Happy New Year!! Welcome, 2016!
And welcome back to Spellen of Troy! I’m welcoming myself back, as well!
This time last year, (and the year before, for that matter) I was one busy starving writer, frantically churning out nine articles a week for my gig at Brownstoner.com.
I wanted to do a Troy blog, but it was just too much, I was chained to the computer, blurry-eyed, and burned out.
So Spellen of Troy sat here, unwritten, unread and unloved.
This year, things are different.
I live in North Central. It's the neighborhood in Troy between Downtown and Lansingburgh. For far too many people, it's been the part of Troy that people drive through as fast as they can, and feel is best seen from the rear view mirror. Well, they are wrong.
When we first moved here, we had to have the water turned on, the roof repaired, and other workmen and agencies come to the house. Almost all of the locals, like the guys from the water department, told us we were living in a bad neighborhood. Were we sure we wanted to be here, they asked us? It wasn't "safe." They also told us that Happy Lunch, down the street, has the best breakfast sandwiches in town. I guess some things are worth taking a chance on, in spite of the "danger." Can I tell you how tired I am of people telling me where I live is not "SAFE?"
Hey, I lived in Bedford Stuyvesant, Brooklyn during the "Crack Wars" of the 1980s and 90s. After that I lived in Crown Heights, another inner city neighborhood that wasn't supposed to be "safe" either. Both were overrated for their awfulness too. I'm not going to say there wasn't gun violence and crime, and certainly drug dealing going on all around me then, because there were some bad times, but my block in Bed Stuy was pretty peaceful, and I was never robbed, never accosted, never in danger. The same went for my end of the block in Crown Heights. Of course I had my urban radar on, but anyone who lives in NYC and does not have their urban radar on anyway is a fool. But I digress...
Here is the conclusion of my three part story about the rescue of Charles Nalle, a fugitive slave living in Troy in 1860. This story of one of Troy's finest hours has been a joy to research and write. Here's the story as it first appeared on Brownstoner.com. http://www.brownstoner.com/blog/2014/03/walkabout-the-rescue-of-charles-nalle-a-troy-story-part-3/
Charles Nalle, his body battered and bleeding, blood streaming from his wrists where the heavy slave manacles bit into his skin, stumbled up the embankment of the Hudson River, into the town of West Troy, N.Y. It was April 27, 1860, and Nalle had just escaped being taken back into slavery. He was, according to the law, still the property of his half-brother Blucher Hansbrough, of Culpeper, Va. That morning, he had left his employer Uri Gilbert’s house on 2nd Street, in Troy, and walked to the bakery, intent on getting bread for his employer’s household. Two years had passed since that fateful day in 1858 when he had boarded a boat in Washington, D.C., on his way to freedom in Philadelphia, and then on to upstate New York, bound for Canada.
To look at the man making his way up the embankment, one would scarcely have taken him to be the average Negro slave. He looked as Caucasian as any other free white man. He was the son of a Virginia planter named Peter Hansbrough and his slave named Lucy, who was herself half white. Charles was four years older than his half-brother Blucher, and was given to him by their father. The two men looked so much alike, a change of clothing would have obscured master from slave. But blood made all the difference, and Charles’ African lineage had assured him of a life of slavery. Unless he took his fate in his hands, and boarded the Underground Railroad to freedom.
The story of Charles Nalle’s early life, his family in Virginia and Washington, and his life in Troy up until this day can be found in Part One and Part Two of this story. We ended the last chapter with Charles Nalle escaping his captors and jumping on the ferry to West Troy, which today is the city of Watervliet. The hounds of hell were behind him, but so was salvation, in the person of Harriet Tubman, the “Moses” of the Underground Railroad, a woman who had never lost a passenger. And she, and the members of the Vigilance Committee, and the citizens of Troy, weren’t going to start losing one now.
Here is Chapter Two of my story the Charles Nalle Rescue, which took place in Troy, NY, on April 27, 1860. The story first ran on Brownstoner.com.
The great Harriet Tubman was a tiny little woman, with strong African features, no taller than five feet. But she was as tough as nails, and as fast and resourceful as a ninja. Over the years between 1849 and the dawn of the Civil War, she singlehandedly traveled back and forth from the plantations of the South to the Canadian border more than 19 times, leading captives out of slavery. Over 300 people directly owed their freedom to her, and she faced capture and certain death every day as they traveled north along the Underground Railroad. Her own family members were among the first people she shepherded to freedom, and some of them settled in upstate New York, in Auburn, and in the Capital region.
Part of Harriet Tubman’s success lay in the fact that most people didn’t believe that this diminutive black woman could possibly be the scourge of plantation owners everywhere. They didn’t know what she looked like, and they never caught her, or came close to finding out her identity. For those she helped to freedom, and those who helped her as operatives on the Underground Railroad, and supported her financially and in spirit, she was simply called “Moses.”
In the spring of 1860, she was slated to speak at an anti-slavery rally in Boston. She was traveling east from Auburn, so when she reached the Albany area, she decided to take some time to visit a cousin in Troy. The entire Capital District was a hotbed of abolitionist activity, and many of the area’s citizens were conductors on the Underground Railroad. Troy had a great number of people sympathetic to the anti-slavery cause, and the prosperous city had a small black community that included successful store and small business owners, outspoken ministers, and others, who with many of the city’s leading white citizens, were members of abolitionist groups. Harriet Tubman was right at home in Troy.
Over the past week I've written what I consider to be one of my best stories, and one of the most important tales in Troy's long and proud history. Here's part one, as it appears on Brownstoner.com.
Like Brooklyn, the Capital City area has long been recognized as an important nexus of the Abolitionist Movement in New York State, in the days before the Civil War. Anti-slavery activists were quite busy in Albany, Troy and the surrounding towns. The Hudson River cities became important routes on the Underground Railroad; the road to freedom in Canada for fugitives escaping slavery in the southern states. After the Fugitive Slave Act was enacted in 1850, the need for a strong and active resistance movement to pass escapees on up to Canada was necessary, as the new federal law not only made it a crime to help escapees, it also allowed bands of slave catchers to operate freely. The law also compelled local law enforcement to imprison and hold those who were captured, whether local officials wanted to, or not.
There was a small, but strong black community in the area, with black churches, schools and communities established in Troy, Albany, Saratoga, and beyond. Solomon Northrup, the hero of the true story “12 Years a Slave” lived with his family in Saratoga Springs. It was from there that he was kidnapped and spirited away down South, into slavery. Troy was home to several important black abolitionists, including Henry Highland Garnet, one of Troy’s most prominent ministers. Harriet Tubman had a cousin living in Troy. In Albany, Stephen Myers, another African American abolitionist, was publisher of “The Northern Star and Freeman’s Advocate,” an important African American newspaper. Myers was also one of the most important Underground Railroad agents in the state, and helped thousands of people make their way to freedom.
Ok, I write full time for a blog, two of them actually, and I can't seem to get it together to write for my own blog.
I also sew for a living sometimes, and I have a pitiful wardrobe and no curtains on my windows that were made by me.
I see a pattern here.
I'm going to try one more time to get Spellen of Troy going. I want to do this.
There aren't too many places near me that have access to the Hudson River, and that 's probably a good thing. I would imagine safety issues are a big concern, as are property rights and liability issues. But it is great to be able to stand on the shore of the mighty Hudson River and toss a rock in, or take pictures. Down the road a bit from us, near Bella Napoli Bakery, there is an access road to the shore, probably used by a lot of people who have small boats. Local people come to fish, walk their dogs and take some time with their kids. It's low key, and kind of unpretentiously nice in a rural kind of way. There's no fancy park, no nothing really, just the remains of an asphalt road, a rocky shoreline, and the river.
It doesn't take much to fascinate me, and I love the river rocks in Troy. They are all round, or lumps with rounded edges. You can just imagine the millions of years it took them to get that way, ground under the glaciers for millenia and then rolled and tumbled around in water for centuries. It reminds me that this part of the Hudson may be a new discovery for me, but she's an old river, and perhaps there have been people standing on this shore for a thousand years.
The surrounding land has all gone back to scrub, and is littered with century old bricks, tile, and the remains of industry. I looked it up, and there was a mattress spring factory near here. It's gone almost without a trace, just the remains of a loading dock or some kind of wall. Most of the empty land here, and there is quite a bit of it, has been used as a dump by road crews for a long time. The streets of Troy are dumped here by the river, in mounds of asphalt and concrete. They rise up above the burdocks and marsh grasses, and are perches for feral cats and river birds.
This would make a fine park for the people of North Central. It would even bring people up from Downtown. There are acres of land here doing nothing.
Last week my friend and landlady Debii and I met with Troy's City Engineer Russ Reeves and his assistant, Barb. The city is tearing down the long-abandoned building next door, and Russ wanted to go over the plans with us so we'd know what was happening.
The building, which is structurally unsound, needs to be shored up before being demolished, as it is only four feet from our house at the closest point. It is also partially sharing a party wall with the building on the other side, so great care needs to be taken in order to make sure that when the contractors take it down, it doesn't fall down on us, or take the other building with it. We really appreciate Russ' concern, and we greatly appreciate being informed. Let me tell you, that would not happen in New York City. There will certainly be more posts on the teardown as it happens. Meanwhile....
Russ and Barb were still in a meeting when we got there, so he asked us to wait in another office. Deb and I both noticed that there were large atlas-sized books on tables and shelves, and we asked if those were for Troy. Russ took down one for us and we spend a very short fifteen or twenty minutes looking at the books. We were in atlas heaven!
My article about Troy was published last week, and the aftershocks are still being felt. The story in the NY Daily News was the talk of the town for a week. It was re-blogged by the Albany Times-Union, and called a "Love Letter to Troy." That was nice.
I was mentioning to friends about what a big deal the article had become, and Duncan Crary, who has made all things and all people in Troy his business, told me that there have only been four positive comprehensive articles about Troy in the last few years. That's why it's a big deal. Only four? Sheesh. Well, we'll change that, I hope. There is a lot going on here, and not just Downtown.
That topic - the revitalization of Troy's neighborhoods, not just Downtown, was the subject of an article in the Times Union by Chris Churchill. He contacted me in the course of researching his article (Thank you Daily News!) and we had a great conversation. Bottom line - a revitalized city has to include the outlying neighborhoods, not just a vibrant central core.
It's going to be hard, but I hope our communities will be able to rally, city and other money will be allocated wisely, and the new renaissance that Downtown in having spreads outward, especially into North Central, South Troy and Lansingburgh. All of Troy wants and deserves good and affordable housing, safe streets, good schools, jobs and economic opportunities. I'd especially love to see the many shuttered storefronts in our neighborhoods bustling with viable and long lasting neighborhood small businesses.
Anyway, here is Chris Churchill's fine article.
Writing for Brownstoner.com for the last four years has resulted in a lot of fans in unexpected places. One of them is Matt Chaban, the new editor of the Real Estate section of the NY Daily News. He contacted me, and asked me to write a piece about somewhere Upstate for their special Fall Preview real estate section. He suggested Hudson, but admitted that it may have been played out. I know very little about Hudson, so I suggested Troy. He thought it was a great idea, and we ran with it.
Thanks to a lot of invaluable help from new friends like Duncan Crary, who put me in touch with all of the people quoted or spoken of in the article, the article was written, edited and re-edited, and then photographed. The News loved my work, and published our Troy story. I never expected it to be such a large story, and I certainly never expected the excitement it generated here in Troy and the Capital District. More on that later.
Here it is: (much easier to read on line, although the print version looks much better)
My name is Suzanne Spellen. I've been many things: a writer, historian, preservationist, musician, traveler, designer, sewer, teacher, and tour guide; a long time Brooklynite and now, a proud resident of Troy, NY.