Walkabout with Montrose: What's in a Name?
As American cities in the late 1800’s became more crowded, the middle and upper class, multi-unit apartment building was born. Up until that time, the private house was the preferred dwelling for anyone with means. Only the very poor lived together with strangers in tenements. These new apartment buildings were opulent and spacious, providing all…

As American cities in the late 1800’s became more crowded, the middle and upper class, multi-unit apartment building was born. Up until that time, the private house was the preferred dwelling for anyone with means. Only the very poor lived together with strangers in tenements.
These new apartment buildings were opulent and spacious, providing all the amenities of a private house, along with fine lobbies and public spaces. Residential hotels also provided the same, with added dining and service amenities.
As there were always bragging rights in living on certain streets, it soon became fashionable to live in a certain building. If that building had a name with some gravitas, or exotic cachet, all the better. This trend continued into the 20th century, and is still heartily practiced today.
How much more impressive to say I live at the Vendome, the Park Lane, the Griffin, the Royal Castle Apartments, or the Traymore. Please meet me at the Grosvenor, the Montauk, or the Bedfordshire. Mrs. Smith resides at the Alhambra, the Imperial, or the Rennaissance.
Names became marketing tools, and as upper class apartment buildings grew in popularity, more and more of them were named. This fact was not lost on those building for those of lesser means.
Thousands of smaller apartment buildings built for the middle classes also have names. Some sport grand names like the Regina, Haddon Court, or the Delfina, some are practically named for their location: an apartment building across from Brower Park is called Brower Court.
At least half of named buildings are proper names, which tend to be in two categories: famous or inspirational names, and family and personal names. In just walking around Brooklyn, I’ve noticed lots of buildings named for presidents The Roosevelt Arms, the Washington, the Jefferson, and the Woodrow Wilson.
It seems that many developers and builders named their buildings after loved ones, perhaps a child, a spouse or a parent. So we see the Paul, Babette, Esther, Lillianette, Randolph, and many more, especially on buildings with middle class flats.
Many architects and developers named their apartment buildings and residential hotels after themselves. Yes, there was once The Montrose. It used to stand on the corner of Hoyt and State Streets.
Part of the impressiveness of these buildings is in noticing the fanciful fonts, massive lettering and carvings, and ornate signage that proclaims that you have arrived. I’ve collected a very small sampling of some of the wonderful names and signage that is all over Brooklyn.
If you know of some great named buildings, especially with great signage, please comment with an address. We’ll definitely be revisiting, as the surface of this fun topic has only been scratched.
[Photos by Suzanne Spellen]
Very interesting post, Montrose!
Ironically, a lot of the New York City Housing Authority’s Projects carry lofty names as well – Louis Armstrong, Marcus Garvey, Langston Hughes, John Hyland to name a few. Undoubtedly, the intentions behind the names were similar to what Montrose describes above.
Brings to mind the lyrics by songstress Erykah Badu, in her song AD 2000:
“No you won’t be naming no buildings after me.
To go down, dilapidated.
No you won’t be naming no buildings after me.
My name would be misstated.
Surely.”
“My “mission”, such as it is, is to point out the beauty, the uniqueness of what we all walk past every day”
And you’re doing an amazing job at it Montrose! Love the write-ups.
More of ’em here
http://www.forgotten-ny.com/SIGNS/apartmentnames/housenames.html
I like it! Nice job. 🙂 Ignore the what, I think that is his/her worst punishment. heh.
And then, on the other hand………
I just got Airsick!!
*** The What hurls chunks****
The What
Someday this war is gonna end…
What, still gotcha.
I was hired to write about the fine architecture and history of our neighborhoods. My “mission”, such as it is, is to point out the beauty, the uniqueness of what we all walk past every day, and impart a bit of history which may or may not be common knowledge to most readers here, especially about neighborhoods not as well known to most. That was one of the original pursuits of Brownstoner, in its early days, and is as important, at least to me, as more weighty issues of class, race, and housing, which are discussed here ad infinitum, and often ad nauseum.
To do this, I spend a lot of time walking around as many neighborhoods my work schedule allows, taking photos, and a great deal of time, more than needed for a short article, reading books and investigating on line the histories, architects, building practices and general architectural and historical information needed to say something factual and of value. I hope I have succeeded.
I think your ideas have merit, but I’m not the person to investigate them. Perhaps you should, I would actually like to read what you have to say when you’re not ranting, as you have a lot of knowledge and insight being obscured by your need to mask it in an insane persona. I’ll be more than happy to comment, and make my opinions known.
I proclaim that I am a pround Brooklynite but I dismiss everything that puts Brooklyn, specifically the underappreciated neighborhoods of Crown Heights and Bedford Stuyvesant, in a good light.
I want to put up a sign (done in a lovely Celtic style calligraphic font) that proclaims Sainted Tenant Abode. But my Great EVLL won’t let me 🙁