Rarely does anyone focus on my sartorial splendor but in a nifty little blog piece in the American Scholar, author Priscilla Long highlighted that aspect of me, along with writing evocatively about the geology found in downtown Seattle. Earlier this summer, Priscilla took one of my urban building stone tours and her blog is about that walk. It is always a pleasure to have someone attend one of my walks and get excited about my odd passion for all things rock. Of course, this is my goal, to have people notice something new about something they had taken for granted or had walked by every day, and if they notice my fine fashion sense then all the better.
Category: Stories in Stone Blog
Sad Day for Brownstone
Brownstone is perhaps the most famous building stone of the east coast, quarried for more than three centuries and used primarily in New York, Boston, and Philadelphia. During its peak in the late 1800s, brownstone was the stone to use from coast to coast. So popular was it that “Silver King” James Flood shipped hoards of it around Cape Horn from Connecticut to San Francisco for his mansion, the only building on Nob Hill to survive the 1906 San Francisco earthquake.
But an article in yesterday’s New York Times reported that the final brownstone quarry is now closing. That quarry was in Portland, Connecticut, where the first quarries open in the late 1600s. The area was the prime source for brownstone in New York City. The stone is a 200-million year old sandstone deposited in a valley formed by the breakup of Pangaea.
[nggallery id=27]I was lucky enough to interview quarry owner Mike Meehan and tour his quarry in 2007, when I was working on my book, Stories in Stone. As I wrote in my book, in 1993, Mike, an ex-coal miner, opened a small quarry on a ledge north of the lake-filled Middlesex/Brainerd quarry. He knew nothing about quarrying brownstone. “Being a coal miner, I was more adept at blowing things up,” said Meehan. “But at the end of the day, I knew I wanted to be small scale and to be making a product.”
Meehan’s first contract was for $25,000 worth of stone for a restoration project at Gallaudet University in Washington, D.C. He quarried the stone and sent it to Barre, Vermont, to be cut. The only local stone the university had been able to get was from old railroad trestles. He eventually acquired what I described as a giant-wire cheese slicer, except that the wire is impregnated with industrial diamonds. This wire travels between two, spinning, vertical wheels mounted about 20 feet apart from each other on a steel frame. By lowering the wheels in tandem up and down on the frame, Meehan lowers the horizontal wire, which cuts into the block of sandstone.
But now Meehan has put the quarry up for sale. He is 63 years old and wants to retire. It is sad day for brownstone and those who love beautiful stone. Thanks Mike for all you did for the stone and keeping the story of brownstone alive.