The Portals of the Past
By ROBERT O'BRIEN
When I came across a description of the house, I seized upon it and copied
it, because I had been looking for it for a. long time. Until then, I had seen
the Portals of the Past beside Lloyd Lake in Golden Gate Park, and had known
they were all that was left of a Nob Bill mansion after the earthquake and fire,
but I had never been able to find out what the rest of the house looked like.
To begin at the beginning, the house was built in 1891 on the southwest corner
of Callfornia and Taylor streets by Alban N. Towne, and it was No. 1101
There was a curious coincidence in the life of Towne. He was born in Charleston,
Mass., August 8, 1829, the day the "Stourbridge Lion" made her trial run at
Honesdale, Penn. "The Stourbridge Lion" was a locomotive built at Stourbridge,
England, for the Delaware and Hudson Canal 幸运彩app最新下载网址, and that trial run was the
first test of a railway engine in the United States. Towne always felt there was
something prophetic about it, because he spent his entire life, from the age of
26 on, in the railroad business. Starting out as a brakeman on the Chicago,
Burlington and Quincy, he worked his way up to the office of assistant
superintendent of the road. In 1869, the year the Golden Spike was driven, he
became general superintendent of the Central Pacific.
When he was having his many-roomed mansion built on Nob Hill, along with the
railroad barons and the Comstock bonanza kings, he was the Southern Pacific's
second vice-president and general manager. Additionally, he owned some 30,000
acres of California land (much of it in the San Joaquin valley), and was worth
somewhere between $500,000 and $1,000,000.
Towne did not live on Nob Hill very long. In 1896, less than four years after
his house was finished, he suffered a heart attack and died almost instantly.
Until a special funeral boat (the steamer Newark) carried him across the bay for
his burial in Mountain View Cemetery, flags were at half-staff at alI points on
the Southern Pacific road.
The house he built. there on the corner overlooking the city was regarded, it
seems, as the West's best example of what was known as the "Bryn Mawr" style of
architecture. The style was inspired by the English building at the Philadelphia
Centennial Exposition of 1876, and had been extensively copied by Pennsylvania
railroad architects when they designed the Philadelphia suburb of Bryn Mawr
shortly after the exposition. Subsequently, other Eastern communities adopted
the style for their fashionable suburbs. The results were what connoisseurs of
the times termed collections of “high art villas.”
With the passing of two decades, however, the style had become corrupted to the
point where it was scoffingly referred to as “crazy patchwork” architecture, or
"the red-and-yellow craze."• But the Towne house on Nob Hill, it may be assumed,
represented only the cream of the Bryn Mawr design, which means, by contemporary
taste, that it was only slightly less appallingly atrocious than it might have
been. Monstrous, yes, but in a genteel and solid sort of way.
Faithfully, it embodied in its two and-one-haIf stories the best canons of the
Bryn Mawr school: "Honest simplicity in materials-that is real brick, real wood,
real stone, with no shams, no disguising paint or plaster. Let everything be of
some real, visible use. After utility, strive for the picturesque."
The finished product was an elegant study in buff, ecru and cream, whose most
striking feature at first glance was the six white marble Ionic columns of the
Greek portico framing the front door. This portico, it was freely admitted, was
a courageous departure from traditional Bryn Mawr principles. "Perhaps,"
explained the writer of the period, “the particular reason tor the use of this
portico is that it is the only one of its kind in San Francisco."
The first story of the house was of a yellowish, golden brick. The second story
was faced with buff-colored boards. Above that was a cornice of cream - white
wood carved with a conventional wreath design, and the cornice was surmounted by
a white railing, above which rose a sharply pitched roof of ecru-colored
shingles. The roof was broken by several dormer windows, which had eagles carved
In their gables. Over the roof towered four massive chimneys of a reddish-yellow
There were other details of note: Two stained glass windows, one over the
portico with disc panes, and another larger one with “quaint ellipses and
bull's-eyes.” The first-floor brick wall, incidentally, was decorated by running
bands of carving, which, to Towne and his friends, suggested exquisitely
fashioned embroidery. Over a corner door in the west wall of the house was
another portico shell shaped. “This,” opined the writer, is pre-Revolutionary
style and might have been copied bodily from some of the old country mansions of
for the interior, it was a pleasing combination of "honest simplicity" and
"artistic elegance." Wherever carved. wood appeared, it was in low relief only.
Fixtures for the open fireplaces included onyx and marble mantels and tongs and
andirons of discreet oxidized silver.
The cost of the building was $80,000, which was a respectable price in those
days, but which now, of course, is merely trivial.
The house stood there for 15 years, and then, along with the mansions of the
Huntingtons, the Crockers, the Hopkins and the Stanfords, was destroyed, the
disaster leaving nothing standing but the white marble portico. San Franciscans,
sensing that It symbolized an era that had also died, moved it to Lloyd lake,
where it gleams white and graceful and lonely upon the far shore.
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Now, upon the corner where it once stood, is a gasoline station, with the
busy California street cars going by all day and Grace Cathedral and little
Huntington Park across the way.
September 8, 1948
San Francisco Chronicle
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