Revisionist history is a very amusing thing. And I know about this newsletter topic because for one thing the wedding ceremony was at my church when we lived on the Main Line, St. John Vianney in Gladwyne, PA.
This wedding happened only a few short years after we moved to the Main Line.
I also remember being in the Superfresh / A & P parking lot the day of the wedding when they were coming out of the church. And we weren’t waiting there to see Kennedys. We had been grocery shopping.
One of the things I also remember from the gossip around town leading up to the wedding is the bride’s family didn’t want a Catholic church wedding , but Ethel Kennedy insisted. The ultimate irony there is when the couple divorced not so long after children were produced, the soon to be ex-Mrs. Joseph Kennedy had to go through an annulment, so the precious Kennedy ex-husband could remarry again in the Catholic Church. Which, of course technically made their children illegitimate in the eyes of the Catholic Church , but details details.
If you were local, and there that day or breathing, everyone also remembers the other fun fact the Willows missed. Jackie Kennedy Onassis used the bathroom in the gas station across the street. She is still the best remembered part of that wedding. That woman had incredible grace and style.
Now we were all JFK fans in my family, but the other guests that everybody squealed over which cracked me up back then was Senator Teddy Kennedy, who went through life with a pig boy reputation… and that incident in Chappaquiddick.
No, my family was never Teddy Kennedy aficionados primarily because he pushed me off a set of steps at the Catholic something Society, maybe Historical Society. It was on South 4th Street a few doors away from the home I was born in when he was trying to run for president. I was a very little girl and I had an autograph book, and I wanted his autograph. Only as a little kid I was like a fly to be brushed off, literally down a short set of marble stairs in front of the house.
So back to the wedding. The rehearsal dinner was held at The Willows. Steve Poses who ran the Frog/Commissary did the catering. The other Main Line scuttlebutt back then was kind of how messy the Kennedy family was? At the Willows supposedly and also supposedly the old Saint David’s Inn now Radnor Hotel? I have no idea exactly what messy meant, unless it was a polite euphemism back in the day, for they were party animals, perhaps?
(Please note, I’m using the word supposedly because obviously as a fairly newly minted teenager back then I wasn’t there. But this was the open gossip up and down the Main Line after that wedding that lasted years. And there was plenty of other swirling tea surrounding these nuptials.)
So while this is being pimped out to impress future brides, and in my opinion the Willows is desperately trying to stay afloat, this event really isn’t remembered with rose colored glasses. It’s more like the old curiosity shop, and the year there was a Kennedy relative wedding in Gladwyne. Most people had forgotten about the Willows truthfully, and that simply is because it was the rehearsal dinner location, not the wedding reception spot.
And I love the Willows don’t misunderstand me. It’s a magical property, but Rose Garland, which is what the house is really named, was designed by my friend’s grandfather, Charles Barton Keen. And this has never been other than a house. It’s definitely not a mansion.
It’s OK that it’s not a mansion. When it was built, it was a house built in the California style. And once upon a time I was acquainted with Zantzingers as well, so I kind of do know the history.
And when Radnor Township acquired the property in 1973, it was through an act of eminent domain. Nobody likes to talk about that fact. I know that for a fact, because I actually wrote an article for the Inquirer in 2012 about this.
Can Radnor’s historic estate house, known today as the Willows, be saved and restored? Probably, but Radnor Township officials are considering who will accomplish this and how.
“It came down to looking at the revenue,” said Radnor Township Manager Robert A. Zienkowski. “It’s an enterprise operation that should break even, but it doesn’t.”
Zienkowski described the Willows, built in 1910, as a “diamond in the rough” in “desperate need of millions of dollars of renovations, repairs, and updates.”
That’s why Radnor Township is looking for a way to divest itself of the property located on Darby-Paoli Road.
The estate, acquired by Radnor in 1972, was never transitioned from residential to commercial use. “The Willows has a great history,” Zienkowski said. “We would love to see someone partner with us to restore it back to its proud heritage.”
Some fear a developer will send the Willows the way of the Poplar House, the beautiful mansion in Wayne that was demolished in 2010.
Zienkowski did not deny the possibility the Willows could be torn down, but says the township could prefer it become a boutique hotel or bed and breakfast.
“A renovation could turn the Willows around,” he said. “It could be a jewel of the township once more.”
Radnor Commissioner John Nagle agreed. “We’ve never seen it managed in a fashion that meets its potential.”
Ideally, Nagle said, the Willows will remain as is through next summer, so the township is still taking reservations there for special events, a wish that was complicated by the recent retirement of caretakers Tom and Mary Conaghan, after 32 years in the position.
Radnor Commissioner Kevin Higgins said he was doubtful the Willows could be sustained by the township government.
“The township has invested significant amounts of money in this building, as well as many other buildings, and the Willows does not break even. It’s not the role of the taxpayers to provide for and subsidize a building not capable of fully bearing the costs of its own operation not directly related to the provision of essential governmental services.”
Public-private partnerships have been successful at Historic Harriton House in Bryn Mawr and Historic Waynesborough in Paoli.
The land on which the Willows is located was once part of the Welsh Tract, first settled in 1681 by the Richard Davis Company as part of a larger land tract. The house was designed by Charles Barton Keene and built in 1910 for John Sinnott, a distiller who named it Rose Garland. There was a mansion house, gatehouse, duck house, swimming pool, pool house, dog kennels, tennis courts and an observatory.
Then Prohibition hit and Rose Garland was sold – several times over – before it found long-term ownership in 1936. That’s when Clarence H. Geist, purchased the house for his daughter Mary Golden Geist and her husband, Alfred Zantzinger.
Bart Zantzinger, grandson of Alfred, who lives in Paoli, recalls fondly The Willows and the pool, whichmwas filled in many years ago.
“Our family called the estate Maralbrook,” Zantzinger said. “The pool was awesome. Really was a magical time for me.”
In the holiday season, he said, “the lights inside were like stars in the cold winter nights, and all the activity made it seem as if it was some kind of Hollywood movie, except the actors were very kind men and women.”
Amory Zantzinger Stedman also fondly recalls the times she spent there.
“In my teen years, Gei Zantzinger, my first cousin, the only child of Mary Golden and Alfred, was one of my best friends. We were exactly the same age and enjoyed the music, dancing, and parties that were part of teenage life in the early to mid fifties.
In June of 1954, my “coming out” year, Aunt Gozie and Uncle Alfred gave my cousin and I a spectacular party on the terrace. Dinner and dancing to a big orchestra under a grand tent … an unforgettable evening.”
That era came to an end with Mary Golden Geist Zantzinger’s death in 1969 and her husband’s some years later.
Radnor Township acquired Maralbrook in 1972, and it became known as the Willows, a park and site for weddings, private parties and meetings.
The Main Line has lost many great estates over the years. Some grand, some architecturally important, some more sentimental than grand. The Willows is a bit of a mix. What sets the Willows apart is that there are still many people who remember or visited it in its grandeur.
But for now, the Willows’ future is uncertain. As has been demonstrated many times on the Main Line, uncertainty can be very bad for an old estate.
And then, if we’re talking about the Willows in this should be a topic for the other day, it’s the whole Willows Cottage of it all. That’s a tale of a little group that got grant monies to restore the cottage, and it was so cool and then it wasn’t maintained after the little group was no longer around. There have been rumors often on for years that the current Radnor wouldn’t be opposed to knocking it down, but nobody really knows for sure do that? Because everything done in Radnor these days is once again shrouded in secrecy. This, of course, is a crying shame because they work so hard to restore it and the restoration was good.
So back to the Kennedy connection. Below is an article from a British newspaper of how the marriage ended. The Willows really should do the research before they just throw things in a newsletter to try to pimp out support by in essence acting like a tabloid. we’re doing that embarrassing Philadelphia media trick of the “Philadelphia connection.”
It’s a tough environment for nonprofits, but the Willows has to be more transparent. And a pro tip is not to use a Getty images image you found on the Internet for your newsletter. If they had just had a newspapers.com subscription, they could’ve taken clippings like I did.
My final note is with what the Kennedy family put a local family through, perhaps the Willows newsletter authors should have considered that?
So, here I am, face to face with Sheila Rauch Kennedy, the vindictive, embittered, loose cannon of an ex-wife who has US Congressman Joe Kennedy’s political career in ruins. Six months ago, Joe (who is Robert’s son) was all set to become the next governor of Massachusetts. Now, thanks to this ex-wife’s public airing of a private dispute, he’s been forced to withdraw from the race, and his camp followers are beside themselves…His personal record with women is patchy, but politically they couldn’t hope for a better friend. How could Sheila put her own concerns before this greater good? Why didn’t she realise that she was not going to have a normal life if she married a Kennedy? They just can’t understand it, but now that I have her before me, the answer is clear. She was never going to accept the full Kennedy-wife deal.
At 48, she’s more handsome than pretty, and in a serious, high-minded sort of way. She talks without embarrassment about searching for the truth and struggling to do the right thing. She’s no airhead – she has a degree from the Harvard School of Design and worked for many years as a city planner. She’s not just a Protestant, she’s a devout Protestant. She insisted that her Episcopalian minister be there at the altar right next to Joe’s priest at the wedding, and she did not promise to obey.
She did make all the other usual promises and took them very seriously indeed. When their twin sons were born in 1980, she pushed her career to one side and applied her high standards to motherhood instead. And she’s proud to say she has something to show for her effort. Her sons, she tells me with a Diana-like smile, are “light years ahead of their father”. Unlike him, they are “very respectful of their friends who are girls”. She mentioned one in particular who was very good at ice hockey and “a little heavy”. “Their father would say something like, what chick would want to play ice hockey? But they don’t think of her as an unattractive chick, they think of her as an excellent athlete.”
It was when Joe went to Washington that the marriage began to fall apart. She was the one to file for divorce. She got only a nominal settlement and had to get a loan from her parents to find a house for herself and her boys to live in. Despite this, she claims it was an amicable split. She has nothing but good things to say about Mary Beth, Joe’s new wife, who entered the scene as his secretary. She’s glad they’re married, glad they’re happy, glad the boys have a kind stepmother. What she’s up in arms about is Joe’s decision to seek an annulment so that he can make the picture perfect and marry Mary Beth in church.
Even she was surprised by the revulsion she felt when she received that first letter from the Boston Archdiocese, in which they announced that they were planning to “investigate” her marriage with a view to proving it had never existed. How could anyone make such a statement about a courtship that had lasted nine years, and a 12-year marriage that had produced two children? To Joe it was just “Catholic gobbledygook” but to her it was saying the past two decades of her life had never happened. But when she told the Archdiocese she had no choice but to fight the annulment, she still expected the procedure to make sense. “I had respect for them. They were priests.” Four years on, she still talks with outraged surprise about their secrecy, their Alice in Wonderland logic, and the way they called her mental health into question.