Greycliff: The Restorations Continue

Long time readers of my blog – or those people who know me in real life – know that I am very interested in the work of Frank Lloyd Wright. I grew up with his famous Martin House in Buffalo. I even toured it with a Girl Scout group back when it was in real disrepair. Man, you should see it now! Honestly, if you ever get to Buffalo, you must visit the Martin House.

But, I digress – sort of. Greycliff is another Frank Lloyd Wright house – and another Martin House. It’s their summer place, on the Lake Erie shore, and only about ten miles from Evangola State Park. I decided to take a tour.

It was built between 1926 and 1931, and is one of only five Frank Lloyd Wright designs that were built between 1925 and 1935, and it is the only Wright designed structure built between Taliesin (1914) and Fallingwater (1936) that was built using stone. According to my Preferred Source, Greycliff is considered to be one of Wright’s most important mid-career works in his Organic Style.

While I was waiting, I managed to snap a photo of a drawing of the complex made from a bird’s eye view. The building on the left is known as the Isabelle R. Martin House. The structure to the right is the Foster House. It was originally designed as a garage with quarters for the chauffeur and his family. It was expanded, and eventually the Martins’ daughter, Dorothy and her husband James Foster, and their children spent many happy summers there. It kind of makes me wonder what happened to the chauffeur and his family. There is a small building between the two larger ones. It’s called the Heat Hut, and it housed the furnace.

Incidentally, my first visit to Greycliff was while I was at Daemen College. Sister Jeanne took us on a field trip here. We didn’t go to see the house, though. I imagine it was in really rough shape at that point, as it had been a school run by the Piarist Fathers. As I recall, this school was started by a group of Hungarian priests that had fled the Communists. The order was founded in 1617 by Saint Joseph Calasanctius, who was from Spain.

Okay, stay with me. This bit of information is important to me because my first teaching job was at Calasanctius Preparatory School in Buffalo, New York, founded and run by the Piarist Fathers. Isn’t that a great big circle of coincidences?

They also had a school here. The modifications they made to the original plan are not shown in the drawing. Luckily, they didn’t do anything with the Wright buildings that couldn’t be reversed. They built a classroom annex in front of the garage to the right of the drawing. What we originally came out to see was a sgrafitto work of art that was on the facade.

I mentioned this to the docent giving the tour. She told me what became of the work of art after the classroom building was demolished – but I forget what she said! I wish I took better notes.

I did send a message to Greycliff and received a response from Ryan Gravell, Greycliff Director of Operations. He told me that the sgrafitto was removed from Greycliff in the early 2000s and it was rehouses on the campus of Buffalo State College and became part of their collections.

I have sent and email to Buffalo State, but I haven’t heard back yet. If they respond, I’ll add the information I get.

Incidentally, Buffalo State College is right next door to the famous H.H. Richardson building I wrote about a while back. It was the old Buffalo Psychiatric Hospital but has since been repurposed into an upscale hotel. But, once again, I digress…

I made a second trip to see the house many years ago, just as restorations were getting serious. I was eager to see what they had managed to do in the years since my last visit.

I continued checking out the displays, as the waiting area filled with Wright enthusiasts waiting to take the tour.

This is a view from an angle I had never seen before – from the lake.

I don’t think I would want to take that walk down to the beach. My hair would be standing straight up just walking from the cliff to the stairs. And then all those stairs! Whoah!

Luckily, I didn’t have to think about that trip too much longer. It was time for the tour to begin.

We walked out of the visitor center. The building to the right is the garage, with quarters originally intended for their chauffeur.  The building on the left side is the main house.

The house is reflected in the pond in front of it.

From this view, you can see one of Wright’s famous cantilevered porches.

To me, there is nothing more summer-y than having the windows open and cooling the house naturally. The breezes off Lake Erie must have been a welcome respite in the summer.

In the winter, I imagine that those Lake Erie breezes would not be near as salubrious. (Yes, that car is parked by Lake Erie. It was covered in ice during a storm in 2016.)

We got up to the entrance and looked back at the pond from under the porte-cochere. That sounds so much more classy than “car port.”

Just inside the door is the stairway to the second floor.

We headed over to the living room. Of course Wright designed a fireplace into the room. He was very big on fireplaces.

In fact, on the other side of that fireplace is another fireplace. I believe that is area is the dining room. I think the fire extinguisher is a nice touch.

The floors appear to have been freshly refinished and they are gorgeous, wide planks. I believe the floor is pine, but I may be wrong. Unfortunately, this Wright building is not one of the ones that has been written about extensively, although I am sure there is extensive documentation somewhere.

This house was built for the pleasure of Isabelle Martin. She wanted lots of light. After the long, gloomy Buffalo winters, I can completely understand that. Buffalo is the 19th least sunny city in the United States.   On Average, there are 155 sunny days per year in Buffalo. The US average is 205 sunny days per year.

We walked down the stairs off the living room and turned to look back at the house. You can see the light shining through from the other side. This would give Isabelle the light she craved.

Originally, there was supposed to be some sort of water feature that tied the pond at the entrance to the lake. According to my Preferred Source, “…a broad esplanade connects the terrace to the cliff and lake. The esplanade was designed to carry water, pumped from Lake Erie, down its length and over the bluffs, completing the illusion of water flowing through. Deemed financially extravagant this feature was halted after only the esplanade itself was completed.”

I have to agree that this water feature would have been financially extravagant. I’m not even sure that it would have been feasible. I would be concerned about the effects of the water on the stability of the site. But, what do I know?

We continued over to the edge of the cliff and we could see the remains of the stairs down to the beach. If I remember correctly, the docent told us that there are plans in the works to renovate the structure. Or, was that tear and them down and rebuild them? Either way, it doesn’t matter to me in a practical sense, as I will not be using them. I do not like heights!

We returned to the house to continue our tour. This is a good view of the stone used in construction. According to my Preferred Source, it is constructed of stone found at the lake’s edge. The only note I managed to record from the docent was that the building was constructed of Tichenor Limestone. While researching this information, I found out that Tichenor Limestone is “richly fossiliferous.” If you would like to know more about what fossils are found in this rock, click on the link above. If I go back, I’m going to see if I can spot any of those fossils.

Apparently, there is still work going on.

We took those stairs up to the second floor.

A hallway ran along the east side of the building. The lake was on the west side, and they wanted to save that side for the views. Judging by the pipe coming up from the floor, they probably had a radiators there to heat the hallway. That is just my guess.

The docent demonstrated the diamond windows.

The door was rather interesting. Although the house was designed in 1926, the door reminds me very much of the “mid-century modern” vibe.

Look at how wide the floor planks are! And, there is that pipe coming up through the floor again. It must be for a radiator.

While the door looks a little mid-century modern, the hinge just screams “art deco.”

They don’t make hinges like that anymore! (At least not in my price range, they don’t!)

This is a fireplace from a bedroom. There is that pipe coming up through the floor again.

This is a shot of one of the bathrooms. I seem to recall some story about Mrs. Martin doing battle with Frank Lloyd Wright over the placement of the window. He didn’t want to put it in, but she insisted.

In the end, he relented, but he had to put it in through the stonework.

On the other hand, maybe I am conflating stories.

Ah, grafitti! Well, these folks are now part of the historical record. I wonder if any of these marks were made by the boys at the school run by the Piarist Fathers? Heck, the priests themselves might have done it!

One of the things I’ve heard about Wright and his designs was that he was resistant to including closets and storage. I was glad to see that there was a linen closet built in.

Although the original property was sited on an 8.5 acre estate, apparently tracts of land were sold off over the years. I am sure that Wright would not approve of the neighbors being so close to his design. While the land around the Martin House in Buffalo has been re-acquired and the original designs rebuilt, I can’t imagine that they will ever be able to re-acquire lakefront property. I would love to be proven wrong. According to my Preferred Source, Greycliff had one of the few, if not only, landscape designs in his own hand.

His design even included a tennis court.

Apparently there is a need for the building permit. Work continues on the house.

We left the Isabelle R. Martin House by the back door and headed back toward the visitor center. We passed the Heat Hut and walked around the Foster House.

What a cute, decorative wheelbarrow!

Ah! That’s where all the radiators are! I hope they got them in before the winter weather hit.

We passed the garage doors with the distinctive diamond shaped windows. Now, here’s a real working wheelbarrow, and it appears that there is real work continuing.

One more look back and then it was time to head out.

Once I was back in my car, I fired up Google Maps to map out the route to my next stop.

I saw a park on I had never seen before just up the road. I wondered what it was, so I took small detour to check it out. It wasn’t much of a park, but there was access to Eighteen-Mile Creek.

And I got a good view of the real grey cliffs! One of those layers must be Tichenor Limestone.

The park seemed like a place for people to hang out and make their mark, although kayakers might have been able to launch here. In the first photo, you can see a kayak going around the bend.

It was a peaceful place. I spent some time enjoying the plants and butterflies and then set off for wherever it was I was planning on going.

 

 

Custer State Park and Wind Cave

The next day dawned gloomy and overcast, but I headed out to explore Custer State Park and Wind Cave National Park.

People had raved about Custer State Park – mostly about the experience of camping there and the wildlife that you could see. What really captivated me was that they were having a free admission day. As a former teacher and a retiree, free is one of my favorite words.

In spite of it being a rather bleak day, but I set out to see what I could see.

Driving along, looking at the prairie and the rather sparse trees seemed to be the thing to do. My eyes were peeled for buffalo, though.

I thought this was an appropriate warning.

And why should you stay away from buffalo? Well, they stand nearly six feet tall at the shoulder and weigh nearly a ton.

I finally came upon a herd of buffalo. If you look in the lower right quadrant of the photo, you might notice that there are two fellows who didn’t heed the warning on the sign. When the ranger came up he used his bullhorn to tell them to come away from the herd. They did head back to their cars, but I think they avoided the ranger.

These are the corrals that are used mainly in the fall when the annual buffalo roundup and auction are held.

The park herd averages about 1,450 animals after the calves are born. During the round up in October, the herd is bright into the corrals, calves are branded and females are vaccinated. Approximately 500 animals are sorted out for sale and then tested to make sure that they meet state livestock regulations.

The buffalo that will remain in the park are released. Those that are going to be sold remain in the corrals until the auction on the third Saturday of November. Buyers come from all over the United States and Canada to take part in the sale. They buy the buffalo for breeding stock or for slaughter.

Quite frankly, the animals in Custer State Park are quite savvy and they keep their distance from the road.

You can tell this animal – perhaps an antelope – stayed far back because I had to enlarge the photo to the point of distortion to be able to make it out.

One breed of animal that doesn’t keep its distance is the wild burro.

They come right up to the cars and take whatever is offered. In fact, they stick their muzzles right into the cars.

I watched in fascination as the car in front of me fed the burros bread. I couldn’t believe that they let their daughter stick her hands out of the car and touch the burro. They do have teeth, after all.

The burro had eaten all the bread they had and then the girl told it to eat the bread that had dropped on the road.

Then the girl watched as the it ate all the bread that had fallen on the road.

The burros came to visit me, too.

He was hoping for a handout.

When none was forthcoming, he moved on.

The one behind him didn’t even stop. He just gave me a side eye as he passed by.

After a bit more driving, I came across this building. It’s labeled “Wildlife Station Visitor Center.” It was built by the Civilian Conservation Corps – the CCC – during the Great Depression. They used materials that were available locally.

This fireplace is quite something, with its irregular boulders. If I remember correctly, this building had just undergone some renovation. A building like this is worth taking care of.

There was an interesting parking area that was dedication to the rutting season, which takes place between July and mid-September. I was too early in the year to watch the buffalo bulls fighting over breeding rights. Remember that my visit took place in May.

According to the information there, the bulls show dominance by making loud bellows or butting heads together. They display aggression by rubbing their horns against trees. Their hair sticks to the peeled bark and sap. In some cases the trees die from the damage. This tree looks healthy, but you can see where the bulls have rubbed against it.

There was also some information about the buffalo on the nickel.

For many years between 1913 and 1938, the United States coined the buffalo nickel. The designer, James Earle Fraser, who was born in Minnesota, stated, “I found no motif within the boundaries of the United States so distinctive as the American Buffalo.”

Ironically, Fraser used a buffalo from the Bronx Zoo as his model.

I have a warm spot in my heart for these nickels. When I was a little girl, my father would take us out on little adventures. (When you are young, everything is an adventure.) One place we would stop is a little store that we would call a convenience store these days – or maybe a party store. Well, several times when we stopped there, Dad found these nickels in the parking lot and he gave them to me.

For my father’s 80th birthday, I bought him a 1928 buffalo nickel, which was the year he was born. I told him the story, and he was quite touched.

Back to our regularly scheduled tourism.

This map documents the shrinking range of the buffalo. The areas in bright green had none, so don’t worry about the fact that bright green isn’t represented in the key.

Amazing what we can do when we set our minds to it. (But not “amazing” in a good way.)

With that, I headed to Wind Cave National Park.

Oddly enough, the buffalo were up close and easy to see in that park. 

So were the prairie dog towns. If you look a little below the center of the photo, you can see a couple of them. They are fun to watch, but kind of hard to photograph with an iPhone.

I signed up for the tour and Ranger Justin lead us over to the original entrance to the cave.

One of the interesting features of the caves found in this park is that they are said to “breathe.” When the air pressure is higher outside the cave that inside, air flows into the cave, raising the cave’s air pressure to match the outside pressure. When the air pressure inside the cave is higher than the outside press, the air flows out of the cave.

Justin demonstrated this by holding a light piece of cloth in front of the opening and I could see it moving as the cave exhaled.

After the tour of the cave, I took a picture of this display in the museum area. So the air was flowing out at about 5.35 mph.

I am surely glad that they made another entrance to the cave. I wouldn’t not want to try to enter it that way.

Wind Cave is famous for a formation known as “Boxwork.” In fact, if you want to see box work, this is the place to be, as approximately 95% of the world’s discovered boxwork formations are found in Wind Cave.

If I remember Ranger Justin’s information correctly, a softer rock formed and then cracked.

Calcite deposits formed in the cracks.

Eventually that softer rocks eroded away. I could be wrong, but that is what I remember.

There are also other formations, such as this one that is called popcorn.

These crystals imbedded in the popcorn caught my eye.

These rounded rocks were interesting, too. There didn’t seem to be the typical stalactite and stalagmite formations that are found in other caves.

The walls seemed other-worldly.

The cave is extensively surveyed, and this is the first marker the surveyors left, if I remember correctly.

At the end of the tour, I was glad that the clouds had cleared and that there was some blue sky to be seen and that the clouds had cleared. I had a choice of paths to the headquarters and the parking area.

I am not a fan of stairs. I took the ramp up to Bart and headed back to Flo and Cora.

It turned out to be a lovely day after all.

1957 Mile Road Trip

And sometimes things happen.

The day after I had that idyllic day at the beach, I was sitting in my trailer back at the campground working on where I would go next. My next stop was going to be Fayetteville to visit my sister-in-law, Michelle, and my niece, Mariel. I was toying with the idea of trying to book a few more days right where I was. The campground was lovely and I could easily see myself hauling out my swim suit and taking a dip or two.

I called Michelle, to see if Michelle had any plans that I needed to work around. It turned out that she had just gotten the word that her father, who was already in Hospice, was failing. After having lost my own father a little more than two years ago, I wanted to help. It seemed like what she needed right then was to be able to get back up to Buffalo.

Naturally, I offered to take her. I told her that it would take me about half and hour to get hitched up and on the road and then I’d be there about two hours after I started driving.

By the time I got there, her father had passed. It wasn’t unexpected, but I had hoped that I could get her back for one last visit. We loaded up the trailer and headed north.

We spent the night in transit in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. I love the hospitality that they extend to those of us en route.

Cracker Barrel

Incidentally, this photo wasn’t taken during this trip. I never saw any blue sky.

The weather was appropriately gloomy for such a trip. There was still color visible through the rain. I can only imagine what the hillsides and mountains would have looked like with sun.

Fall color 2

I delivered Michelle and Mariel to her mother’s house. My brother, Craig, was there, as he has a job back in the Buffalo area. Michelle and Mariel are in Fayetteville until they get the house sold.

I spent the night in my trailer in front of the house. The next day, I went to my sister, Amy’s, house and camped in her driveway for the duration.

She made me a tasty snack. We didn’t have much time to spend together while I was there. It was a short stay.

Brownie Sundae

The whole visit centered on the funeral. The visitation, the funeral, the cemetery.

Cemetery

The funeral luncheon.

Mariel and Craig
Mariel and Craig

And then, we turned around and headed south. Michelle’s mother sprung for a night in a hotel, so we stopped in Beckley, West Virginia. I should have gone out and slept in my trailer, so that I could put the West Virginia sticker on the map. But, I couldn’t resist the temptation of a real bed and a shower.

Red leaves in Beckley, WV
Red leaves in Beckley, WV

While we were on the road, the sun came out for a bit.

Taco Bell rainbow

Who knew that Taco Bell was the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?