24-3a9088a8The expansive Mead Family poses at on of their many homes in Waccabuc.
 

We see their names on street signs, in schools, and at train stations. The families who cobbled our county together from Native American land were Dutch settlers, English aristocrats, and French Protestants seeking religious freedom. Their legacies are all around us, if we know where to look. Here are the stories of four First Families, as seen through the eyes and memories of the descendants who still live here.

The Jays

Bedford

A Founding Father’s legacy may live on in history books, but the women of
the family have their own stories to tell.

jays_1stfamily-2

Photos by Stefan Radtke Seven generations of Jays called Bedford House home. Now the John Jay Homestead, the property has been a state historic site since 1959.

Born in New York City in 1745 and raised in Rye, the grandson of a Dutch patroon’s daughter and a French Huguenot who fled religious persecution to settle on the shores of the New World, John Jay would make history as a Founding Father, a diplomat, the second governor of New York, and the first Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States. His sons and grandsons were abolitionists, diplomats, philanthropists, social movers and shakers.

But for Purchase resident Nonie Reich, a seventh-generation descendant of John and Sarah Jay, it’s their wives she most admires, particularly their sacrifices and courage in the face of unrelenting loss. “I have a huge sense of wonder at the women of this family,” says Reich. “They weren’t the ones at the Continental Congress, at the table voting, yet they had to have faith to see this whole thing through. I don’t know how they did it.”

It begins with Sarah Van Brugh Livingston Jay. The daughter of New Jersey’s first elected governor, William Livingston, she married John Jay, then a lawyer, in 1774. Five years later, when John was named Minister to Spain, she traveled with him to Europe on seas patrolled by British frigates. They left their young son, Peter Augustus, behind with relatives, for his safety. In 1782, at Benjamin Franklin’s request, John Jay departed for Paris to help broker the peace treaty that ended the Revolutionary War.

Sarah Jay’s European sojourn was four and a half years of tragedy and wonder. She had become pregnant on the voyage to Spain, but her baby daughter later died. She bore two more girls, one in Madrid and one in Paris. (Sarah would have five surviving children altogether, two sons and three daughters.) When not enduring the perils of childbirth, Sarah attended the opera with Marquis de Lafayette, and watched, with Franklin, the first hot-air balloon rise above the rooftops of Paris.

John_Jay_(Gilbert_Stuart_portrait) - 3 jays_1stfamily-252Wade


 

 

 From left; John Jay and his wife Sarah Van Brugh Livingston Jay lived in Bedford House for only one year before she died in 1802, at age 46; Eleanor Iselin Wade, know as Weenie, was a noted artist

When the Jays returned to New York, John worked to wrangle the colonies into a country while Sarah played the role of statesman’s wife with consummate grace. She hosted popular soirées and oversaw the construction of their country house in Bedford, traveling two days by carriage from the City to oversee every aspect of the work, from choosing the perfect millstones to ensuring the foundation was properly laid. “In the country,” she wrote to her husband, from whom she was often separated, “my heart is animated with confidence & joy & love.”

Seven generations of Jays lived in that house. They were descendants of William Jay, the younger son. (Peter Augustus Jay’s descendants lived in Rye, in the magnificent Greek Revival mansion he built in 1838 to replace The Locusts, the house John Jay grew up in.) It’s now the John Jay Homestead State Historic Site, but “the family always called it Bedford House,” says Reich.

Bedford-Album--Barbara-Eleanor-Dorothy-Oliver--1953 5

Bedford-Album–Barbara-Eleanor-Dorothy-Oliver–1953

 

She is sitting in the library along with Allan Weinreb, the Homestead’s Interpretive Programs assistant and curator. As Weinreb sees it, “The Jay women are the women who made this a fashionable area. This is where Bedford becomes chic.” John Jay II’s wife, Eleanor Kingsland Jay, who lived here in the second half of the 19th century, “made this home fashionable, which utterly changed the character of this part of Westchester County.”

The last Jay descendant to live in Bedford House fulltime was Eleanor Jay Iselin, Reich’s great-grandmother. She was a civic leader and philanthropist, a socialite, and an early trustee at the Rippowan Sisqua School. In 1946, when the newly formed United Nations was searching for a permanent home, Iselin offered her property. While her offer was entirely genuine, on personal matters, Reich says with a laugh, “She sometimes considered herself Queen of the Hudson Valley.”

jays_1stfamily-168 6

Jay descendant Nonie Reich and her daughter Eleanor with portrait of Eleanor Jay Islein, Reich’s great-grandmother, who occupied Bedford House (now called the John Jay Homestead State Historic Site) in the half of the 20th century.

Eleanor Jay Iselin extensively renovated the old Homestead, adding a ballroom to one end, which she called “the big room.” Touring the house, Reich stands in the middle of that room, remembering her wedding reception here; how she wore a veil of Brussels lace handed down from her great-grandmother and danced with her new husband surrounded by oil portraits of her illustrious kin. Almost three centuries later, the family resemblance is startling: Reich has the Jay aquiline nose and regal carriage.

Reich, whose given name is also Eleanor (it’s a family name) never knew Iselin, who died in 1953. She does remember Eleanor Iselin’s daughters, Dorothy Iselin Pascal and Eleanor Iselin Wade, who went by Weenie. A dedicated horsewoman and noted equestrian sculptor, Weenie left an unhappy marriage and went out West with her daughter Hope. There she married a cowboy named Cactus Wanny Wade, bought a Montana ranch, and raced horses on the West Coast. “Everyone in Montana called her Lady because of her East Coast roots,” Reich says. “I wouldn’t mind showing up at a cocktail party on the arm of a gorgeous cowboy named Cactus, chatting about my foals and their prospects on the track! Her sister, my grandmother Dorothy, was less fiery, more thoughtful, and warm. They were independent souls.”

Memorial services for Wade were held in Montana and at St. Matthew’s Episcopal Church in Bedford, which was built on land that John Jay donated money to acquire. The Bedford Jays, from William’s side, are buried here. Jay himself, and descendants of Peter Augustus, are buried in the family plot behind the Rye mansion, now called the Jay Heritage Center. (Reich’s mother, Deedee Paschal, was one of five women who helped save that house from demolition in the 1970s.)

At the Jay Homestead, Reich enters a charming bedroom on the second floor. This is where Sarah Jay died, only a year after she and John finally fulfilled their long-held dream of retiring here. The room is much the same as it was then—red toile wallpaper and a canopy bed—and it’s easy to imagine John, a deeply religious man, sitting at his wife’s bedside, surrounded by his family, praying for her eternal soul. He lived in Bedford another 28 years, never remarrying.

As for Reich, she tries to carry on the legacy of the Jay women through the importance of family. “I believe that is the heritage. Why are we in Westchester other than to raise our families and do everything in our power to introduce them to values and engage in the world they’re going to carry forward?”

Spoken like a true Jay.

The Purdys

North Salem

How one family founded—and protected—the hamlet that bears their name.

On a cold winter’s day in 1955, Thomas L. Purdy Jr. drove from his home in North Salem to the Woolworth Building offices of the Public Service Commission in lower Manhattan. Determined to streamline the railway, the Commission wanted to reduce passenger service and completely cut freight service to tiny Purdys Station. But in his pocket, Thomas Purdy had his trump card: a document, dated 1847, signed by his grandfather, Isaac Hart Purdy, and Isaac’s wife, Mary. They had granted The New York and Harlem Rail Road Company right of way through Purdy land for one dollar, with the agreement that Isaac “establish a Depot and stopping place” and that freight and passenger trains “regularly stop” at Purdys Station

PurdysTrain 7

Isaac Hart Purdy owned 1,000 acres in North Salem and built Purdy’s Depot after striking a land deal with the railroad.

 

That small parcel represented a fraction of the thousand acres that Isaac’s great-grandfather Daniel had bought from the vast Van Cortlandt Manor in the mid 1700s. But Isaac knew that a village would sprout up around the railroad, and he was right. (He promptly opened a post office and appointed himself the postmaster.)

isaac

Isaac Hart Purdy

The hamlet needed Purdys Station to attract commuters and maintain
property values. Now, in 1955, the State was looking to back out of
deal, claiming that after 108 years, the covenant was moot.

purdys_1stfamily-133 8

Thomas (Tim) Purdy III and his daughter, Sophie Purdy Meili, by the hearth at the old Purdy homestead. It’s now Purdy’s Farmer & Fish restaurant

 

Thomas Purdy III, who goes by “Tim,” remembers his father’s description of what happened at the hearing.

“He sat in the back and waited until the very end of the meeting. He put up his hand and asked if he could approach the bench. He said, ‘Your honor, I think you should look at this document before you make a decision.’ The judge looked at it and dismissed the hearing right then and there.”

At 74, Tim Purdy is a rarity, a sixth-generation descendant who’s stayed on his ancestral lands. Only 20 acres of that original 1,000 remain in the family; the rest has been sold over the years. The old Purdy homestead, at the intersection of Routes 22 and 116, is now Purdy’s Farmer & the Fish, the latest restaurant to occupy the 225-year-old structure that had been home to six generations of Purdys. Tim’s grandmother, Anne Beeson Purdy, was the last Purdy to live there. Tim remembers holiday meals in the parlor (now the main dining room), and the Irish cook named Katy who made such delicious desserts: chocolate cake for him, custard for his sister. Today, diners dig into produce grown on terraced plots behind the restaurant, all that’s left of the Purdys’ rich farming history. “When I was a boy, there were five working dairies in North Salem,” Tim recalls. “Now, the milk bottles are at the historical society. The cow barns are horse facilities.”

While Tim may be the last Purdy in Purdys—his daughter Sophie Purdy Meili and her family live in Dutchess County, where she raises livestock—there’s no dearth of people in Westchester who bear that name. The first Purdys, Tim explains, were French Huguenots, their name pronounced Per Dieu, “for God.” They fled France for England and, in the 1600s, Francis Purdy sailed for Massachusetts. The father of all Purdys in this region, Francis, settled in Fairfield, Connecticut. His progeny drifted like dandelion seeds in the wind, landing throughout Westchester, from Rye to Croton-on-Hudson. (Craig Purdy, co-owner of Croton’s Ümami and Tagine Restaurant & Wine Bar, is also a descendent.) His five sons were among the first settlers in Rye, and their progeny helped found White Plains. “My branch of the family had a farm in Harrison, where the Westchester Country Club is now,” explains Tim. “They kept moving north. They bought this land because it was the confluence of the Titicus and Croton Rivers, and they needed the river to float logs to the Hudson.”

PPU-013-Purdy-Homestead-cropped 10

The Purdy homestead has survived since 1776, though the “hanging tree,” where Tory loyalists were strung up, has not; Tim Purdy, in 1942, with his parents Ellen and Tom Purdy Jr. and his sister Ellen.

 

Tim Purdy
The American Revolution divided all those Purdys into two camps: for England, and against. No fewer than 28 Purdys signed a declaration in White Plains supporting King George III. The North Salem Purdys were fierce patriots. Daniel’s son Joshua disowned his own son, a Loyalist, and left the land to his grandson Joseph, who built the homestead in 1775. During the Revolution, Joseph and some compatriots captured a Tory cattle thief and strung him on a giant oak in front of the homestead, once, twice, three times, trying to extract information. The tree is long gone, but the legend lives on. After the war, in 1782, Westchester’s Loyalist Purdys boarded boats for Canada. “That’s why there’s a Purdy’s Wharf in Nova Scotia,” Tim quips.

Tim’s grandfather, Thomas Purdy Sr., and his son, Thomas Jr., were gentlemen farmers, overseeing their land while holding prominent positions in the village: bank president, councilman, chamber of commerce president. The family has farmland in Iowa as well. “My maternal grandfather was a circuit court judge who traveled through Iowa before it was a state,” Tim explains. “He bought up tax liens. We’ve had the land for 150 years, growing corn and soybeans.”

He runs the Iowa farms from his offices 100 yards from the homestead, sitting behind the same desk where his father spent his last morning, balancing his checkbook before passing later that day at the age of 93. Old family photos hang on the walls, and Tim can dig up the old deed that his father relied on to secure Purdys Station. While he clearly values his inheritance, he downplays being one of the Purdys who founded Purdys: “What I tell people is I found a town with the same name as mine and moved here. That way I wouldn’t get lost.”

The Meads

Waccabuc

A little slice of suburban heaven got its start as one (very large) family’s summer

11

Susan Henry (in pink shirt) the only Mead left in Waccabuc, stands with other descendants on the steps of the Mead Memorial Chapel. They make up a board that meets every year.

In 1776, Enoch Mead and his new wife, Jemima, a distant cousin, set out from Connecticut on a journey of exploration,” looking for a place to settle.  The descendant  of an English ’emigre’, Enoch had kin in Lewisboro, so they cameto investigate. As the story goes, on the way back to Connecticut, their horse died near Long Pond (now Wacabuc Lake). Since they loved the area, they stayed, built house, opened a tavern and began to buy up farmland around them.

Their son Alphred and his wife, Polly, had seven children. One of them, George Washington Mead, had 12 children, 11 of whom lived to adulthood.  The Meads were extraordinarily close-knit, and Waccabuc became their summer colony, where they built lovely homes and embraced a lifestyle rooted in the outdoors and family bonds.

George Mead was born in 1827 at the family homestead. A whiz at real estate, he bought land in New Haven while a student at Yale. He spent summers “laboring daily at all kinds of farm work upon his father’s farm with the workmen,” as he wrote in an autobiographical sketch. He became a lawyer and married Sarah Frances Studwell, daughter of a man who’d made his money in lumber. They wintered in a brownstone in Brooklyn Heights but spent summers on his ancestral land in Waccabuc. In 1856, his brothers, Erastus and Martin, built a lakeside hotel that drew fashionable city dwellers on the new railroad that stopped at Katonah and Goldens Bridge. The resort had fishing and boating, fresh eggs and milk, but no “tramps, bars, or malaria.” It burned down in 1896.

In 1895, the Meads completed Tarry-a-Bit, a grand Queen Anne large enough to hold their growing family. One by one, the 11 Mead children built their summer homes on or near Mead Street. They traveled frequently—Egypt, Ceylon, Europe—but Waccabuc was their North Star, a rural paradise where they could ice-fish in the winter, canoe on the lake, and drive their Model Ts down the dirt road, unpaved until the 1970s. Their corporation, the Kings and Westchester Land Company, grew to include 1,200 acres in Waccabuc as well as property in New Haven and Brooklyn.

Today, there is only one Mead ancestor left on Mead Street. Susan Henry, age 81, lives with her husband in the 1820 Alphred Mead Homestead. Her father, Earl Smith, was the son of Loretta Josephine Mead, one of George’s six daughters. He managed the properties and ran Pinecroft Farm, “the Croft” for short. “I grew up there in the ’30s, ’40s, and ’50s,” says Henry. “I gathered eggs as a girl. It was quiet, but I didn’t lack for friends.”

12meads-construction 13

the meads
Clockwise from top: The tiny post office still stands on Mead Street. George Mead (near right, with his dog) and his sons by the lake. George’s wife, Francis Studwell, commissioned the chapel in her husband’s memory.

As the Depression depleted their fortunes and their children’s children left home, bit by bit, the family sold off their property to sustain themselves. Real estate developments in Connecticut and Brooklyn failed to pay off. “The Meads were not wealthy,” says Henry. “They had to work. As time went on, they became land-poor. Some factions of the family wanted to sell it; others, like my father, wanted to move slowly, think it out, plan it.”

Mead Street today is a sort of outdoor residential museum, with nature conservancies and three-acre zoning. The old Mead houses still stand, lovingly restored by new owners. On a driving tour of Mead Street, Susan Henry points out the houses by name: Elmdon, Fairacres, Hendy Hap, Tradinock. Tarry-a-Bit sits on a private road, past the tiny dollhouse of a post office.

Of course non-Meads were allowed to live on Mead Street, says Henry. But in the 1920s, after a wealthy Manhattanite built a cabin and an outhouse to be “rustic,” the Meads were so appalled by its primitiveness that they asked new homebuilders to submit their plans for approval.

She pulls in at Waccabuc’s landmark, Mead Memorial Chapel. Sarah Mead commissioned it to honor George, who passed away in 1899. It gives the street a reverential air, interrupted only by the throaty purr of luxury sedans. There aren’t enough Meads left to hold weekly worship, so it’s used mostly for weddings now. “People love the chapel,” says Henry, gazing fondly at its stone façade. “It’s a great place to start a new life.”

The Van Tassells

Tarrytown

Behind “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” lives a flesh-and-blood clan descended from the early Dutch settlers.

“If not for Washington Irving,” says Tara Van Tassell of Tarrytown, her ancestral moniker “would have been like another Dutch name. It might have gone the way of New Amsterdam, for all we know.” Instead, her surname became part of literary history, blurring fiction and fact, legend and myth. Countless iterations of “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow—cartoons, movies, the popular prime-time series on Fox—have made Ichabod Crane and Katrina Van Tassel cultural icons. Every Halloween, Tara gets calls from strangers asking if she’s related to Katrina Van Tassel. “I tell them, ‘She’s a fictional character!’”

 

vanTassell_1stfamily-82 14

vanTassell_1stfamily-150 15

An 18th century headstone for Catriena Van Texel in the Old Dutch Church burying ground; Tara Van Tassell (left) and Katrina Van Tassell with the Headless Horseman during peak season in Sleepy Hollow. Both descendants of the same Dutch settlers, the two women had never met before this photo was taken.

Van Tassell, 45, an IT manager at a multinational bank in Manhattan, grew up in Yorktown, weaned on stories of how her family went all the way back to the first Dutch settlers. After moving to Tarrytown in 1999, during a visit to the historical society, she found a thick blue binder. It was the Van Tassell family genealogy, compiled at the dawn of the 20th century by one Daniel Van Tassel, a local newspaper editor and historian. The binder lists every known Van Tassel born in America from 1625 to 1900, with every variation of the name’s spelling: Van Texel, Van Tessel, and the Anglicized version, Van Tassel, with one “l” or two. There are 2,458 family members. Tara found a great-grandparent (No. 1785) and followed the genealogical crumb trail back 400 years, “all the way to Jan,” she says. That would be Jan Cornilessen Van Texel, the first American-born ancestor, or “No. 1.”

Jan’s father, Cornelius Jansen Van Texel, was one of countless Dutchmen who came here to help the Netherlands solidify its grasp on the New World. He married Catoneras, an Indian chief’s daughter, on Long Island. In 1657, their son Jan married and moved to what is now Verplank. He and his wife, with whom he had nine children, attended the Old Dutch Church of Sleepy Hollow. Their son Cornelis had 14 children by two wives; they went forth and multiplied, exponentially. They were salt-of-the-earth people: carpenters, shoemakers, tavern keepers, tenant farmers on Philipsburg Manor. They fought in the French-Indian War and the American Revolution, and afterward bought their farms from the Commissioner of Forfeiture. Many of them are buried in the Old Dutch church yard.

Tara volunteers at the local historical society and the Old Dutch Church, where she helps lead tours of the historic cemetery. When one of the tours comes across a Van Tassell, Van Tassel, or Van Texel headstone, Tara likes to explain that they are related somehow, in the mists of time, “though not so close that we couldn’t marry.”

Washington Irving is buried in the neighboring Sleepy Hollow Cemetery. His is the grave everyone comes to see. The story is well known. In 1798, Irving’s parents sent him to Tarrytown to escape the yellow fever that swept through Manhattan every summer. He’d play among the headstones and read the names inscribed thereon. Irving based many of his characters on real Sleepy Hollow denizens, and, in 1819, while living abroad, he would publish the story that made him famous and give the Van Tassels literary immortality.

By the time Irving returned to Tarrytown in 1835, he had made the Van Tassels a household name. Coincidentally (or perhaps not), he bought the land for Sunnyside from a Van Tassel. Otherwise, the Van Tassels of the Tarrytowns never prospered from their famous name. “They were working people,” says Tara, the kind of solid citizens who give the fabric of a community its warp and weft: steamboat workers and Civil War veterans, highway commissioners and village treasurers, newspaper editors and police officers. “In Washington Irving’s story, the Van Tassels have money, but it’s a story, based on several real people and a name taken from a gravestone,” she says.

VanTasselsOVT-JR-w-car 16
VanTasselschristening_PS
Clockwise from top: Katrina Van Tassell’s family lived in Webber Park in what was then North Tarrytown. Her father Oliver worked at the GM factory, and Katrina was christened at the Old Dutch Church. Tara Van Tassell’s great-grandparents, William and Margaret Van Tassell, married in 1904; he was a chauffeur for the New York Telephone Co.

Even the Van Tassel Apartments in North Tarrytown (now Sleepy Hollow), built by John D. Rockefeller Jr. in 1929 as affordable housing, are named not for real Van Tassels but fictional ones: It was his daughter Abby’s idea to name the building after Katrina. No wonder some people think Katrina Van Tassel is real, says Tara.

Actually, the real Katrina Van Tassell lives in Armonk. She is 63 and was born in Tarrytown. She and Tara don’t know each other. Katrina’s mother named her for the fictional character and she was christened at Sleepy Hollow Church. Her father, Oliver Jr., worked at the GM plant; his father, Oliver Sr., a motorcycle cop, died after being struck by a motorist on Route 9. The family moved to Hawthorne in 1957, but Katrina pines to return to Tarrytown. She remembers how her mother would dress her as Katrina for Halloween, how she was a question on a test in school (“Which classmate is named for a character in ‘The Legend of Sleepy Hollow?’”), how she and her friends would ride their bikes through the old cemetery, scared that the Headless Horseman might appear and take chase. “We never were there after sundown,” says Katrina, eyes widening. “No way. We got creeped out.”

 

It is my hope that you enjoy reading this post from the original  article by Dana White written for “Westchester Magazine,” as “The First Families  of  Westchester.”  Photographs by Stefan Radtke.

The Real Estate Market in the Lower Hudson Valley

holding_house_picture_167874     The real estate market in the Lower Hudson Valley has nearly climbed out from under the dismal days of the 2008-2009 recession.

 The real estate market in the Lower Hudson Valley has nearly climbed out from under the dismal days of the 2008-2009 recession.

In Westchester, the median cost of a single-family home was up 4 percent last year, from $610,000 in 2013 to $635,000 in 2014. That’s just 7 percent below the 2007 peak price of $685,000.

In Rockland, the median cost of a single-family home was $400,000, a 3.2 percent increase. The median in Putnam was $310,000, up 0.6 from 2013.

The numbers come from the annual report by the Hudson Gateway Association of Realtors, which was released Monday. The group encompasses Multiple Listing Service members in Westchester, Rockland, Putnam and Orange counties.

“It really depends on the geographic area — each county is different — but overall I think the region is making the climb out of the hole,” said Leah Caro, president of the Hudson Gateway MLS and president of Bronxville Real Estate. “Westchester probably was the first to show signs of life, followed by Rockland, then Putnam. Orange County has been slower to respond. But all are starting to get their legs back.”

“We were very busy in the fourth quarter,” she added. “The fourth quarter tends to be slow, because of the holidays and all. I think we’ll see a very early spring market.”

The condo and co-op market is also showing new signs of life, particularly in the fourth quarter, when the number of sales of condos rose 13.7 percent in Westchester and co-op sales shot up 24 percent. In Rockland, sales of condos during the quarter rose 27.6 percent.

The MLS group reported 14,169 residential closings (including condos and co-ops) in the four counties in 2014, the highest number for any year since the 2008-2009 recession and 1.1 percent more than in 2013.

Sellers’ market?

Good news for Westchester sellers: The average number of days that a single-family house in Westchester sits on the market — 99 days for 2014 compared to 112 in 2013 — is close to the peak-market times of 2006 (95 days), according to the 4th Quarter Market Report by Houlihan Lawrence, the largest agency in the county. Further, sellers in the county are getting the closest to their asking price since 2005.

“I do think the pendulum is starting to swing” toward sellers, Caro said. “It’s not a fierce swing that I see, which is good. You want a balance. No one wants to see another housing bubble.”

Traditionally, Rye has been one of the strongest real estate markets in Westchester, and the 2014 numbers reflect that. In the Rye school district, the median price for single-family homes shot up 23 percent last year, from $1.487 million to $1.835. And the median number of days homes sat on the market in Rye plummeted to a 10-year low of 70 in 2014, compared to 126 the previous year.

Interestingly, there was a 25 percent drop in the number of home sales in Rye, which Fiona Dogan, an agent with Julia B. Fee Sotheby’s International Realty, attributes primarily to the decline in inventory of homes priced below $1 million.

“The median price increased due to the popularity of new construction and renovated homes in the $1.5 to $2.5 million range,” Dogan said. “New and newer construction homes are still the most sought-after homes in the Rye city school district, and with over 40 new construction homes either planned or on the market in 2015-2016, this trend is certain to continue.”

Luxury market up

Beyond Rye, the luxury market in Westchester — $2 million and up — had a huge surge at the end of the year, shooting up 28 percent in the fourth quarter vs. a year ago, according to the Houlihan Lawrence report. For the whole year, the luxury market was up 16 percent.

And the inventory of luxury homes in Westchester remains high, with a 25 percent year-over-year increase.

Fourth-quarter closings were strong across the board in all four counties, up 6.9 percent compared to the same period in 2013.

Year over year, the number of single-family homes sold in Westchester (5,394) dipped about 1 percent in 2014, from 5,442 in 2013. Rockland had a similar decline — 1,514 last year vs. 1,523 in 2013. But in Putnam they were up about 6 percent (719 to 763).

Top price for the year? That honor goes to Ron Howard, whose 32-acre property in Armonk and Greenwich went for $27.5 million, making it the highest residential home sale in Westchester history.

Twitter: @BillCaryNY

 

Living In Westchester, Our Helping Hands

I was invited by Nancy Lothrop, Director of Special Gifts, to tour the Guiding Eyes For The Blind facility in Yorktown Heights, Westchester County. It is a magical place where people connect to their canine partner to enhance their lives.
The facility is full of happy employees, volunteers and of course, the dogs. The teams learn to be one and interdependent so those who are afflicted by sight impairment can do the simplest tasks that we take for granted.

The Guiding Eyes for the Blind celebrates each student’s individuality by providing outstanding, personalized instruction and guide dogs recognized worldwide as among the best in the field. The Guiding Eyes commitment and support for graduates and their dogs continues for their lives together.

Also, I was fortunate to see the training of dogs and parents of children afflicted with autism, as part of the, “Heeling Autism,”
program. The program helps the children and their families with a new level of independence and hope.
It was an amazing opportunity to see our canine friends learn to begin their important work of love and companionship.

Please enjoy the video of some lucky masters future best friend!!!

Posted by: Renee Stengel