4.10.11

SITTIN' ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY


Conversation up here at the beginning of the summer centered on real estate.   Indian Head, a large and not particularly attractive new-ish house in Northeast Harbor, sold for $12,500,000, the first time a residential property in Maine sold for over $10,000,000 (not that many owners and realtors haven't tried to hit that mark over the last decade).  Hardly Hamptons prices, but enough to give hope to many whose expensive properties had been languishing on the market.  As the summer ended, conversation had turned to another sort of real estate. private docks.

Indian Head, Northeast Harbor (Landvest listing photo)
Docks have always been a feature of the waterfront here---first in the 18th and 19th centuries, as transportation, fishing, and trading hubs.  By the end of the 19th century, private docks became prevalent, as the shoreline was increasingly colonized by summer folk, and the ocean and harbors became pleasure grounds.  As to real estate prices, conventional wisdom is that a less expensive, but no less grand, property near Indian Head has failed to sell for lack of a dock.

For many years, one thought very little one way or the other about docks.  Utilitarian and often picturesque, they seemed a natural part of the landscape.  In recent years, as environmental concerns have become paramount, and the shoreline ever more divided and built upon, and planning regulations fortunately ever more stringent, they have become a subject of controversy, and even rancor, pitting neighbor against neighbor.  The nadir was reached a few weeks ago when our local paper published a long letter by a writer publicly and nastily reacting to his new neighbor's proposed 300 foot dock on a stretch of shore that does not have particularly deep anchorage, and where there traditionally have not been piers.

After being at several parties around the county where these discussions had come up----every town around here seems to have its newly arrived gazillionaire who wants to extend his property far into the ocean itself, with resultant backlash, I started thinking about a few grand docks from the past, built in a simpler era when such a structure was considered an ornament to an estate.

The dock at Borderland at High Tide


And at low tide.  Walking up the pier are H.B. Slaven's grandaughter, Orillia, and her friend Helen Chapman, not incidentally later to become the Dilettante's grandmother
The first dock was built around 1903 by H.B. Slaven on 'Borderland, on the eastern shore of our town.   Slaven, a successful pharmacist in San Francisco, had joined his brother Moses in the construction business, and together they invented a dredging machine that was essential in the building of the Panama Canal.  After retiring from that business at the end of the 1880's, he purchased and operated the Chase Granite company, whose quarries occupied over a mile of shorefront.   By the early 20th century, concrete was replacing granite as a construction material, and Slaven began developing the property as a summer estate, with extensive outbuildings and services.  Although  there existed a long granite wharf, extending far into the bay, for the quarries, Slaven had a wooden pier with pavilion constructed.

Borderland from the air. At the upper right can be seen the huge stone pier that was loading dock for the granite quarries
The hall fireplace and granite steps of Borderland were quarried and cut on the estate

As for Borderland itself, Slaven died in 1904, the year after construction, and it was eventually inherited by his daughter Nila, who chose to live in a smaller house on the property, and rented it to a roster of tenants of strong literary leanings---first E.B. White in the 1930's, before he bought his farm in neighboring Brooklin, then A.J. Cronin, who wrote Keys to the Kingdom there in the 1940's.  The main house was razed in the 1960's.


On the other side of town, W.P. Palmer, president of the American Steel & Wire Company of Cleveland, later absorbed by U.S. Steel, built a dock with a large Adirondack style gazebo, one of several such structures on his estate.
1910 renderings by John Calvin Stevens of proposed house for William P. Palmer (Courtesy Maine State Historic Preservation Commission)
The cottage that Palmer actually built, 1921
Palmer originally had John Calvin Stevens design a Colonial Revival cottage for the property in 1910, but did not actually build a main house for the estate until 1921.  The Stevens design was abandoned in favor of a Tudor design, by an architect whose name has been lost with time.  That house was demolished in the early 1950's.

The dock at Hauterive, the Miles Carpenter estate at Bar Harbor (photograph by E.E. Soderholtz, Country Life in America, August 1911)
And over in fashionable Bar Harbor, Mrs. Miles Carpenter, a stylish New York socialite, purchased an estate overlooking Frenchman's Bay, and promptly had the Boston firm of Andrews, Jaques, & Rantoul enlarge it and lay out extensive gardens as a background for entertaining.  An elaborate seawall was built as part of the garden scheme.  at each end of the wall was an opening.  At the south end, the opening gave access to the dock, which was formed an extension of the garden axes, from the croquet lawn, down steps through the sunken garden, to a lower terrace, and through a pair of gates whose posts were cast in Persian style by E.E. Soderholtz .  At the end of the long pier was an elegant pavilion in French Medieval style.

The seawall at Hauterive, as seen from the dock (photograph by E.E. Soderholtz, Country Life in America, August 1911)

The dock at Hauterive overwhelmed the more modest pier of the immediate neighbor to the south,  E.T. Stotesbury's Wingwood House (Town & Country, August 1933)
Hauterive was inherited by Mrs. Carpenter's daughter, Agnes Miles Carpenter, who continued her mother's stylish ways (many of her Paris gowns survive in the Costume institute at the Metropolitan Museum)--she remodeled the gardens (future post), and had society photographer Baron deMeyer redecorate the dining room in sleek red lacquered moderne style in the 1930's, a stark contrast to her mother's Louis XVI drawing room across the hall, furnished a generation earlier by Lord Duveen. 

The MVN Bluenose and its pier, as seen from the remains of the terrace at Hauterive, in startling contrast to the view above, just 50 years before. (1960's postcard view by Paul  Knaute)
 In 1953, despite protests from the Miss Carpenter and other neighbors, including Lady Harry Oakes to the immediate south, the abandoned Stotesbury cottage was purchased by the Canadian National Railroad as site for a new terminal for its Bluenose Ferry service to Nova Scotia. The view from Miss Carpenter's terrace, once so peaceful with her elegant dock, was never the same.

After Miss Carpenter's death in the early 60's, Hauterive itself was demolished.  For many years after, the grounds were kept in good condition, and the iron gates to the pier remained.   In recent years the property has become a Holiday Inn (where the Obama family stayed on their visit to Maine last year), the grounds are in ruins, and returning ghosts would be hard put to find their way to the long vanished dock.


11 comments:

ChipSF said...

Interesting post - docks & piers are romantic, and a source of controversy elsewhere too - out here particularly at Tahoe.

For a new-ish house, Indian Head has a rather attractive roofline.

Mark D. Ruffner said...

We have the same conversations here in Florida. Often it's about size and scale. The builders of piers and extended docks tend to be the same people who build "McMansions," and those people tend not to care how the structures will affect their neighbors or impact Florida mangroves, which are essential to the entire marine ecosystem.

In 1990 alone, 12% of the manatee population was killed because of speedboats, and that's just one byproduct of more residential docks.

I guess you know where I stand ...

Sabra said...

I know that your focus in this post is on piers/docks and the water and its views, but what I'm struck by is the considered approach to the entire property -- defined uses, creation of place, consideration of views and site lines, visual decor (an amusing structure on the dock, almost like a folly focal point). Some may still take this approach and design the house and the grounds, but as we've turned inward to our televisions and computers, I wonder if "pleasure grounds" -- beyond the expected pool or tennis court -- are no longer a real consideration for those building massive homes (vacation or otherwise).

smilla4blogs said...

What a timely and informative post...and just after a summer of dock discord in a colony slightly south of our town! It never seems to end. Lately, we have been watching the boats with their flotillas of docks heading out of our (southern) bay, to be put to bed for the winter. The pilings look mournful...an end of summer grimace.

The Ancient said...

Anything more on the gardens at Hauterive?

(BTW, as the proud owner of two docks -- neither on the ocean -- I think I like looking at them more than I do using them.)

Toby Worthington said...

You supplied a name new to me with the descriptions
of the dock built for Mrs Miles Carpenter. Those stylish
old gals haven't any counterparts today, or do they?
One wants to be fair. In any case, this was one of those
DED posts that inspired and depressed at the same time.

Murano Chandeliers said...

Docks has an interesting feel. It denotes travel, arrival and adventure.

The Ancient said...

Cross-posted from OLI:

Over at Dilettante's, Toby Worthington asks why no one builds such grand places anymore. Part of the answer has to be that even the very rich are now more inclined to view their houses as semi-liquid assets. Overbuilding, as Morgan plainly did, and as a couple of my neighbors have done, means you can never get that money back. So it's consumption. If you're Martha Stewart, maybe that makes sense -- Skylands is a part of her business model. I'm less sure about Ira Rennert, who seems possessed by the ghost of Herod at Caesarea, and poor Patricia Kluge -- as she now is -- provides a cautionary tale for the ages.

The Ancient said...

P.S. Speaking of Mrs Stotesbury, there are probably still some people who haven't seen this.

Toby Worthington said...

Wise as ever, the Ancient really nailed it:
the very rich are inclined to view their houses as
semi-liquid assets, rather than properties to cultivate
and improve over time. And it's true about Mrs Kluge's
situation being a cautionary tale! The excesses of the
1980s will haunt us for years to come.

Janet said...

Good lord! $12.5!!!! That's not the Maine I know and love. How are you? I hear you've had a mild fall so far. . . cheers!

BTW, today's word verification: meddle. In other words, don't meddle with a Mainer.