• Last week, I was sent up to scout around Tappan, NY, a beautiful hamlet just over the New Jersey border. Each day, I found myself driving back and forth along a road called Western Highway…

    …and in the process, passing a gorgeous brick building that appeared to be abandoned.

    Was it a school, or former college? Perhaps the old town hall? On the seventh or eighth drive by, I finally pulled over to find out.

    Though the building was still in excellent condition, walking the deserted grounds almost felt like something out of Lovecraft.

    In search of clues, I came around the side of the building…

    …where ivy was slowly increasing its stranglehold on the facade:

    A rusted old fence at the top of a crumbling staircase:

    The rear of the building revealed a number of additions…

    …and a great view of the building’s impressive cupola…

    But what was it??

    As it turns out, a pretty big clue was staring down at me:

    After making some phone calls, I learned that this was once the German Masonic Home of Tappan, a place for “worthy decayed Masons, their widows, and orphans” – in other words, a home for members who could no longer care for themselves. Below, a photograph taken February 8, 1920:

    Incredibly, the building has barely changed over the years. The German Masonic group continues to this day in Tappan, and a member graciously arranged for me to take a tour.

    The land for the site, 20 acres in all, was purchased by the German Masons in 1872 for $14,500; construction on the Hall began in 1906 and finished in 1909. From then until 1983, the building was a residence hall for Masons and their kin in an attempt to “shield the individual against the blasts of an adverse fate,” according to a Masonic historian.

    Though I was expecting some level of dilapidation, I had no idea how bad the decay would be.

    Abandoned since 1996, water damage had taken its toll, and I began to wonder if anything of note had managed to survive.

    Then we took a turn through a glass-paned door…

    …and found this on the other side:

    This is the Home’s former chapel, and I found the mix of elegant design with decay to create an almost haunting beauty.

    The chapel actually has an interesting connection to film history. A later addition to the building, the chapel was donated by member Anton T. Kliegl, inventor of the Klieg light, which quickly became the standard of screen and stage.

    The real treasure here are the stained glass windows, which are miraculously in perfect condition:

    They’ve since been boarded up for safety, and will hopefully be removed soon for preservation…

    …but seriously: wow.

    I don’t know my Masonic history, but I imagine these scenes were chosen for a reason – perhaps someone out there could illuminate?

    At the front wall, two pictures are embedded in the stained glass.

    The man is identified as Brother A. T. Kliegl…

    The woman is his wife, Schw. L. Kliegl (thanks to readers for clarifying!). Both share the date of April 8, 1928 – anyone have any idea why?

    Two windows in the chapel’s corner:

    A stained glass skylight used to adorn the chapel’s dome but has since been removed for safe keeping:

    Three chairs on the altar:

    I noticed the pinnacle of each chair is different. According to reader Mark, “The chairs are for the 3 main positions in the lodge. The center chair is for the Worshipful Master, to the right is the Chaplin, and to the left is the education officer.”

    From the debris covered pews…

    …to the moss-strewn floors, I have to admit, that Lovecraftian feeling was only increasing.

    As we left the chapel, I noticed another window…

    …which looked especially impressive in the dark.

    From there, we made our way to the main staircase…

    …adorned with a Masonic mosaic set into the wall:

    Just around the corner were the remnants of a formal room…

    …the Masonic symbol still above the fireplace:

    In 1983, the Home closed and residents were moved to another facility provided by the German Masons in New Rochelle. The building was leased as a dorm to Dominican College, a local liberal arts college. Below, the former dining hall/ballroom. Note the arched doors on the right:

    Just off the dining hall is the old cafeteria/kitchen, in a terrible state of disrepair:

    At some point, a medical wing was added to the rear of the first floor.

    This was probably an examination room:

    The original sink:

    Next door, the old nurse’s station…

    Long since faded, the slight pink color makes me think this was once a vibrant pastel hue:

    A photograph above the sink – quick, who can identify the location?

    A private sick room, complete with bed:

    An old General Electric water fountain:

    From there, we headed upstairs to the second floor…

    …er, probably wisely deciding to forego the elevator:

    This was the first of three residential floors for the Masonic Home, where members were able to live free of charge.

    Here, the decay was at its worst…

    …and, coupled with the utter silence of the building, that horror movie feel was reaching a peak.

    In fact…OK, I’ll come clean – I had one really embarrassing scare during the tour. As we were looking in this bedroom, SOMETHING SUDDENLY JUMPED OUT AT US…

    Pigeons. Dammit, I nearly had a heart attack!

    Interestingly enough, there is a tragic story from the building’s past that could easily fuel a ghost legend or two. As I was doing research, I came across this article from from the September 5, 1933, edition of the NY Times:

    According to the article, John Ellich, 74, and Marie Kiefer, 64, both residents of the Masonic Home, had secretly fallen in love despite strict rules against such intimacy. A year later, they snuck off to New York City to elope.

    Unfortunately, their secret was discovered, and they were informed by the board of directors that they were to be separated, with one of them being moved to the Masonic Home of Utica.

    On September 3rd, 1933, at 8 AM, the superintendent found Ellich’s room locked and, upon opening it with a passkey, empty. Kiefer’s door was also found to be locked, with paper stuffed in the keyhole.

    Inside, Ellich and Kiefer were found dead, lying side by side. Ellich still held an automatic pistol, and suicide notes were found on the dresser. According to the Times, “It is believed they took advantage of the noise of last night’s electrical storm when the pistol was fired, because none of the other guests heard the shots.”

    I’d love to know if the story was known to the Dominican College students who dormed here…

    …though I’m sure their super cool spaceship mattresses made them feel safe as they slept at night:

    In retrospect, the service provided by the German Masonic Hall seems almost unbelievable in today’s age – a full care retirement residence for those simply in need. In fact, a final resting place was also provided for members at the local cemetery…

    …where a group plot was instituted:

    Burials span over 50 years, the most recent in 1987:

    Sadly, it doesn’t look like much can be done to save the German Masonic Home. While the exterior masonry is in great shape, the roof is falling in, and the interior would need to be completely gutted.

    For a time, the Masons had hoped to tear the building down and build smaller homes on the land for seniors in an attempt to fulfill their original mission, but were prohibited by zoning laws.

    And so it sits on its hill, decaying a little further each day.

    When you literally can’t build ’em like this anymore, it’s sad when you can’t find a purpose for the ones that remain.

    On a positive note, much of the Home’s land has become the German Masonic Park, and is used frequently by the town for events and sports.

    -SCOUT

    PS – If it’s not clear from my pictures, the building is INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS and boarded up for a reason!! There is also no trespassing on the grounds. Tappan is very small, and the police take notice.

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  • When I first moved to LA from NYC to continue my scouting career, I assumed it would be the major differences that would be hardest to get used to. But in fact, it’s the elements that are sort of similar, yet VERY different, that still hit me as strange. One example: Bob Hope Patriotic Hall…

    Every time I see it, I’m instantly transported back to the rows of 8-10 story historic midtown buildings I used to scout back in Manhattan, like General Society of Mechanics.

    There’s just, ah, one minor difference: someone forgot the rest of the block.

    As long as I live, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing this building sitting by its lonesome, as though magically whisked from a crowded midtown side street to retire in the sunny climate of Southern California.

    But that said, the building is gorgeous, and has been featured in countless film and television productions over the years, including as an East Coast stand-in. And honestly, walking up to the door triggers a strange deja vu that I’m always happy to feel.

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  • Nothing like scouting a creepy abandoned property…

    No power, lights out…

    World is silent except for your footsteps…

    Step into what was once a child’s bedroom…

    THEN TWO BIRDS LEAP UP SQUAWKING CRAZILY AND FLAIL OUT THE BROKEN WINDOWS.

    And another floor or two full of rooms to cover before I’m finished…

    (in fact, the unexpected horror movie jump scare is one of my favorite encounters to have while scouting – just so long as I don’t wind up dead immediately after it. 😀)

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  • Once upon a time back in my NYC days, I held a contest on April Fools asking readers to guess where I went on vacation from a series of pictures. The answer: the American Museum of History!

    New Hampshire

    My hope was that in having people come to the slow realization that what they’re were seeing might not be real, they’d experience these dioramas in a way that allowed them to appreciate their exquisite beauty from a new perspective.

    Olympic National Forest – Washington

    The AMNH is the museum I miss most since my move to LA. There was nothing like going to the museum on a slow day and wandering the dioramas alone, probably one of the most transportive experiences in NYC.

    Southern Florida

    To be clear, LA’s Natural History Museum is a marvel in its own right. But I think it’s the vastness of the AMNH that sets it apart in allowing visitors to truly feel the scope of the world we live in.

    Yosemite Valley, California

    In transferring a number of my old pictures to my website, I found a huge folder of full-size pics I’d taken for the contest, far beyond what I originally posted – so I’ve uploaded them all here for anyone who would like to see further examples of this singular art:

    5) Saguaro National Monument, Arizona

    Roosevelt Elkhorn Ranch, North Dakota

    Lake Nipigan near Ontario, Canada

    Brigantine, New Jersey


    Colorado National Monument, Colorado

    Stissing Mountain, New York

    Grand Canyon, Arizona

    Inyo National Forest, California

    Sargasso Sea, Atlantic Ocean

    Long Island, New York

    Alaska

    Gunflint Lake, Minnesota (this is my favorite diorama in the museum)

    Alaska

    Yellowstone, Wyoming

    And many more:

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  • Stretching a full city block on Franklin Ave (between India and Java) is one of Brooklyn’s most interesting apartment buildings, The Astral, built in 1885/86 by industrialist/philanthropist Charles Pratt (namesake to Pratt Institute), and looking pretty much the same nearly 130 years later.

    Designed in the Queen Anne style, its facade is a fascinating assortment of bays and recesses, brick and terracotta detailing, fire escapes and balconies, and just about every size and shape of window you can imagine.

     

    Something about the Astral has always felt eerie to me. Maybe it’s all those recesses and windows – so many places for someone to be watching you from.

    Or maybe it’s the enormous arched entrances, which seem more like portals than doors.

    The Astral’s 125 apartments apartments are separated into six different sections, each with its own slightly different entrance design.

    Even the name The Astral (“of the stars”) conjures up an air of mystery and the occult:

    In fact, the name comes not from the supernatural, but from Pratt’s nearby oil refinery, known for its Astral Oil, a safer, less flammable lighter fluid (“Will not explode!” is a great brand slogan).  Pratt built the Astral Apartments specifically to house his refinery workers in a safe and healthy environment, a very progressive idea in a time when thousands suffered in the squalor of tenements.

    In addition to comfortable, well-ventilated apartments, Pratt also provided residents with a library/lecture hall at the India Street corner.

    Here’s the first floor of that library circa 1895…

    …and today, now a laundromat:

    In researching the Astral, I learned that the library originally included a reading room/lecture hall in the basement, seen below circa 1900.

    While the first floor space is long gone, was there any possibility the basement reading room might still exist? Last week, I headed into the bowels of the building with the super…

    Sadly, the library was gutted decades ago to make way for the building’s boiler.

    However, if you look behind the boiler…

    …you’ll find the library’s original fireplace still in place:

    See it there on the right?

    The fireplace has some nice detailing…

    …including this bit of advice: “Waste neither time nor money.” Also, note the building’s founding date inscribed below:

    Another neat remnant from the library…

    …I’m told these braces originally held a bookshelf:

    Finally, you can see these two columns in the above picture:

    A little bit of detailing at the top:

    Pratt also provided a kindergarten for residents, seen below circa 1895:

    Today, that space houses the Brooklyn Label cafe:

    The interior space has been heavily renovated, though you can still see one of the original columns on the right:

    For such a large building, many of the most interesting details are actually quite small. One of my favorites is impossible to make out from the street…

    …but if you go up to the roof…

    …you’ll see that the roof posts are capped with a really interesting – and somewhat creepy – terracotta design, alternating between two faces: screaming in horror…

    …and maniacally laughing:

    Of course, these most likely represent the theatrical masks of comedy and tragedy. But what an unusual addition, especially considering that you can’t see them from the ground. Sadly, most have been destroyed by lightning strikes or vandalism.

    Another neat flourish – zig-zaggy rails in the rooftop fence:

    There are several other neat hidden details, like the lion heads at the base of the arches…

    …significantly deteriorated from age:

    Flanking the main entrance…

    …two odd faces wink down at passersby:

    On either side of the Franklin Street facade, a really beautiful emblem…

    And beneath the bay windows…

    …a very pretty plant motif:

    But the real beauty of The Astral is in its inventive use of recesses and bays, like this three-story arched recess:

    I’m not kidding when I say this building has a lot of different window styles and sizes:

    And then there are the simple patterns set set into the brickwork that accent the building:

    An arch detail:

    Circular windows above an entrance:

    I love how the apartments get their own fire escape balcony:

    Inside, things are a bit cramped as one might expect for a building meant for early 20th century refinery workers:

    This is the lobby at the main entrance…

    …while the side entrances open onto the stairs:

    Long, thin corridors lead off of the stairwells to apartments…

    …often with less than a few feet separating doors:

    Many of the original floorboards remain:

    Looking out one of the large arched windows from the stairwell:

    Finally, I headed to the backyard…

    More zig-zags on the gate:

    I love the courtyard of the Astral, which feels like the archetypal New York rear apartment facade. While we’re remaking movies that clearly do not need to be remade, this would be great for Rear Window.

    The courtyard is dotted with all sorts of mysteriously small, sealed doors:

    Last but not least, there’s a great little alley leading back to India Street…

    …with a neat little arch over the stairs:

    I’ve always thought of the Astral as Greenpoint’s version of the Dakota – perhaps not as singularly iconic, but full of character nonetheless.

    Originally published March 17, 2014.

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  • In Los Feliz, there’s a place called the Harvard House Motel, and I like to think that at least once in its 79-year existence, someone booked a room believing it to have some association with the university, if only in grandeur.

    And I would pay quite a bit to see that check-in.

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  • A while back, I was in the middle of taking scout pictures of an office building lobby when I suddenly noticed something: a security guard staring at me from his booth in the back, arms crossed, clearly not happy with what I was up to.

    It happens all the time: management gives me the OK to scout but forgets to notify their lobby staff, and it always turns into a big argument til things get cleared up. Even though the guard was being passive aggressive, I know from experience it’s best to deal with it head on…

    So I marched over and, without waiting for him to speak, gave the guard a full, clear explanation of exactly what I was doing and who gave me permission to do so… And he just continued to stare silently, arms crossed, skeptical. For a moment, I felt my temper rise…

    Then I looked a bit closer at his face… His unblinking eyes… How still he was…

    And then I saw him name tag, and it all became clear…

    “Art.”

    Note: this was back in 2012, and I’m not sure if ol’ Art is still on duty. But he was popular enough to merit his own NY Times write-up back in 1994!

    Originally published 4/30/2012.

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  • Want to take a quick peek at the projection room in an abandoned movie theater? Come on in…

    In one corner: tangles and tangles of old film from who knows how many movies:

    Taped to the wall, a schedule of movie showtimes, possibly from one of the last day’s of the theater’s existence: Nuns on the Run, Crazy People, and Another 48 Hours would put this at sometime in the early 1990s. Toward the end of its existence, the theater used to do quadruple features (!!), and it’s pretty wild to think about starting this run at 11:22pm…

    On a nearby shelf…

    Old bottles of oil to keep the Simplex projector running:

    Just outside: a closet with ancient breaker switches for the equipment:

    And something I’m sure Tarantino would approve of…

    A vintage doorway curtain of gold rings leading into the booth. Would love to know how many operators passed through during its near-century of operation…

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  • Had an odd memory come to me of having once scouted an historic mansion in Long Island with palm trees lining the drive…but palm trees? Could that be right? So I dug thru my files…and there they were, at the old Woolworth Estate!

    Only turns out, I’d been tricked…

    These had in fact been planted for the HBO miniseries Mildred Pierce (and now appear to be gone).

    Not the first nor last time I’d be fooled by my own industry…

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