Thursday, June 22, 2017

Everything Old Is New Again



Real estate clients show up from Brooklyn with huge enthusiasm for this area and absolutely no idea why. That's what happens when an area develops “buzz.” They don't know why it's so great here, but they've heard it is and they're in love before they even get off the Thruway.

My job, as their realtor, is to show them why they're right. They want me to find them a house they can make into a home, but I'm also their advocate for the Hudson Valley. I'm their tour guide.

I grew up here; my dad's family has had a summer cottage in Rosendale for five generations and my family moved to Woodstock when I was nine. I've seen attractions come and go.



The rickety, death-defying trestle bridge over the Rondout Creek in Rosendale that thrilled my cousins and me when we were kids is now a solid, reliable structure. It links to walking trails that replaced the train tracks my grandmother and her parents rode upstate from the Bronx when she was a kid.

The railroad bridge beside the Mid-Hudson Bridge in Highland and Poughkeepsie is now the majestic Walkway Over The Hudson. My dad's favorite Kingston spot, Lawton Park, near Golden Hill on Route 32, is closed.

But some things stay the same: the eerie echoes in the Widow Jane Mine in Rosendale, the ice caves off Binnewater Road, the climbers crawling the rocky face of the 'Gunks, the Mohonk tower above them, the stone walls of the Overlook Mountain House in Woodstock, and the rattlesnakes that nest nearby, just for a few.



Then there are the attractions that have been here forever, but I never knew.

Just last year I discovered Kingston Point Park. I have no idea how I missed it. Blame the dodgey reputation the Rondout area had when I was a kid. That was a very long time ago. Imagine my delight when I wandered through those iron gates late last summer and strolled the paths to discover a beautifully preserved trolley car sitting on the tracks in a misty rain. I honestly thought for a moment that I'd managed to travel back in time. But no, no magic this time. That trolley runs every weekend in the summer.





The year before, I walked the soggy path to the Saugerties Lighthouse for the first time. I've been back several times since.

How about when that Viking ship with its crew of happy, young adventurers docked at the Rondout last year? Or when the Clearwater pulls up to the dock? The daily summer afternoon concerts at the Old Dutch Church in Kingston are worth a mention, too.

I happen to appreciate a good graveyard. Some of my clients do, too. You can't do much better than Kingston's Montrepose Cemetery, designed by landscape architect Calvert Vaux. It's so nice, he's buried there. Nearby Wiltwyck Rural Cemetery also has a real, haunted charm, with the lonely whistle of the occasional freight train adding to the atmosphere.

Sometimes it's not the outside attractions that appeal to newcomers. They want architecture. They want food. They want craft beer. They want music. We've got that covered, too.



I tell them they've got to see a show at BSP in uptown Kingston and try to get a peek at the old vaudeville theatre that hides in the back of the building. Talk about a hidden treasure! And it's a short walk to all of uptown's dining options. It seems there's a new one every day. Kingston City Hall is well worth a visit if you're an architecture fan. Too bad about the old post office up the road on Broadway. It must have been a bit more inspiring than its replacement, Planet Wings.

If they're foodies, I make sure to mention both the CIA, which we all know about, but also the amazing dining opportunities on Main Street in downtown Poughkeepsie. If you haven't checked out what's there, you've missed something. Maybe you can burn off all the calories by walking back across the Walkway to your car.

Breweries we've got. Not only the established favorites, but new ones, like the Suarez Family Brewery in Livingston, or something entirely different, like Kombucha Brooklyn on Route 28. Plus there's the Craft Beer Boogaloo, an annual event for the beer lovers from far and near.

Live music is coming back, too. BSP in Kingston has established itself uptown, but there are lots of smaller and larger venues, with the Colony Cafe in Woodstock just re-joining the list this spring.

There are some truly odd and terrific space reconversions that I point to when I confirm that something is, indeed, happening here. Joe's Garage on Main Street in Catskill is a remarkable reuse of a garage space into an event venue. The old lumberyard there is becoming home to a dance company. Then there's the remarkable Basilica in Hudson, a converted factory space. Kingston's Hutton Brickyard is getting a new life as well.



My experience is that the one thing our new residents aren't terribly interested in is history. They appreciate it, but they aren't excited by it. They want community, connection, and nature. They love old houses, but a day in a museum doesn't seem to hold much appeal. It's an interesting challenge for an area that's always been, let's admit it, a bit snobby about our historical significance.

For our newest would-be residents, the Hudson Valley has no county barriers. Hudson, Catskill, Woodstock, Rhinebeck – it's all the Hudson Valley. All they ask is what there is to do, what there is to see, and how long a trip it is back to the city. Because most of them keep a foot in the city for work. They've got to pay for that upstate house somehow.


First published in hudsonvalleyone.com.  Check them out!



Friday, June 16, 2017

Must Love Pets






I recently met Cujo.

I was showing a home to potential buyers. I'd been told the owners would be taking their dog out of the house while it was shown. They didn't.

I led the potential buyers down the basement steps, and a deep, ominous grumbling began. When the barking started, I almost fell off the steps.

It never stopped. Every time we went anywhere near his or her crate, which was buried in a dimly lit corner, the baleful hound lunged.

You look mighty tasty,” Cujo said. “And no one has fed me my breakfast. For days.”

I couldn't tell you if it was a he or a she. We didn't dare look too closely.

The buyers felt sorry for the snarling beast and so did I. He or she was probably scared to see strangers poking around its house. But it sure didn't help the buyers picture themselves living there.

It did, however, hurry us up.

Pets are a touchy subject these days. We don't own our pets anymore. That's not enlightened. We are “pet parents.”

Pet parents brag about their four legged child's irrepressible personality. They assume everyone will enjoy their little darling.



One client who wanted to sell her home had a hyperactive, stressed-out, little dog who leaped into the air and yipped, non-stop, for every single showing. No one could talk. The dog monopolized our attention.

The house finally sold while they were away on vacation with Little Yipper.

Good pet parents take their pets with them everywhere they go.

One woman carried her dog in her pocketbook. It growled in every house she looked at.

Poppy doesn't like this one,” she told me.

Poppy was very difficult to please.

Another couple brought their adorable young dog to every appointment. After several hours trapped in a car on the New York State Thruway, Bouncy couldn't wait to get out of the car, race in circles and then take off into the woods.

Bouncy came back eventually.

Yet another couple had three very lively Border Collies.

They threw open the car doors and invited them into every house they looked at. It didn't occur to them that the owners might have had pets of their own, animals who might not welcome the bumptious intruders. Not to mention the trail of dirty paw prints on a just-cleaned floor.

They'll have to live here, too,” the dogs' parents explained.

The look I got, from owners and dogs, when I suggested that the dogs stay outside, could have melted wax.

There are cats who try to escape every time an exterior door is opened.



I nearly had a heart attack as I started to say, “Watch out for the...” and the family cat materialized out of nowhere and bolted for freedom. Fortunately, Kitty didn't run quickly enough.

There are houses that smell so strongly of the animals who live there that I suspect nothing short of demolition will banish the funk.

But don't get me wrong. It's not all horrible.

Sometimes the family pet is one of the best things about a house. There are few things more enjoyable than watching a merry beagle race around in circles at the sound of her name. A sweet old cat on a bed or a calm dog looking for a little affection are pluses, in my opinion.

I like animals. I really do. But I have to admit it: overall, animals and real estate don't mix.

In case you're wondering, my dog stays home. She gets carsick.



(Previously published in Ulster Publishing - check them out at https://hudsonvalleyone.com!)