Showing posts with label The Statler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Statler. Show all posts

Monday, April 9, 2012

Darlinghurst Blog: Churches: St John's Anglican Church

How many times have you walked past St John's Anglican Church in your lifetime? One hundred times, 1,000 times, 10,000; for me I'd guess about 1,500 times. 
Located on one of the highest points of the hood, the church became a landmark in Darlinghurst after it opened for "divine worship" on Easter Sunday, April 4, 1858 - 154 years ago.
Designed by Gould and Hilling and made from soft Hawkesbury sandstone, it was built for the wealthy residents that lived along the ridge.
They weren't happy however, with the finished design, and in the 1870s Edmund Blacket was enlisted to design the tower and spire, which made it even more famous.


After the spire was built in 1873, the church was known across the harbour and became a distinct feature of the Sydney skyline, and could be seen from ships as they entered through the heads into Sydney Harbour.
Even today, the 139-year-old spire's presence can be felt across the neighbourhood: I can see the 43-metres high tower when I am walking along Nimrod Street, Craigend Street, from afar as Macquarie Street, and even when I am flying over Sydney in a plane.
But while I have long loved, and taken comfort from, the exterior of St John's, I had never once set foot inside - until one balmy weekend about three weeks ago.


I don't know what compelled me inside. I wasn't seeking any spiritual succour; perhaps I was just bored and looking for something to pass the time, and I love being a tourist in my own neighbourhood.


Fortunately, near the entrance, just past Blacket's bell tower, there was a collection of pamphlets, including one entitled, "A 10-minute Tour". 
I picked one up and stepped back to the tower section as instructed on the pamphlet: "Start your tour here".
There I learned that the first bell in the tower was from the Dunbar, a ship that wrecked at Sydney Heads on August 20, 1857, killing all 121 people on board.


The Dunbar bell is still there, but no longer rings the start of Sunday service, that duty is instead left to the tubular bells that were cast by Harringtons of Coventry, England, in the 1880s and installed in the tower in 1889.


The wreck of the Dunbar must have had a huge impact on Sydney at the time, and obviously Darlinghurst, too, for on the southern wall of the church is a marble Dunbar memorial (above), which was placed by Charles and Mary Logan, who lost their three children on the ship.


On the western wall I was fascinated to find this shiny brass memorial to Wilfred Lawrence Docker, who lived across the road in The Statler, and who I wrote about here.


One of the larger memorials is also, to me, the creepiest. 
It is a baptismal font in memory of Emma Holdsworth, who died aged five in 1877. 
I don't know why anyone would want to baptise their baby at a memorial for a dead child.
But churches are strange like that. 


Obviously, one of the highlights of being inside a church is the ability to admire the stained glass windows that can't be appreciated from the outside. 
The "10-minute Tour" flier sheds little light on the origin or artist behind the glass-work, and instead has a simple description of what is depicted on each window. 
For example, "These depict Jesus as a child in the temple, carrying the cross and ascending to heaven".


For a more comprehensive history - that lasts longer than 10-minutes - it's probably best to read Paul Egan's Serving the Cross, St John's Darlinghurst, A short history, which can be purchased from the church through an honesty box.
I had a flick through the pages and it seems to be a thoroughly researched history of the church and its congregations over the years.


The church is laid out in cruciform, that is, it is shaped like a cross, with side extensions or "transepts" from the central area - known as the "nave" - where the congregation sits.


At the head of the church, behind the pulpit is the chancel, which is home to "the table" and a  "beautifully executed" mosaic tile floor.


The window behind the chancel was erected in 1888 and depicts the fishes and the loaves bible story, when Jesus miraculously fed 5,000 hungry people from five loaves of bread and two fish. 
The window cost 500 guineas, was made by Messrs Shrigley and Hunt of Lancaster, England, under the instruction of architect John Sulman and was donated to the church by William Edward Sparke of St Monans, Elizabeth Bay, in memory of his parents.
Sparke once owned Maramanah, which was located where Fitzroy Gardens in Kings Cross is today, and was responsible for giving the mansion its name.


Beneath the stained glass window is this amazing reredos, or alter piece, which is intricately carved from sandstone. I have never seen sandstone carving with such minute detail. It's astounding. And was donated to the church by Frederick Tooth, of Kent Brewery fame, as a memorial to his wife, Jane Tooth.


I was less impressed by the pulpit, which looks a bit over the top with its painted white stone, rounded staircase and red carpet. It doesn't really suit the rest of the church, despite being designed in 1886 by the Blacket brothers, Cyril and Arthur, who also helped their Papa out on the tower and spire.
The pulpit is dedicated to the memory of the first rector of the parish, Thomas Hayden (1856-1882) and its carvings depict gospel scenes. 
I suspect its hideousness owes a great deal to whoever chose to paint the stone white. Perhaps the church could employ a heritage restorer to remove the white paint, but I suppose there are more important things to spend money on.


Finally, there is the organ chamber, which is located on the southern wall of the chancel, a short distance from the organ console - where the organist sits and plays - in the north transept.
Do you like all this church lingo?
Anyway, the organ chamber was built 127 years ago by William Hill and Son and was first played at the church the following year, on August 26, 1886.
It was restored in 1998 and when I entered the church was being played solemnly; its spooky, morbid sounds echoing in the 43-metres high ceiling and adding a distinct religious feeling to my tour.



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St John's Anglican Church
120 Darlinghurst Road
Darlinghurst NSW 2010
02 9360 6844

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Darlinghurst Blog: Apartment Buildings: The Statler and The Hopes

This photograph, taken in 1964, is an absolute gem. Not just because it is a rare historical photograph of The Statler and The Hopes apartment buildings on Darlinghurst Road, but because there is a personal story behind it.
It was sent to me by a woman named Barbara, who lived in the house, from her birth in 1951, to her marriage in 1969.
The car parked out the front belonged to Barbara's father.
"I still have memories of waiting at the bus stop outside the flats, for the 312 to take me to school at St Vincents College," Barbara writes.
"I remember the coke man delivering coke to the cokehouse out the back and stoking the boiler, and the ice man delivered blocks of ice to each flats' door, where it stood in a puddle until you brought it in and put it in the ice-chest. 
"We've come a long way since then."


These days, the grandeur of the twin buildings (The Statler on the left and the The Hopes on the right), is obscured by trees, and passing by you would rarely notice the intricate details of these 19th century buildings, which were once grand homes belonging to the Docker family. 


This 1935 historical photograph (above) looks north down Darlinghurst Road, with St John's Church on the right.
To the left, you can see the chimneys of The Statler and The Hopes, and perhaps, just faintly, you can see the whisper of an outline of the decorative metal finials atop the building, which are still there today.


Barbara's parents moved from a hotel on Oxford Street, to The Statler in 1948.
"Growing up I had heard rumours that it used to be the home of one of the 'hanging court judges'," Barbara writes. 
"Recently my husband and I noted one of the real estate agents advertised it as having been built as a home for the sisters at Saint Vincent's Hospital, however the inside indicates that it was built as a large private home.
"From our research to date it seems that The Statler and The Hopes, next door, were built as homes at the same time around 1880, after the southern end of Darlinghurst road was redefined. 
"The Hopes appears to have always been the Hopes, then 99 Darlinghurst Road (now 251-255 Darlinghurst Road). 
"The Statler was originally 'Nyrambla', and 101 Darlinghurst Road (now 257-261 Darlinghurst Road).
"Both were owned initially by the Docker family."


"Nyrambla (now The Statler) was owned by Wilfrid Lawerence Docker (1848-1919; above) and his wife Ada Mary Lord (1851-1917), who married in 1875 and by 1882 were living at the house," Barbara writes.
"It seems they had no children. He was a banker and accountant, and both were very strong members of the St John's Church community. 
"One of the Houses at SCEGGS was named after Wilfrid, who was first treasurer of the School Council (1895–1919)."
"The Hopes was owned by his brother Arthur Docker."
The excellent Trove website backs up Barbara's research and sheds even more light on the Docker family. Firstly, it seems that Arthur was based in England, so perhaps let out The Hopes to another family. 
Secondly, I think Wilfrid and Ada moved into Nyrambla in 1884, because in July of that year there was an advertisement in the Sydney Morning Herald for a clearance sale at Nyrambla, "the residence of Mr George Mair and former residence of Mr Charles Fairfax".


There was also another Docker brother called Edward Hay, who was an orchardist based in Parramatta.
But the big wig among the four Docker brothers was Ernest Brougham Docker (above), who was a District Court Judge for 38 years until his retirement in 1918. This photograph was taken in 1909 by pioneering photographer Harold Cazneaux. 
Judge Docker lived at Elizabeth Bay until his death in August 1923. His funeral was held at St John's Church and a report of the event, and tributes to him, were published in the Sydney Morning Herald. 
The "Girls' Friendly Society" mourned his loss and according to the Herald, "earnestly prayed that his great example might inspire younger men".
Judge Docker was also an amateur photographer and the State Library of NSW has in its collection, an album of photographs taken by the judge and his father, Joseph Docker MLC (1801-1884), who held the positions of Postmaster-General and Minister of Justice in the NSW Government. 


Back at The Statler and The Hopes . . . after Wilfrid's death in 1919, both Nyrambla and The Hopes were converted into flats. 
Barbara delved into the rate assessment books and found that by 1930, The Hopes was being called St Pancras flats, while in 1945 and 1948 it was known as Fernleigh.
I can find no trace in Trove of either of these names in Darlinghurst, but I did find St Pancras mentioned in this old City Surveyor's map, which I came across at the City of Sydney Archives a year or so ago.


It clearly shows St Pancras sitting at the rear of The Hopes. I suspect it was an addition that was put on in the 1920s or 30s, which formed this courtyard (below):


St Pancras would be the one with the blue door, while the early-Victorian era The Hopes is the cream building on the left (picture from a Richardson and Wrench Bondi Junction advertisement). 


The two buildings had a colourful owner in the 1930s: Samuel Curotta, a Sydney man who made "large sums of money" through city and suburban property deals.
Curotta was raking in 109 Pounds a week through rent at The Hopes, and probably just as much from The Statler. He also owned the Omrah Private Hospital, just down the road on the corner of Farrell Avenue (now the Altamont Hotel):


According to the Sydney Morning Herald, Curotta appeared before the Registrar in Bankruptcy in August 1933, with secured debts of over 30,000 Pounds and unsecured liabilities of 7,546 Pounds.
His estate was valued at 143,750 Pounds, so he wasn't in too much trouble, but he did have to explain the reason why he had 2000 Pounds stashed in a locker at his home. 
"Making money was no trouble to us," Mr Curotta said.
"My position was good, but the banks were crook."

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SOURCES:
Barbara, former resident of The Statler