In this way the Inwood African burial ground spotlights power and the people it crushes. Their remains were tossed away without regard after death. These people served as slaves – oppressed in life. This horrific act marks the intersection between past and present. That was when their remains got tossed without record. Not even a marker to show they mattered.Īuthorities again dismissed them in 1903. Even in burial, these people got the shaft. Their Inwood location indicates the remains were likely residents of the Dyckman Farmhouse community. Then, in 1903 construction workers discovered an enslaved African burial ground. After all, along with most of upper manhattan, the Dyckmans owned slaves. It’s no longer the legacy of only white landowners. His work Ground Revision illuminates the family story for today. Peter Hoffmeister creates poignant art to provoke fresh perspectives on Dyckman History. It’s been kept from too many and for far too long. Discovered years before, this burial ground remains a sacred secret. This desecrated grave site lies near the farmhouse under a school parking lot. It focuses on the Inwood slave burial ground. Their Ground Revision exhibit explores power and the powerless in the community. In fact, the farm’s art program shines a Dyckman brand spotlight even beyond that. Thanks to this historic museum, we’re still uncovering the Dyckman impact on New York City. Dyckman Farmhouse thus continues to serve the public in perpetuity. This family team crafted a lasting and poignant museum. Wed to an architect and Dean of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, they were well-suited to the project. In 1915 Mary Alice Dyckman Dean and Fannie Frederika Dyckman Welch bought the l andmark. But not to fret, Dyckman resilience soon triumphed.
This stayed in the family until they sold it in 1871.įorty four years passed with the house serving as a rental property and inn. Step one, the Dyckmans constructed that current farmhouse. Determined to prevail, he then started over. Jan’s grandson William Dyckman returned home after British evacuation to mere ashes and memories. The current Dyckman Farmhouse wasn’t built until after the war, though. By the time of the Revolutionary War, if venturing far uptown, you stood upon Dyckman land. They married into the Nagle family and thus doubled their property. So, the Dyckmans used the same strategy uptown that the Lefferts did in Brooklyn. Jan’s original lots of land sat astride the Nagle family’s large land holdings. Thus, today we get off the train at Broadway and 207th to greet the Dyckman Street Station. He purchased large lots of land around what’s now 207th street. Apparently, his waistcoats were stuffed with cash. After all, Jan Dyckman came to Manhattan in the 1660s. The name Dyckman signifies “New Amsterdam” for good reason. Cramped quarters always seem to define NYC, even in this prosperous family. That’s because at one point fourteen kids stayed in the tiny upstairs area. Such a vast Dyckman lot’s pretty ironic, though. At one point the family farm covered most of upper Manhattan. The family’s impact resonates with more than a subway stop and street name. Best thing about Dyckman Farmhouse Museum lies in this play between past and present.
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