355 Riverside Drive (Thursday Doors)

In youth, a burgeoning
investor, he savored
property that favored
elegant style.
Older, family absent,
weary of empty rooms,
his fine jewel was doomed
to destruction.
A tower was summoned–
an inelegant box–
he resided on top
with river views.
It isn’t illegal
to transform artistry
into utility–
but it should be.
Above is the building that sits at 355 Riverside Drive today. The top photo is the house it replaced. Built by banker Samuel Gamble Bayne to replace a slightly more modest residence across the street, Bayne at one time owned the entire block between 107th and 108th street from Riverside Drive to Broadway. Both original residences were designed by architect Frank Freeman in the Romanesque style.
I don’t know if the actual door in the new building is what was there when it was built–it’s pretty but plain– but the door surround and the space between the first and second floor windows do have some interesting ornamentation, and I also like the raised brickwork on the bottom floors.
The window guardians (I think Green Man) are a nice touch.
One of Bayne’s daughters had married an architect, Alfred C. Bossom, and that is who the developer Bayne sold his house to, Harris H. Uris, used to design the new building. Bayne, whose wife had died after his four children moved out, no doubt found the house too large, but it’s a shame he couldn’t have found a buyer to preserve the house. He must have liked the location, as he moved into the new apartment building, occupying the entire 14th floor.
The two mansions to the right of the original house in the very top picture still exist, as do the brownstones on 108th street. When I get back uptown, I’ll photo them as well–I think I have photos of some of the doors from when I was just taking pictures of every door I saw, but none that have the details or entire building.

There’s a nice little courtyard garden in the back of the building. You can read more details, and see more photos of 355 Riverside Drive, here.
And here’s an apartment that was recently for sale in the building–you can get an idea of the views Bayne must have had from his windows.
I’ve written an abhanga poem, with synonyms for spring and green, for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday prompt. And I’ve also used some words from this week’s Random Word List.
And visit Dan Antion, who has lots of doors every week, here, at Thursday Doors.
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- March 21, 2023 -
It’s a shame the original building was torn down, but at least this building does have those details, even though the building itself is nothing special. The door is plain, but I think it fits. The courtyard looks pretty, too. Spectacular views from the apartment, but it better have for over $2 million!
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Thanks Merril. I first noticed the green man guardians, but it’s surprising to me that the rest of the building is so plain. I know the apartment price is crazy, but as I told Dan, it actually seems reasonable given NYC real estate.
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You’re welcome.
Real estate prices are crazy all over, I suppose.
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During the lockdown, prices went down in the city and up in the suburbs and rural areas as people left. Now the city is back to its usual craziness, though I wonder who are all these people with all this money?
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I wondered that, too, when the past couple of years, people were offering to pay huge sums in cash to buy houses.
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Pity the original house was torn down.
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It is indeed.
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What a shame that such a wonderful building was demolished. I like your view of New York and the way you show us something of what it must be like to live there.
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Thanks Suzanne. New York is a continually changing mixture of old and new. It’s interesting to try to trace how it happened.
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It would be. Such an exciting place to live – I imagine you never get bored of it.
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I am never bored in general, but I’m not sure if that’s New York, or just me.
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Sounds like a formula for a happy life. 🙂
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I always have more I want to do than time to do it in…
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I often feel like that too – I alternate between that and feeling exhausted. It would be good to find a balance point. 🙂
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Balance always seems to be elusive.
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It’s a shame the original building was torn down, only to be replaced by about the most boring box one can imagine. I like the interior – a bit beyond my reach financially – but it still makes me sad.
I think your poem is spot on. A nice tribute.
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Thanks Dan. You can’t beat the views from that apartment. And in the realm of NYC real estate, it seems reasonably priced. Crazy to think that’s true.
But you are correct–boring architecture.
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Thank you for this….an interesting and informative post. I lived in New York (Manhattan) from 1967 til 1971. I love to return there and spend time looking over so many interesting buildings. Janet X
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I arrived in 1971. I made a short foray into Brooklyn, but have mostly moved up and down the West Side. Perhaps our paths crossed in 1971!
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They probably did:)XX
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Superb and interesting details of the building and such awesome doors. Lovely poem too, Kerfe.
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Thanjs Kamal. The world is always changing.
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Yes I completely agree with you. You are always welcome Kerfe.
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Thanks so interesting and I love the poem too 🤍
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Thanks!
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Lovely tribute to an absent house. I wonder how a society finds its way back into a path of beauty.
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That’s a good question. Money is the priority now.
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What a shame! That happens all too often. I do like the courtyard you found and your words for today. 🙂
janet
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Thanks Janet. Change is continuous, especially when someone thinks they can turn a profit.
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Unfortunately true.
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Getting into my immediate neighborhood. Love it. I too like stickybeaking around and finding good stuff. Makes me wonder what date that original building was torn down (and why) and when the replacement was built.
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I lived for 25 years at 949 WEA, so this building is very familiar to me. I’m pretty sure the Daytonian article has the exact date in it.
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I love the rhythm of this poem and you tell a story so familiar. Who knows what the next structure on the site will look like?
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Thanks Claudia…hopefully not a glass tower!
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Somehow I think this building is there to stay for a while. It sure has an air of being determined to do so! Very solid and strong.
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It’s in the landmark district so there is some protection anyway. And it’s a co-op, so all the owners would have to agree to sell.
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I’m with your poem on the replacement building.
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Thanks Liz. We all seem to be in agreement!
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You’re welcome, Kerfe!
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Hi – enjoyed the poem and how it went so well with the photos (which was the goal, I know… 🙂
So interesting to learn about this area – I clicked on the listing and ouch – that is expensive – (all about location)
and the original house that was replaced sure was wonderful.
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Oh and I wonder how they raised the bricks like that and if it was only for design??
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Thanks! Yes New York real estate is ouch! in every way. It does seem like the bricks would want to fall off, gravity being what it is. Some kind of architectural superglue? Or maybe there are steel rods inside holding them.
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Hi – I bet the mortar and shorts were well considered and some master brick layer must have worked on that!
And maybe it offers a way to scale the wall – hahaha
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I’m sure someone could manage it…
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I echo the sentiments of your final stanza, Kerfe!
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Thanks Ingrid. If only the world reflected the sentiments of its peoples…
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It happens so often, lately.
Loved your poem.
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All the time. Thanks!
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Hi Kerfe, I also started off taking pictures of just the doors and progressed to the entire building for more context and historical meaning. A really lovely poem to go with these two pictures and I agree with your sentiment.
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Thanks Robbie. It’s interesting how that works. Somehow context always works its way in.
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That last stanza is perfect. I’m not hostile to change and development out of hand, and certainly have to cope with it frequently here, but when the elegance and imagination and soul is lost, my heart hurts. At least we have historical photos; I can always hope the architects working in the future will be inclined to look to them for inspiration.
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Thanks Sun. I hope so too. But such work is very expensive now. Well, maybe it always was. Profit is king at the moment.
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Those details are always so interesting… I see the Green Man too. I wonder if it’s Puck, from a Midsummer’s Night Dream? Those garden areas are so peaceful. A bit of magical spaces in a busy city. Your Abhanga poetry is superb. It’s a shame the building was torn down.
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Thanks Colleen. I’ve always liked that little courtyard. But I would have loved to see that mansion in person!
I was reminded of the Abhanga when I was looking though old posts and saw one I’d written a few years ago for Tanka Tuesday.
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Nice. Why the “Green man”?
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He’s one of the recurring figures on building ornamentation of the late 1800s into the early 20th century. The vegetation surrounding him makes me think it’s a green man rather than a devil or some other mythical being.
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Interesting. There are many similar on French buildings of the same time… Though the style is a. bit different. I’ll look closer next time I’m in Paris…
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They began as church ornaments I believe–a nod to paganism to keep the masses faithful.
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There are many demons on old French Gothic churches and cathedrals. And probably elsewhere in Europe.
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Kerfe, that top photo looks like our local library, funded way back when by a lumber baron and kept nice by a special millage that keeps getting renewed. It’s safe for now, thank goodness. The city recently sold a humongous beautiful building that has been various things over the years to private developers. IT MAKES ME SICK. There’s no telling what they will do to it. Just like trees, there seems to be scant protections for treasured architecture 😦 That said, I do like the features of the new building even incomparable to the original building. Also very nice courtyards between the buildings. Will go check out those links now…
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Developers are only in it for money. They have no aesthetic at all. For nature or architecture…
You have a library that looks like that! You should take some photos.
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If you scroll down the page you’ll see a pic of it.
https://www.hackleylibrary.org/about/about-the-library/ You know I just might take some pics of it. It’s been awhile since going to it. Usually use the branch closer to me.
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What a wonderful building! You know magic resides inside.
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Oh yes. They also have a copy (reproduction) of The Book of Kells. I’ve read they turn one page every day.
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That alone would be worth a visit.
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This post was heartbreaking to read, Kerfe. The house in that top photo is amazing. I just love homes like that. To think that it was torn down for that box… sigh. At least they incorporated some nice features, but what a shame. I’m looking forward to your photos of the neighboring ones. 🙂
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Thanks Diana. This has happened way too often. At least some of the surrounding homes did survive. Not quite as elaborate, but still with some beautiful details.
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Old adage comes back to roost. People is just people. Money only means money, nothing else. Used to think poor folk had lesser sense of art/craft – but no, rich people can be just as ignorant. As here your sad story tells. First house looked like more fun than Disneyland.
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That’s so true Neil. Money does not buy taste.
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Looved the poetry, and your photos too, very much
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Thanks Jude.
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Groan! That house was magnificent, and the buildings next to it were beautiful too. How awful to tear them down. Even worse, at a time when there was ample space…
Thanks for the poem, photos, and history. Hugs.
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Thanks Teagan. Money often seems to be the only excuse that people need!
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Progress is not always better. Great poem, Kerfe! I love how you preserved that house’s moment in time.
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thanks Yvette.
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I hate when we loss beauty like that.
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I know. Once it’s gone…
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Oh, this is depressing. I guess the garden courtyard is some small compensation. Not really. It just all makes me sad. Imagine the immigrant labor that built that first place. Because nobody would have enough money to pay resident artisans to build it. And then to demolish it and put that ugly thing up there. So freaking sad. 😒💕
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