Kleinschmidt
Block
Also Known as the Harvard Block/Apartments - Standing Since
1892
The
Kleinschmidt Block, N. Warren at Sixth, 1890s
COURTESY
OF THE HELENA/LEWIS & CLARK CO. HERITAGE TOURISM COUNCIL
FROM THE JORUD PHOTOGRAPHY COLLECTION
CLICK ON IMAGE TO ENLARGE IN A NEW WINDOW
Here is
a succinct history of the Kleinschmidt Block, courtesy of
historian Ellen Baumler:
"Entrepreneur
Reinhold H. Kleinschmidt built this block with five storefronts
and upstairs lodging rooms circa 1892. Among his first commercial
tenants was Charles Grossman, a wallpaper hanger and painter,
whose business was in the corner storefront. A variety of
tenants in 1900 included a U.S. bailiff, a photographer, and
a Northern Pacific land examiner and their families.
In 1905,
real estate developer Richard Lockey purchased the building
to serve as an annex to his Grandon Hotel and changed its
name to the Harvard Block. The Grandon stood just across Sixth
Avenue.
By 1929, Edward Loneys barbershop in the corner
storefront was the only remaining commercial space and the
rest of the building functioned as housing.
A stunning example
of the flamboyant Victorian-era architecture once common in
Helena, its rounded brick arches on the second story reflect
the Romanesque style. Fluted iron columns and scrolled brackets
frame the entry. A spectacular copper dome originally capped
the second-story oriel bay at the southwest corner. These
elements contrast with the utilitarian rubblestone walls on
the rear and north, common in Helenas nineteenth century
buildings."
Thanks, Ellen!
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South
Side of the Kleinschmidt Block, 1949
COLLECTION
OF BOB & SUSIE LINDEBERG
In this
early morning view, we can see a portion of the unusual tapered
oval dome, and the corner barber pole. Note the electrical or
telephone wires strung on the building.
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Ex-Tenant Karen Cyr Rubinoff Remembers
My ex-husband and I attended Carroll College in the 70's, and we lived in the corner apartment with the turret from fall of 1975 to fall of 1976. It was fun to "look down" on downtown Helena from that distinctive apartment. At least one person running for public office asked to put a sign in our window, which we did but I can't remember who it was. I am quite sure that the dome was still there at that time. A young couple had just purchased the building and I remember they said they sat up late into the night debating whether they should rent to an unmarried couple.
The other upstairs tenants were all retirees - and real characters. I think they enjoyed having us younger folks on the floor. I remember their first names and this past winter I had even gone to the Census records from 1976 to try to find out their last names and possibly do a bit of research on them, but I guess the records from that time aren't available to see yet.
There was a woman named Florence who always wore a flowered housecoat and had Christmas ornaments strung across her high ceiling all year round; a woman named Thirza (the only one whose last name I knew - Maras - I found her obituary) who was sad that she didn't see her grandchildren very often; a slight man whose name I believe was David, who walked with crutches, and had a kind of photo shrine to his mother in his apartment; a very quiet, woman with a 1940's rolled-back hairdo who had worked at Woolworth's for many years; and a man named Frank who lived next door to our apartment and kept to himself but used to leave paperback Westerns outside our door when he was through reading them. Frank went down to play cards with his buddies in the back of the Rialto a few times a week.
There was something very poignant about each of them - their apartments were really just one room and I'm sure the stairs weren't easy for them to get up and down. I've thought about them many times over the years and now that I'm 68, I have more empathy for their situation.
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Southwest
View, 2008
COURTESY
OF KEITH NAY CLICK
IMAGE FOR A BIG VIEW IN A NEW WINDOW
Thanks
to Keith Nay for this very sharp August 2008 view. The dome
was removed sometime after 1958. If anyone knows about that,
please drop me a line. |
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