How Radio Helped a Garden Grow

July 11, 2011 @ 6:51 pm | Filed under: ,

After I treated myself to 84, Charing Cross Road, it was only a matter of time before I reread Helene Hanff’s Letter from New York. This was the book in which I first encountered Miss Hanff—I don’t remember whether I bought it myself or was given it by someone, but I know I read it the year I moved to New York City, and it profoundly influenced my first experiences there. Helene Hanff taught me how to see the quirky and charming characteristics of a neighborhood; she enticed me out of my midtown office building during many a summer lunch hour and sent me scurrying all over Manhattan in search of streets and buildings she’d mentioned.

Letter from New York is a collection of radio transcripts: a monthly series of five-minute talks Miss Hanff for the BBC Women’s Hour, to share a slice of New York life with London listeners. She describes her building, her neighborhood, her favorite haunts in the city; she tells colorful and wry tales about the customs and opinions of her fellow New Yorkers. Delicious stuff.

Of all the talks, the story I remembered the most clearly was the one about the Shakespeare Garden. If you recall, I kept waiting for that part of Charing Cross Road and only realized halfway through that I’d got the wrong book.

It was in May 1979 that Miss Hanff told her BBC listeners about the corner of Central Park known as the Shakespeare Garden:

It was perched on a small hilltop and reached by high stone steps. It had flower beds blooming in spring, summer, and autumn, and a famous mulberry tree; it had a little stone moat for irrigation, with a small footbridge across it…The first park gardener I met there told me it was begun in the 1900s and was modeled on Shakespeare’s garden in Stratford. A later gardener said that the garden contained every flower mentioned in Shakespeare’s plays. He used to identify them, for ignoramuses like me. And he always pointed out the big mulberry tree grown from a cutting of a tree in Shakespeare’s own garden.

Unfortunately, as Miss Hanff explains, New York City had budget troubles and let the park gardeners go. The Shakespeare garden fell into ruin, such a depressing sight that Helene stopped walking past it; she couldn’t bear to see.

But a young couple who lived near the park couldn’t avoid it. They walked past the abandoned hilltop on their way to work on pleasant mornings. And so, on Sunday in May a couple of years ago, Peggy-the-schoolteacher and John-the-lawyer climbed the stone steps—with buckets of earth and buckets of water and garden tools—and began to dig. They worked all day; and the next Saturday they went back to the hilltop and worked all weekend.

A few neighbors and passersby saw them working and joined them. From then on, the volunteers worked weekends all spring and summer, and all the net spring and summer. And this year the garden is beginning to bloom again.

It’s not the Shakespeare Garden it once was. Peggy told me we can’t get English wildflower seeds over here. So the garden has no cowslips or harebells, and there’s no border of English roses anyore. But we still call it the Shakespeare Garden. And in a city of cliff dweller, it’s a small miracle to have Central Park’s only garden growing again, even if it’s not the English garden I loved.

But the story doesn’t end there. The following June, Miss Hanff had this to say to her BBC audience:

A year ago, I told you about the Shakespeare Garden in Central Park which had gone to seed when the city could no longer afford gardeners, and which a handful of New Yorkers had begun to recreate here. I said that the new garden could never be a real Shakespeare garden, since we couldn’t get English wildflower seeds over here. Well, a few generous Woman’s Hour listeners promptly rushed out and mailed us wildflower seeds, and I am now able to report that the cowslips and harebells are blooming, and so is the dyer’s work. And along the rustic wooden fence at the far rim of the garden—for the first time in ten years—the gold-centered, white English garden roses are blooming again. The Shakespeare Gardeners thank you, New York thanks you, and I can’t tell you wahat it meant to me, to see the long row of yellow buds flower into white roses again, like a like of small Phoenixes rising from the ashes. Thank you!

Most wonderful wonderful, out of all hooping.

Shakespeare Garden by wallyg

Photo by wallyg, used under Creative Commons license

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  1. Andrea says:

    I read 84 CHARING CROSS ROAD the year I worked in midtown, too. And loved it. It’s funny: with all our access, with Amazon and the internet, I envy Hanff her relationship with those booksellers…

  2. Tabatha says:

    That story made my day — thanks!

  3. Baleboosteh says:

    Oh my, this brings back memories! I listened to many of the original broadcasts as a teenager and a student – and also to the serialisation of 84 Charing Cross Road, which was done on Woman’s Hour and read I think by Helen Hanff herself. She was a great writer and could really conjure up a sense of place. How wonderful to think that the garden is still there in New York – although sadly Charing Cross Road in London is no longer what it was. Now I too have to get the books!

  4. Lisa says:

    Have you read the Charing Cross sequel? The Duchess of Bloomsbury Street–if not you’ll love it and Q’s Legacy.

  5. Melissa Wiley says:

    Lisa: I have not! I MUST!

    Baleboostah: How marvelous that you got to hear Miss Hanff herself! Wonderful.

  6. CLM says:

    I coaxed Helene Hanff into joining my book group when we celebrated our 5th Anniversary in 1993. I had run into her at a bookstore on the Upper East Side and introduced myself. She was unforgettable!

  7. Melissa Wiley says:

    O di immortales! I would very much like to hear more about it!