The pisag [sic] forest has cost VANDERBILT something like $250,000, or about $2.50 an acre. He has brought it in great or small tracts as rapidly as possible, and now his rangers are the only denizens. There are five of them, all picked men of the mountains, of fine physique, good riders and dead shots. They must keep open the roads and trails, see that the boundary fence, 300 miles in length, is all right; keep out poachers, look after the game and the trout and always be on the alert for timber stealers. There are 265 miles of trail in this forest, the trails leading alongside each trout stream. There are 70 miles of road passable for wagon. There are miles of shooting paths, the latter 15 feet in width and cut out right and left from the roads. When deer are driven they must cross these paths, and by means of the latter alone can the hunter see them in time to get a shot.
Though Mr. VANDERBILT is not a sportsman, but a student, yet all things are kept ready for him. His pleasure is the pleasure of others. On his last visit he only caught one trout, nor did he fire a gun. His wife was with him. She is a good horsewoman and rode a pony up and down the steepest trails. Under protection native trout are rapidly restocking the streams without artificial propagation.
At Biltmore Mr. VANDERBILT has an arboretum, one of the largest in the world, and the pioneer in the United States. This was formerly under the direction of Gifford PINCHOT, who is at present head forester of the United States; it is now under the direction of Dr. SCHENCK as forester. In this arboretum more than 300,000 trees and shrubs have been planted. Pisgah forest is the complement of the arboretum, and in these wild woods Dr. SCHENCK has a lodge where he spends much of each summer with his class. In the latter are often youths of wealth and high social position who wish to study forestry – a study which the United States needs, since so many millionaires are daily devoting themselves to the task of forest destruction and so few to conservation.
Source: Roanoke Beacon, 31 August 1900. Available online at digitalnc.org.
Today, March 27, is the birthday of the Commodore. I found several articles about his birthday celebrations and decided to share this one from his 82nd birthday, his last.
On Friday, Commodore Vanderbilt was feeling extremely well, but, yesterday morning, there was a slight change for the worse. Toward evening he was feeling much better, and enjoyed a long nap. Yesterday was the 82nd birthday of Mr. Vanderbilt. A few intimate friends of the family called and several floral tributes were presented to him, with hopes that he might soon be once more seen driving in the Central Park — [N.Y. World].
Source: Cincinatti Daily Times, May 30, 1876.
On April 20, 1940, Mrs. Anne Harriman Vanderbilt, wife of William Kissam Vanderbilt, passed away in New York. Vanderbilt was her third husband – she’d previously been married to Samuel Sands and Lewis Rutherford Jr.
Anne and William were married April 29, 1903. I found a photo of her in a New York newspaper, The Evening World.
I also one day, while doing some research in a Tennessee newspaper, just happened upon her obituary.
Tennessean newspaper – April 21, 1940.
Today is the 87th birthday of John George Vanderbilt Henry Spencer-Churchill, the 11th Duke of Marlborough. He is the grandson of Conseulo Vanderbilt.
1987 photo from Wikipedia
Tonight, I’m watching the History Channel documentary – The Men Who Built America. Specifically, the episode discussing Cornelius Vanderbilt. It has been interesting to watch and I’ve learned quite a bit more about Vanderbilt. Click on the picture below to get to a short video clip.
For the full video you’d have to purchase it, but you can also look for it at a local library. It’s worth a watch!
From the July 6, 1900 issue of the Roanoke Beacon Newspaper of Plymouth, NC.
George W. VANDERBILT is contemplating the erection of a handsome inn at Biltmore on the plaza near the office of the estate.
Today while at work, I heard a commotion outside my office window – heard clapping. I looked out and saw a crowd. Since I’ve just joined Instagram I’ve got picture-taking on my mind, so I took one.
Turns out it was for National Walking Day and a group had convened in front of the library to begin a 20-minute walk.
It was only after I took the picture when I realized that the Commodore mascot was in it. How fun! If I’d known he was going to be there, I may have walked :-)