For many many years, too numerous to ever want to recall, I travelled by express bus to and from work.  In the beginning, I worked on the east side of Manhattan so the commute was fairly quick around 30 minutes.  Unfortunately for the last dozen years my ad agency was way downtown, across the street from what is now The Freedom Tower (formerly World Trade Center).  This daily trip on a good day took 1.5 hours – good thing I loved my career.

The route home was usually across the Ed Koch Bridge aka 59th Street Bridge or Queensboro Bridge. Every night we would pass over Roosevelt Island, another one of those local places I had never visited and the fascination for the slice of land was increased by the fact that the main vehicle to bring you there is the Roosevelt Elevated Tramway.  Ironically the Tramway, which began operations in 1976 was only supposed to be temporary transportation pending completion of the RI’s subway stop, but with the help of long delays on the train station construction as well as its own inherent charm, the tramway quickly became the symbol of Roosevelt Island.

So on a perfectly beautiful day, I drove into the city, parked and boarded the tram which runs every eight minutes non-rush hour.

I was to meet my cousin on Roosevelt Island as he was coming from another borough and had elected to take the subway.  Yes there is a train that goes to RI, but only since 1989 (it missed its planned opening by 13 years – more on that below).

The tramway ride is only a few minutes long  but it affords gorgeous aerial views of the river:

Once arriving on RI, I took a quick walk along the shoreline to get some great views of Manhattan from a new vantage point :

The RI side also afforded pretty views, as there is a cherry tree-lined promenade that stretches across its length:

The meeting place was the Visitor Center which has a history of its own as it is housed in a kiosk that originally stood on the Manhattan side of the Queensboro bridge. The significance of that kiosk shall remain a mystery for my readers – just for a short while, I promise.

While Roosevelt Island is presently the site of a prettily landscaped middle-class apartment residential community (more on the Island’s housing status later) built under the reign of Mayor John Lindsay in the late 1960-70’s – there are about 12-150,000 full-time residents.

However the history of this tiny 2-mile stretch of land is quite storied going all the way back to the sale of Manhattan  in 1637 (called “Minnahannock” by the Canarsie Tribe, meaning “it’s nice to be here”) to the Dutch. At that time the island was used to raise hogs, so it was called, with an utter lack of imagination, “Hog Island.” After the British won over the Dutch in 1666 it became “Manning’s Island,” named after a British Captain who becomes the Sheriff of New York and then his son-in-law Robert Blackwell took possession and renamed the island after himself. In 1828, the City of New York bought the island for $32,500 and set it up as a site for charitable and corrective institutions, including a miserable and scandalous prison, the New York Lunatic Asylum,  a workhouse, a smallpox hospital now called “Renwick Ruin” after its architect  who designed it as well as St Patrick’s Cathedral. While the Cathedral has been renovated and kept up to snuff, the same cannot be said for the remains of the Smallpox Hospital for the island unfortunately lacks funds for restoration:

The Strecker lab built in 1892 to serve as City Hospital’s research facility for pathological and bacteriological research and considered the first institution of its kind has seen some restoration efforts:

A number of charitable hospitals and almshouses, chronic care and nursing homes also are opened on the island and in 1921 its name changed again to Welfare Island.  Its current moniker, “Roosevelt Island” was not bestowed upon the island until 1973, named after the one-time New York Governor and US President, Franklin D Roosevelt.  

While this island has gone through so many iterations, particularly from its somewhat ghoulish era as a place to stash aways criminals and contagious patients, what really piqued my interest most was a seemingly mundane area – the simple feat of getting on and off the island itself.  What I found out was amazing.  For this story, let’s go back to that kiosk.

When on the Manhattan side, that kiosk served as the entrance to a trolley. For those of you too young to remember, a trolley was a streetcar that ran on an electrified rail:

Trolley streetcars can still be ridden in San Fransisco and many parts of Europe, but they are a distant memory for New Yorkers.   The  trolleys ran on the lower roadway of the Queensboro bridge (it still has an upper and lower roadway) and connected Manhattan to the borough of Queens.  They were also part of a unique access to Roosevelt Island for, beginning in 1930 the trolley cars  would stop at a traffic light in the middle of the Queensboro Bridge and let their passengers off to take an elevator or a set of stairs that connected the bridge to the island below.

Wait, it gets even stranger.  Between 1934 and 1955 there was actually a vehicular elevator that lifted cars and trolleys from the bridge to the island!  Unfortunately I haven’t been able to find any pictures of these elevators, but I did find some archival photos of the building that housed them as well as some pictures of the trolleys:

It’s interesting that while I was pretty young when the trolley system operated on the bridge until 1957 and when the elevators and stairs were removed a year later,  I don’t even have a memory of when the vehicular elevators were demolished in 1970. Thanks to the internet I can see what I missed.

And to go full circle, remember the middle-income housing?  It too has become a victim of the times – such fabulous riverfront real estate can’t stay reasonable for long – take a look at this article I came across from the NY POST newspaper March 18, 2015:

Roosevelt Island has never been this funny! Buddy Hackett’s one-bedroom, 1½-bathroom co-op at the Rivercross, 531 Main Street, is currently on the market for $690,000.
Buddy, one of Roosevelt Island’s most famous residents, was a beloved actor and comedian best known for “The Music Man,” “It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World “and “The Love Bug.” The corner unit comes with great river views.
The current owner is Buddy’s son, the actor Sandy Hackett. The listing broker is Suzanne Wolf, of Corcoran.

C’est la vie – right cuz?

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