How to Embarrass a Beautiful Old Radiator

In this episode, Dan Holohan takes us to a seaside Victorian estate and meets a beautiful old radiator with tears in its eyes.


Episode Transcript

If radiators could talk, I think many of them would tell us they don't get no respect, just like Rodney Dangerfield never did. I was thinking about this one long-ago day in July, while The Lovely Marianne and I were sitting on the porch in beautiful Cape May, New Jersey. We've been driving down to Exit 0 on the Garden State Parkway for nearly 50 years. We love Cape May because time moves more slowly in that Victorian city by the sea. It's true.

It was about 90 degrees and humid that day, but Marianne decided that she just had to see this stained-glass exhibition at the Carriage House, which is on the grounds of the Emlen Physick estate, a place we knew well, so off we slogged.

There are hundreds of Victorian cottages in Cape May, and most of them are fully restored and prettier than prom queens. I think Emlen Physick's place, which they put together like a gingerbread house in 1879, is the best one of all. Emlen graduated from medical school back in the day, and immediately managed to inherit a ton of money, so he just sat on his porch and never practiced medicine. He also never married. He lived out the rest of his days just rattling around the mansion with his mom and his spinster aunt. 

When he became a Dead Man, Emlen's cousins took over the place and lived there for many years. The mansion eventually passed into the hands of a construction company. These folks wanted to turn the place into a fancy restaurant, but the city didn't approve of that, so the construction folks got frustrated and decided to bulldoze the mansion and build tract housing over the hole. This happened around 1970.

Cape May was seeing some tough times in the '70s, but the folks who lived in that summer city by the sea realized that if they let the bulldozers roll over Emlen’s house, there was no telling where that would stop, so they formed an organization and eventually got the city to buy the house from the developers. That led to the restoration of the rest of the old Victorians, and thanks to them, we now have this gem of a city down at the very bottom of New Jersey’s sandy foot. Exit Zero. The whole place is a National Historic Landmark. Only two other places in America hold that distinction – Alamo, Texas, and Williamsburg, Virginia. Pretty cool, eh?

You can tour the Physick estate for just a few bucks, and on one of our early visits to Cape May, that's just what Marianne and I did. A lovely woman guided us and a dozen others through the estate and pointed out every detail about the furniture, and the wallpaper, the gaslights, and the rugs, the beds, the family’s eating habits, and everything else you can imagine Except for the heating system Which was all that I was imagining. I’m sure you understand.

Our guide mentioned only that when Dr. Physick had his house built in 1879, he went to the trouble of having a central heating system installed. “And here it is!” she said, pointing to a cast-iron column radiator made by the Bundy company. I drooled.

The guide showed us quilts, and photographs, and mantelpieces, and tiles, and bathtubs, and even a crucifix made from the hair of a dead person. She carried on and on, but had nothing further to say about the gravity-hot-water heating system. By the end of our tour, as she was shoving us into their gift shop, I could stand it no longer. “Would it be possible for me to see the basement?” I asked.

“Why?” she said.

“Because I’m in love with old heating systems. I need to see what’s attached to the other end of those radiators.”

“Oh,” she said. “I’m sorry, but you would be disappointed. There’s nothing down in the basement anymore. The workmen ripped out all of it years ago. There are only shelves for storage. Everything is clean and painted white now.”

“Well, how do you heat the house nowadays?” I asked.

“With gas,” she said.

“No, I mean what sort of heating system do you have?” I hadn’t seen anything other than the radiators, and now that she told me they weren’t attached to ancient pipes, I was starting to think that maybe they did something with staple-up radiant. Or whatever. “Not the fuel,” I said. “I meant the system. What type of system is it?”

“It’s gas,” she said, trying her best to close the door and leave me in the gift shop with the rest of the tourists.

“But,” I carried on, “I saw indirect heater ducts in the second-floor bedrooms. I’m sure Dr. Physick had the architect figure on those because he wanted lots of fresh air. There would have been huge, cast-iron heaters hanging in the basement. The fresh air would have passed over those heaters on its way upstairs. He would have done this because Harriet Beecher Stowe was running around the county in those days, warning people about the dangers of being in a closed room with those gaslights.” I pointed up at the gasolier. She looked up at it too, a bit more interested now.

I forged on. “There was a man named Lewis Leeds, who traveled with Harriet. He was in charge of heating hospitals during the Civil War and everyone in the country believed him, and Harriet, too, of course. They talked about the 'National Poison,' which was the vitiated air inside these houses. There wasn’t enough ventilation, and they thought that was why so many of the children were dying back then. They were probably right. That crucifix made from the human hair may have come from one of those dead children. Now, can’t I please go to the basement?”

“No,” she said.

And that was that. I never got to poke around down there.

So there we were, many years later, in the Carriage House, looking at beautiful photographs of stained-glass windows from around the city, along with a few actual windows, and that's when I noticed the radiator that got no respect.

It hugged the far wall, like an old, beaten dog. It had lovely scrolling and once carried steam to warm the people who drove the carriages. I knew it was a steam radiator because each section connected only across the bottom. Steam is lighter than air, and will rise to the top of an old, column radiator such as this one. Hot-water radiators have push nipples across both the lower and upper portions of each radiator section. That's to ensure good circulation across the entire surface of the radiator. They also used hot-water radiators on steam systems, but the one in the Carriage House was definitely of the steam-only variety.

But someone had abused this radiator so that it could run on hot water. From one side to the other of this beautiful and noble old radiator, screws sprouted like pimples on prom night, looking as ugly as mortal sin.

"Oh, the horror!" I said to Marianne.

"You're ridiculous," she said.

"And look at the pipe work!"

The butcher who violated this radiator had run twisted, dirty, copper tubing from here to there, with no concern whatsoever for plumb lines, levels, or the art that is heating, and with no respect at all for that once-beautiful, old radiator. Not only was it drilled to death, it also had to be in the same room with that twisted copper and the dog-balled solder fittings. Solder dripped like snot from those fittings and it made me want to cry.

"It's so sad," I said. "So terribly sad."

"Why don't you look at the stained glass," Marianne said.

"Look at that stop valve!" I pleaded, pointing to the ugly thing. "No handle, a bent stem and it's leaking water onto the floor. It's not even old and it's killing the wood. “They show so much respect for colored glass, yet so little respect for this Victorian, cast-iron beauty that has warmed many souls for more than a century."

The Lovely Marianne rolled her eyes and walked off to the gift shop.

I touched the old radiator on its shoulder. "I'm sorry for you," I said. “I’m so sorry.”

It wept another tear onto the wooden floor, and it would have nodded if it could. I know it would. No respect. No respect at all.

I wish you were with us that day. But since you couldn’t make it, I hope you enjoyed this tale. And if you did, please share it with your friends. And please subscribe to this podcast if you haven’t already. I have many more Dead Men Tales for you, and I’m looking forward to the next time we get together. Thanks for listening. And if you ever get to Cape May, that beautiful summer city by the sea. Stop in and visit that crying radiator. It needs all the friends it can get.

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