The Saba Islander

by Will Johnson

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Dicky Dick,s House

“Dickey Dick’s House”

By: Will Johnson

Of the remaining old mansions in Philipsburg few of them have an interesting history like the one formerly known as “Dickey Dick’s House.”

   The house was called so after its former owner Mr. Richard Robinson Richardson who built it as a “Town House” shortly after the great hurricane of 1819. That particular hurricane is described by the historian M.D. Teenstra. He visited St. Martin ten years later and bore witness to the many houses which had been destroyed. Many of them had not been rebuilt at the time of Teenstra’s visit. The town house of Mr. Richardson is one of the oldest surviving buildings on Dutch St. Martin. It is located across the alley from the Anglican Church on the Backstreet. There used to be a restaurant upstairs and also the Department of Education was housed there at one time.

   Mr. Richard Robinson Richardson (his mother must have liked the sound of the letter R.), was a member of the Court of Policy (Raad van Policie) and also a prominent planter. He is remembered by historians for his research on the Treaty of Concordia. In particular, the history of the salt pans in which he took an active part as exploiter of a concession to reap salt. The treaty of Concordia divided the island between the Dutch and the French in 1648, and this situation still exists today as neither side of the island has opted to seek independence. His report on this and other matters is quite extensive and is dated December 10th, 1839. The report was written while he resided in this very same building.

   Mr. Richardson as we can read was himself involved in the exploitation of the “Great Salt Pond.” In the report made by him concerning the salt industry on St. Martin we can read:

    “Richard Robinson Richardson, whose concession is entirely on the northern shore of the salt pond, and along the plantation called “Madams” belonging to him, has not yet been entirely enclosed, the work already done by him is Eight hundred feet into the pond, and he proposes, as soon as possible to close in the grant with that breadth into the pond.” Mr. Richardson also had a son who became a famous Methodist Minister. In his book “Memories of Saint Martin (N.P.) 1852 -1926 Mr. J.C. Waymouth writes: Other sons of our soil there are, of whom mention must be made. The son of ‘Dickie Dickie’ – (Richard Robinson Richardson) was one of these. He entered himself as a candidate for the Ministry under Rev. George Sargeant who succeeded the writer’s father at this island in 1854. That Son of our Soil was Jonathan Cadman Richardson, for thirty three years one of our best known West Indian Missionaries who labored with acceptance and success in some of the best circuits in the West Indies and Bahamas. He died in January 1889. Mr. Waymouth goes on to write: “The Wesleyan Establishment was served at this time by the Revs. Denham, already mentioned, and Samuel J. Johnson, who came in 1887. This was also the year of Mr. Denham’s departure for England via Barbados; at which island he left one who has been mentioned before as one of St. Martin ancestry who became after a Ministry of 32 years seriously unwell and who died the following year. This gent Rev. Jonathan Cadman Richardson wrote in a letter to the writer under date of 20th April 1887:- “Mr. and Mrs. Denham spent a fortnight with us and left on Monday for England. I asked him lots about St. Martin and the dear ones of whom I still think tenderly. I got a kind letter from Gussie (Mrs. Eldredge) which brought back the past to me with great freshness. Mr. Leslie is now my colleague. He has the finest congregation in the West Indies to preach to.” Mr. Bertie Leslie by the way was also a son of the soil who became famous in his own right in the Methodist circuit of the West Indies.

    The house on Backstreet later came into the possession of the wife of Diederick Johannes van Romondt. He owned among others the estates Belvedere and Belle Plain which were working sugar cane plantations.

Before that it belonged to Clemence Ann Carter of Anguilla origin. At the time many of the wealthy propertied white people intermarried among the other white families on the neighboring islands. In a last will and testament of 1908 we read:

“I, Clemence Ann Carter, declare to bequeath to my sister Marion Octavio Carter spouse of Diederick Johannes van Romondt, to whom she is married out of all community, the property known as “Dickey Dicks” and situated in the above named town of Philipsburg.”

Clemence Ann Carter was from the well known Anguilla family who also married into the Rey family of that same island and the name later became Carter-Rey in popular usage. If I remember correctly the Carter Rey family also owned the 900 acre estate the “Hope” on the French side which now belongs to the Petit family. Clemence’s father was William Gumbs Carter and her mother was Louisa Ann Rebecca Rogers. She also willed to her aunt on Anguilla the property known as “Roaches” and to the children of her brothers William Arthur Carter and Joshua Edgar Carter, and to her niece Judith Charlotte Inez van Romondt, the island known as “Prickly Pear.”

    Irene van Romondt, a daughter of Johannes, who lived in this house in the very early nineteen hundreds, tells us in a letter “A Time to Remember”, the following:

    “I remember! Joy, oh Joy. I was out in the garden at grandmother’s playing all by myself, chopping up some “cacti” and playing to feed it to my doll, when the news came. Pack up your clothes and get ready to go to your Auntie Clem, who is setting up housekeeping in “Dickey Dick’s.” This was a town house owned by my father which was built going on 200 years ago on a poured concrete first floor foundation to withstand earthquakes and hurricanes.”

   Irene experienced a severe earthquake there on Christmas Eve, 1910, and tells us; “The concrete walls of the old house were cracked, but otherwise no harm was done to anyone.” She later moved to the Front Street and reports: “ I remember leaving the old house “Dickey Dick’s House”, as it was called, and moving to a rented house on the Front Street, right across from the Governor’s House and in the Center of everything social, such as it was.”

   Marion Octavia Carter born on Anguilla on September 29th, 1869 was the second wife of Diederick Johannes van Romondt whom she married on August 24th, 1899. He was 53 years old then (born on St .Martin on August 25th, 1846.) Together they had three children. Of course he being from the old St .Martin fresh food stock had quite a number of children outside of the marriage. One of those children “Taby” had 68 children I was told. However one of his sons told me “Lord Johnson don’t exaggerate, he only had Fifty Five.”

   After Johannes died on St .Kitts on August 9th, 1918 Marion and the three children moved to New York where they suffered many financial reverses. Mrs. Zillah Richardson who had known the family was also living in New York at the time. Miss Zillah was an aunt of the well known Lionel Bernard Scott.

    On September 20th, 1930, a deed was passed in New Jersey whereby Mrs. Zillah Richardson bought from Mrs. M.O. van Romondt –Carter” the unmortgaged property of a lot, on which a house is built known as “Dickey Dick’s House,” situated on the Back Street, on the island of Saint Martin, Dutch West Indies, bound on the South by the Back Street, on the east by a lot owned by Mr. Stuart, on the west by “The Alley” and on the north by the “Great Salt Pond” which premises according to first appearer were inherited by her from her sister Miss Clememce Ann Carter. The house was purchased by Miss Zillah for twelve hundred and fifty American dollars.

   “Miss Zillah” as she was popularly known turned the house into a Guesthouse and also took in school going children from the islands of Saba and Statia. Among those who lived in her guesthouse were the late Mr. Wellington Brooks, former Chief Warden of the prison on St Martin. Wellington was from Anguilla and sort of adopted by Miss Zillah. Also former Minister Leo Chance of Saba, former State Secretary Max Nicholson of Saba, also Senator Kenneth van Putten of Statia as well as former Major Osmar R. Simmons of Saba. Also the Every brothers, former Judge Henry and his brother the teacher Floyd Every of Saba, all of whom spoke well of Miss Zillah. The Anglican priests from the neighbouring islands always lodged there as well. Happy memories from the beautiful and quiet town of Philipsburg where the rest and quiet was only occasionally disturbed by the arrival of the monthly cargo ship from Curacao.

    Miss Zillah had three children. She died in 1970 and is buried in the Methodist Cemetery in Philipsburg. Her children now own the property historically known as “Dickey Dicks.”

“Dickey Dick’s House”

By: Will Johnson

Of the remaining old mansions in Philipsburg few of them have an interesting history like the one formerly known as “Dickey Dick’s House.”

   The house was called so after its former owner Mr. Richard Robinson Richardson who built it as a “Town House” shortly after the great hurricane of 1819. That particular hurricane is described by the historian M.D. Teenstra. He visited St. Martin ten years later and bore witness to the many houses which had been destroyed. Many of them had not been rebuilt at the time of Teenstra’s visit. The town house of Mr. Richardson is one of the oldest surviving buildings on Dutch St. Martin. It is located across the alley from the Anglican Church on the Backstreet. There used to be a restaurant upstairs and also the Department of Education was housed there at one time.

   Mr. Richard Robinson Richardson (his mother must have liked the sound of the letter R.), was a member of the Court of Policy (Raad van Policie) and also a prominent planter. He is remembered by historians for his research on the Treaty of Concordia. In particular, the history of the salt pans in which he took an active part as exploiter of a concession to reap salt. The treaty of Concordia divided the island between the Dutch and the French in 1648, and this situation still exists today as neither side of the island has opted to seek independence. His report on this and other matters is quite extensive and is dated December 10th, 1839. The report was written while he resided in this very same building.

   Mr. Richardson as we can read was himself involved in the exploitation of the “Great Salt Pond.” In the report made by him concerning the salt industry on St. Martin we can read:

    “Richard Robinson Richardson, whose concession is entirely on the northern shore of the salt pond, and along the plantation called “Madams” belonging to him, has not yet been entirely enclosed, the work already done by him is Eight hundred feet into the pond, and he proposes, as soon as possible to close in the grant with that breadth into the pond.” Mr. Richardson also had a son who became a famous Methodist Minister. In his book “Memories of Saint Martin (N.P.) 1852 -1926 Mr. J.C. Waymouth writes: Other sons of our soil there are, of whom mention must be made. The son of ‘Dickie Dickie’ – (Richard Robinson Richardson) was one of these. He entered himself as a candidate for the Ministry under Rev. George Sargeant who succeeded the writer’s father at this island in 1854. That Son of our Soil was Jonathan Cadman Richardson, for thirty three years one of our best known West Indian Missionaries who labored with acceptance and success in some of the best circuits in the West Indies and Bahamas. He died in January 1889. Mr. Waymouth goes on to write: “The Wesleyan Establishment was served at this time by the Revs. Denham, already mentioned, and Samuel J. Johnson, who came in 1887. This was also the year of Mr. Denham’s departure for England via Barbados; at which island he left one who has been mentioned before as one of St. Martin ancestry who became after a Ministry of 32 years seriously unwell and who died the following year. This gent Rev. Jonathan Cadman Richardson wrote in a letter to the writer under date of 20th April 1887:- “Mr. and Mrs. Denham spent a fortnight with us and left on Monday for England. I asked him lots about St. Martin and the dear ones of whom I still think tenderly. I got a kind letter from Gussie (Mrs. Eldredge) which brought back the past to me with great freshness. Mr. Leslie is now my colleague. He has the finest congregation in the West Indies to preach to.” Mr. Bertie Leslie by the way was also a son of the soil who became famous in his own right in the Methodist circuit of the West Indies.

    The house on Backstreet later came into the possession of the wife of Diederick Johannes van Romondt. He owned among others the estates Belvedere and Belle Plain which were working sugar cane plantations.

Before that it belonged to Clemence Ann Carter of Anguilla origin. At the time many of the wealthy propertied white people intermarried among the other white families on the neighboring islands. In a last will and testament of 1908 we read:

“I, Clemence Ann Carter, declare to bequeath to my sister Marion Octavio Carter spouse of Diederick Johannes van Romondt, to whom she is married out of all community, the property known as “Dickey Dicks” and situated in the above named town of Philipsburg.”

Clemence Ann Carter was from the well known Anguilla family who also married into the Rey family of that same island and the name later became Carter-Rey in popular usage. If I remember correctly the Carter Rey family also owned the 900 acre estate the “Hope” on the French side which now belongs to the Petit family. Clemence’s father was William Gumbs Carter and her mother was Louisa Ann Rebecca Rogers. She also willed to her aunt on Anguilla the property known as “Roaches” and to the children of her brothers William Arthur Carter and Joshua Edgar Carter, and to her niece Judith Charlotte Inez van Romondt, the island known as “Prickly Pear.”

    Irene van Romondt, a daughter of Johannes, who lived in this house in the very early nineteen hundreds, tells us in a letter “A Time to Remember”, the following:

    “I remember! Joy, oh Joy. I was out in the garden at grandmother’s playing all by myself, chopping up some “cacti” and playing to feed it to my doll, when the news came. Pack up your clothes and get ready to go to your Auntie Clem, who is setting up housekeeping in “Dickey Dick’s.” This was a town house owned by my father which was built going on 200 years ago on a poured concrete first floor foundation to withstand earthquakes and hurricanes.”

   Irene experienced a severe earthquake there on Christmas Eve, 1910, and tells us; “The concrete walls of the old house were cracked, but otherwise no harm was done to anyone.” She later moved to the Front Street and reports: “ I remember leaving the old house “Dickey Dick’s House”, as it was called, and moving to a rented house on the Front Street, right across from the Governor’s House and in the Center of everything social, such as it was.”

   Marion Octavia Carter born on Anguilla on September 29th, 1869 was the second wife of Diederick Johannes van Romondt whom she married on August 24th, 1899. He was 53 years old then (born on St .Martin on August 25th, 1846.) Together they had three children. Of course he being from the old St .Martin fresh food stock had quite a number of children outside of the marriage. One of those children “Taby” had 68 children I was told. However one of his sons told me “Lord Johnson don’t exaggerate, he only had Fifty Five.”

   After Johannes died on St .Kitts on August 9th, 1918 Marion and the three children moved to New York where they suffered many financial reverses. Mrs. Zillah Richardson who had known the family was also living in New York at the time. Miss Zillah was an aunt of the well known Lionel Bernard Scott.

    On September 20th, 1930, a deed was passed in New Jersey whereby Mrs. Zillah Richardson bought from Mrs. M.O. van Romondt –Carter” the unmortgaged property of a lot, on which a house is built known as “Dickey Dick’s House,” situated on the Back Street, on the island of Saint Martin, Dutch West Indies, bound on the South by the Back Street, on the east by a lot owned by Mr. Stuart, on the west by “The Alley” and on the north by the “Great Salt Pond” which premises according to first appearer were inherited by her from her sister Miss Clememce Ann Carter. The house was purchased by Miss Zillah for twelve hundred and fifty American dollars.

   “Miss Zillah” as she was popularly known turned the house into a Guesthouse and also took in school going children from the islands of Saba and Statia. Among those who lived in her guesthouse were the late Mr. Wellington Brooks, former Chief Warden of the prison on St Martin. Wellington was from Anguilla and sort of adopted by Miss Zillah. Also former Minister Leo Chance of Saba, former State Secretary Max Nicholson of Saba, also Senator Kenneth van Putten of Statia as well as former Major Osmar R. Simmons of Saba. Also the Every brothers, former Judge Henry and his brother the teacher Floyd Every of Saba, all of whom spoke well of Miss Zillah. The Anglican priests from the neighbouring islands always lodged there as well. Happy memories from the beautiful and quiet town of Philipsburg where the rest and quiet was only occasionally disturbed by the arrival of the monthly cargo ship from Curacao.

    Miss Zillah had three children. She died in 1970 and is buried in the Methodist Cemetery in Philipsburg. Her children now own the property historically known as “Dickey Dicks.”

“Dickey Dick’s House”

By: Will Johnson

Of the remaining old mansions in Philipsburg few of them have an interesting history like the one formerly known as “Dickey Dick’s House.”

   The house was called so after its former owner Mr. Richard Robinson Richardson who built it as a “Town House” shortly after the great hurricane of 1819. That particular hurricane is described by the historian M.D. Teenstra. He visited St. Martin ten years later and bore witness to the many houses which had been destroyed. Many of them had not been rebuilt at the time of Teenstra’s visit. The town house of Mr. Richardson is one of the oldest surviving buildings on Dutch St. Martin. It is located across the alley from the Anglican Church on the Backstreet. There used to be a restaurant upstairs and also the Department of Education was housed there at one time.

   Mr. Richard Robinson Richardson (his mother must have liked the sound of the letter R.), was a member of the Court of Policy (Raad van Policie) and also a prominent planter. He is remembered by historians for his research on the Treaty of Concordia. In particular, the history of the salt pans in which he took an active part as exploiter of a concession to reap salt. The treaty of Concordia divided the island between the Dutch and the French in 1648, and this situation still exists today as neither side of the island has opted to seek independence. His report on this and other matters is quite extensive and is dated December 10th, 1839. The report was written while he resided in this very same building.

   Mr. Richardson as we can read was himself involved in the exploitation of the “Great Salt Pond.” In the report made by him concerning the salt industry on St. Martin we can read:

    “Richard Robinson Richardson, whose concession is entirely on the northern shore of the salt pond, and along the plantation called “Madams” belonging to him, has not yet been entirely enclosed, the work already done by him is Eight hundred feet into the pond, and he proposes, as soon as possible to close in the grant with that breadth into the pond.” Mr. Richardson also had a son who became a famous Methodist Minister. In his book “Memories of Saint Martin (N.P.) 1852 -1926 Mr. J.C. Waymouth writes: Other sons of our soil there are, of whom mention must be made. The son of ‘Dickie Dickie’ – (Richard Robinson Richardson) was one of these. He entered himself as a candidate for the Ministry under Rev. George Sargeant who succeeded the writer’s father at this island in 1854. That Son of our Soil was Jonathan Cadman Richardson, for thirty three years one of our best known West Indian Missionaries who labored with acceptance and success in some of the best circuits in the West Indies and Bahamas. He died in January 1889. Mr. Waymouth goes on to write: “The Wesleyan Establishment was served at this time by the Revs. Denham, already mentioned, and Samuel J. Johnson, who came in 1887. This was also the year of Mr. Denham’s departure for England via Barbados; at which island he left one who has been mentioned before as one of St. Martin ancestry who became after a Ministry of 32 years seriously unwell and who died the following year. This gent Rev. Jonathan Cadman Richardson wrote in a letter to the writer under date of 20th April 1887:- “Mr. and Mrs. Denham spent a fortnight with us and left on Monday for England. I asked him lots about St. Martin and the dear ones of whom I still think tenderly. I got a kind letter from Gussie (Mrs. Eldredge) which brought back the past to me with great freshness. Mr. Leslie is now my colleague. He has the finest congregation in the West Indies to preach to.” Mr. Bertie Leslie by the way was also a son of the soil who became famous in his own right in the Methodist circuit of the West Indies.

    The house on Backstreet later came into the possession of the wife of Diederick Johannes van Romondt. He owned among others the estates Belvedere and Belle Plain which were working sugar cane plantations.

Before that it belonged to Clemence Ann Carter of Anguilla origin. At the time many of the wealthy propertied white people intermarried among the other white families on the neighboring islands. In a last will and testament of 1908 we read:

“I, Clemence Ann Carter, declare to bequeath to my sister Marion Octavio Carter spouse of Diederick Johannes van Romondt, to whom she is married out of all community, the property known as “Dickey Dicks” and situated in the above named town of Philipsburg.”

Clemence Ann Carter was from the well known Anguilla family who also married into the Rey family of that same island and the name later became Carter-Rey in popular usage. If I remember correctly the Carter Rey family also owned the 900 acre estate the “Hope” on the French side which now belongs to the Petit family. Clemence’s father was William Gumbs Carter and her mother was Louisa Ann Rebecca Rogers. She also willed to her aunt on Anguilla the property known as “Roaches” and to the children of her brothers William Arthur Carter and Joshua Edgar Carter, and to her niece Judith Charlotte Inez van Romondt, the island known as “Prickly Pear.”

    Irene van Romondt, a daughter of Johannes, who lived in this house in the very early nineteen hundreds, tells us in a letter “A Time to Remember”, the following:

    “I remember! Joy, oh Joy. I was out in the garden at grandmother’s playing all by myself, chopping up some “cacti” and playing to feed it to my doll, when the news came. Pack up your clothes and get ready to go to your Auntie Clem, who is setting up housekeeping in “Dickey Dick’s.” This was a town house owned by my father which was built going on 200 years ago on a poured concrete first floor foundation to withstand earthquakes and hurricanes.”

   Irene experienced a severe earthquake there on Christmas Eve, 1910, and tells us; “The concrete walls of the old house were cracked, but otherwise no harm was done to anyone.” She later moved to the Front Street and reports: “ I remember leaving the old house “Dickey Dick’s House”, as it was called, and moving to a rented house on the Front Street, right across from the Governor’s House and in the Center of everything social, such as it was.”

   Marion Octavia Carter born on Anguilla on September 29th, 1869 was the second wife of Diederick Johannes van Romondt whom she married on August 24th, 1899. He was 53 years old then (born on St .Martin on August 25th, 1846.) Together they had three children. Of course he being from the old St .Martin fresh food stock had quite a number of children outside of the marriage. One of those children “Taby” had 68 children I was told. However one of his sons told me “Lord Johnson don’t exaggerate, he only had Fifty Five.”

   After Johannes died on St .Kitts on August 9th, 1918 Marion and the three children moved to New York where they suffered many financial reverses. Mrs. Zillah Richardson who had known the family was also living in New York at the time. Miss Zillah was an aunt of the well known Lionel Bernard Scott.

    On September 20th, 1930, a deed was passed in New Jersey whereby Mrs. Zillah Richardson bought from Mrs. M.O. van Romondt –Carter” the unmortgaged property of a lot, on which a house is built known as “Dickey Dick’s House,” situated on the Back Street, on the island of Saint Martin, Dutch West Indies, bound on the South by the Back Street, on the east by a lot owned by Mr. Stuart, on the west by “The Alley” and on the north by the “Great Salt Pond” which premises according to first appearer were inherited by her from her sister Miss Clememce Ann Carter. The house was purchased by Miss Zillah for twelve hundred and fifty American dollars.

   “Miss Zillah” as she was popularly known turned the house into a Guesthouse and also took in school going children from the islands of Saba and Statia. Among those who lived in her guesthouse were the late Mr. Wellington Brooks, former Chief Warden of the prison on St Martin. Wellington was from Anguilla and sort of adopted by Miss Zillah. Also former Minister Leo Chance of Saba, former State Secretary Max Nicholson of Saba, also Senator Kenneth van Putten of Statia as well as former Major Osmar R. Simmons of Saba. Also the Every brothers, former Judge Henry and his brother the teacher Floyd Every of Saba, all of whom spoke well of Miss Zillah. The Anglican priests from the neighbouring islands always lodged there as well. Happy memories from the beautiful and quiet town of Philipsburg where the rest and quiet was only occasionally disturbed by the arrival of the monthly cargo ship from Curacao.

    Miss Zillah had three children. She died in 1970 and is buried in the Methodist Cemetery in Philipsburg. Her children now own the property historically known as “Dickey Dicks.”

“Dickey Dick’s House”

By: Will Johnson

Of the remaining old mansions in Philipsburg few of them have an interesting history like the one formerly known as “Dickey Dick’s House.”

   The house was called so after its former owner Mr. Richard Robinson Richardson who built it as a “Town House” shortly after the great hurricane of 1819. That particular hurricane is described by the historian M.D. Teenstra. He visited St. Martin ten years later and bore witness to the many houses which had been destroyed. Many of them had not been rebuilt at the time of Teenstra’s visit. The town house of Mr. Richardson is one of the oldest surviving buildings on Dutch St. Martin. It is located across the alley from the Anglican Church on the Backstreet. There used to be a restaurant upstairs and also the Department of Education was housed there at one time.

   Mr. Richard Robinson Richardson (his mother must have liked the sound of the letter R.), was a member of the Court of Policy (Raad van Policie) and also a prominent planter. He is remembered by historians for his research on the Treaty of Concordia. In particular, the history of the salt pans in which he took an active part as exploiter of a concession to reap salt. The treaty of Concordia divided the island between the Dutch and the French in 1648, and this situation still exists today as neither side of the island has opted to seek independence. His report on this and other matters is quite extensive and is dated December 10th, 1839. The report was written while he resided in this very same building.

   Mr. Richardson as we can read was himself involved in the exploitation of the “Great Salt Pond.” In the report made by him concerning the salt industry on St. Martin we can read:

    “Richard Robinson Richardson, whose concession is entirely on the northern shore of the salt pond, and along the plantation called “Madams” belonging to him, has not yet been entirely enclosed, the work already done by him is Eight hundred feet into the pond, and he proposes, as soon as possible to close in the grant with that breadth into the pond.” Mr. Richardson also had a son who became a famous Methodist Minister. In his book “Memories of Saint Martin (N.P.) 1852 -1926 Mr. J.C. Waymouth writes: Other sons of our soil there are, of whom mention must be made. The son of ‘Dickie Dickie’ – (Richard Robinson Richardson) was one of these. He entered himself as a candidate for the Ministry under Rev. George Sargeant who succeeded the writer’s father at this island in 1854. That Son of our Soil was Jonathan Cadman Richardson, for thirty three years one of our best known West Indian Missionaries who labored with acceptance and success in some of the best circuits in the West Indies and Bahamas. He died in January 1889. Mr. Waymouth goes on to write: “The Wesleyan Establishment was served at this time by the Revs. Denham, already mentioned, and Samuel J. Johnson, who came in 1887. This was also the year of Mr. Denham’s departure for England via Barbados; at which island he left one who has been mentioned before as one of St. Martin ancestry who became after a Ministry of 32 years seriously unwell and who died the following year. This gent Rev. Jonathan Cadman Richardson wrote in a letter to the writer under date of 20th April 1887:- “Mr. and Mrs. Denham spent a fortnight with us and left on Monday for England. I asked him lots about St. Martin and the dear ones of whom I still think tenderly. I got a kind letter from Gussie (Mrs. Eldredge) which brought back the past to me with great freshness. Mr. Leslie is now my colleague. He has the finest congregation in the West Indies to preach to.” Mr. Bertie Leslie by the way was also a son of the soil who became famous in his own right in the Methodist circuit of the West Indies.

    The house on Backstreet later came into the possession of the wife of Diederick Johannes van Romondt. He owned among others the estates Belvedere and Belle Plain which were working sugar cane plantations.

Before that it belonged to Clemence Ann Carter of Anguilla origin. At the time many of the wealthy propertied white people intermarried among the other white families on the neighboring islands. In a last will and testament of 1908 we read:

“I, Clemence Ann Carter, declare to bequeath to my sister Marion Octavio Carter spouse of Diederick Johannes van Romondt, to whom she is married out of all community, the property known as “Dickey Dicks” and situated in the above named town of Philipsburg.”

Clemence Ann Carter was from the well known Anguilla family who also married into the Rey family of that same island and the name later became Carter-Rey in popular usage. If I remember correctly the Carter Rey family also owned the 900 acre estate the “Hope” on the French side which now belongs to the Petit family. Clemence’s father was William Gumbs Carter and her mother was Louisa Ann Rebecca Rogers. She also willed to her aunt on Anguilla the property known as “Roaches” and to the children of her brothers William Arthur Carter and Joshua Edgar Carter, and to her niece Judith Charlotte Inez van Romondt, the island known as “Prickly Pear.”

    Irene van Romondt, a daughter of Johannes, who lived in this house in the very early nineteen hundreds, tells us in a letter “A Time to Remember”, the following:

    “I remember! Joy, oh Joy. I was out in the garden at grandmother’s playing all by myself, chopping up some “cacti” and playing to feed it to my doll, when the news came. Pack up your clothes and get ready to go to your Auntie Clem, who is setting up housekeeping in “Dickey Dick’s.” This was a town house owned by my father which was built going on 200 years ago on a poured concrete first floor foundation to withstand earthquakes and hurricanes.”

   Irene experienced a severe earthquake there on Christmas Eve, 1910, and tells us; “The concrete walls of the old house were cracked, but otherwise no harm was done to anyone.” She later moved to the Front Street and reports: “ I remember leaving the old house “Dickey Dick’s House”, as it was called, and moving to a rented house on the Front Street, right across from the Governor’s House and in the Center of everything social, such as it was.”

   Marion Octavia Carter born on Anguilla on September 29th, 1869 was the second wife of Diederick Johannes van Romondt whom she married on August 24th, 1899. He was 53 years old then (born on St .Martin on August 25th, 1846.) Together they had three children. Of course he being from the old St .Martin fresh food stock had quite a number of children outside of the marriage. One of those children “Taby” had 68 children I was told. However one of his sons told me “Lord Johnson don’t exaggerate, he only had Fifty Five.”

   After Johannes died on St .Kitts on August 9th, 1918 Marion and the three children moved to New York where they suffered many financial reverses. Mrs. Zillah Richardson who had known the family was also living in New York at the time. Miss Zillah was an aunt of the well known Lionel Bernard Scott.

    On September 20th, 1930, a deed was passed in New Jersey whereby Mrs. Zillah Richardson bought from Mrs. M.O. van Romondt –Carter” the unmortgaged property of a lot, on which a house is built known as “Dickey Dick’s House,” situated on the Back Street, on the island of Saint Martin, Dutch West Indies, bound on the South by the Back Street, on the east by a lot owned by Mr. Stuart, on the west by “The Alley” and on the north by the “Great Salt Pond” which premises according to first appearer were inherited by her from her sister Miss Clememce Ann Carter. The house was purchased by Miss Zillah for twelve hundred and fifty American dollars.

   “Miss Zillah” as she was popularly known turned the house into a Guesthouse and also took in school going children from the islands of Saba and Statia. Among those who lived in her guesthouse were the late Mr. Wellington Brooks, former Chief Warden of the prison on St Martin. Wellington was from Anguilla and sort of adopted by Miss Zillah. Also former Minister Leo Chance of Saba, former State Secretary Max Nicholson of Saba, also Senator Kenneth van Putten of Statia as well as former Major Osmar R. Simmons of Saba. Also the Every brothers, former Judge Henry and his brother the teacher Floyd Every of Saba, all of whom spoke well of Miss Zillah. The Anglican priests from the neighbouring islands always lodged there as well. Happy memories from the beautiful and quiet town of Philipsburg where the rest and quiet was only occasionally disturbed by the arrival of the monthly cargo ship from Curacao.

    Miss Zillah had three children. She died in 1970 and is buried in the Methodist Cemetery in Philipsburg. Her children.

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The Old Courthouse

The Old Courthouse

A few weeks ago, when returning to Saba two ladies approached me at the Juliana airport. They were accompanied by a Dutch man whom I later understood to be a Judge. Me and Judges never sat horses but I was polite to them.

The ladies were full of praise for my column ‘Under the Sea Grape Tree’. At the end of the conversation, they said to me. When do you plan to write an article about the ‘Old Courthouse’?

Of course, I have referred to it a number of times. I have happy memories of the place as I worked there from 1960 to 1966. That was the year for a major restoration and our office was moved further up street. The Receivers Office that is and the Post Office was moved to the Back Street.

My boss was Joseph Alphonse Constantine O’Connor whom I have written about in a separate article. We also had Jimmy Halley, Laurel Peterson, Arnold Scot and the two postmen Sonny Boy Lake and Whitfield ‘Feely” Vlaun.

We also had the Curaçao Bank there and Mrs. Constant Williams worked there. Sydney Lejuez was in a customs uniform at the time and issued documents for packages being sent to Aruba and Curaçao. He also gave clearances to the few ships which visited the island back then. It was mostly a few cargo schooners and sloops bringing in produce from as far as Puerto Rico.

Lorenzo de Lain would come around to ring the bell, and Maurice Lake (Mooch) as well. I have written about them in other articles. Upstairs in the building would be used by the Court when it was in session but that was very rarely.

The Notary which was my boss at the time and later Notary Jose Speetjens would use upstairs as their office to pass deeds. Also, the Island Council of the Windward Islands would meet upstairs. When I spoke there, I thought it would be a good idea to challenge the system by basing my speech on “I am here to bury Caesar, not to praise him.”

Well later in the day the news was all over town “Lord, what that little fellow did to poor Mr. Wathey. He said that he had come to bury him.” Mind you no such thing had crossed my mind.

When the American Consul visited the island she or he would work upstairs and meet the few U.S. citizens. Fons told me once much to his regret later that I should assist the Council as “HE” would not know many of the locals who had U.S. nationality.

Fons was late that morning. When I went upstairs to see what I could do to help the Consul, lo and behold there was a beautiful young lady sitting there. I thought to myself; He must have brought his Secretary along,’. But when I asked her politely when was the Consul coming? She looked at me and said: “I am representing the Consul.”

After all these years I still remember her name. But prefer to leave that tidbit of information behind. What I can divulge is that when Fons made his usual rounds at Pasangrahan Hotel, he looked surprised at me sitting there having dinner with a good-looking young lady.

The man was my boss mind you. Respect. He came over to the table to ask me if I had seen the American Consul. An excuse of course to find out who the beautiful young lady was. When I told him “This is the Consul” I thought he would have fainted. She was a redhead, an expressed favorite type of gal for him. 

Anyway, nothing doing, I said to myself “if I have to lose my job, so be it, but I am not backing down for Fons.” Anway, he retreated. Not gracefully, but a retreat, nevertheless. He never said anything on the job to me of course. But when he was out on the town, and we met up he would insinuate what he would do to me if that ever happened again.

His bad luck was that all of the future consuls were men and Fons was a lady’s man. Anyway, before the lady left, she told me to bring my passport and she stamped a BI/B2 visa in it. This came in very handy for me when I needed to travel to the USA.

But I started out saying I was going to write about the Courthouse.

Whenever the library needs to get rid of old books Mrs. Joanna Simmons-Peterson calls me. Despite the fact that my house is full to overrunning with books I am always in the market for more. Just last week she brought me a few, one of which is Caribbean Traditional Architecture by Joan D. van Andel.

She quotes Temminck Groll who did extensive studies on many of the buildings on the three Dutch Windward Islands. Also Dr. J. Hartog who wrote about the Court House.

“Around the year 1790, W.H. Rink LLD, who had just been appointed Commander of St. Martin, conceived a plan to build a Court House. A marble plaque commemorating the fact that Rink had had the Court House built by as early as 1793 demonstrates that he acted energetically. On the plaque (originally in Dutch), not only Rink’s name occurs but also those of the other founders, the councilors R.F. Muller, H. Godet, I. Pantophlet, A. van Heijningen, and A. Cannegieter.

The imposing Courthouse, situated centrally on the former De Ruyter Square, is not just one of the important traditional buildings in Philipsburg, but has always played an essential part in the lives of the inhabitants of Philipsburg; formerly as a meeting place for the council, today as law court and Post office [1985].

The building is the best-known example of the traditional architecture of St. Martin, owing to its traditional form, its position in the history of the island and to the fact that nowadays her image figures on stamps, as well as on posters, advertising matter, book covers, note-books etc. It has more or less become the trademark, the signature of St. Martin.

The square on which the Court-House is situated, was originally a quiet and peaceful square. On the sea side the square was enclosed by a building which was used as a police station until 1937. It was referred to as the ‘Scale House.’ 

In that year, a new police station was built almost behind the Court Hose and the old building dismantled. The square then extended to the sea. One had a clear view of the square from the sea. Everyone mooring in Great Bay when rowing to the quay is at once struck by the picturesque sight of the square with the Court-House in the background.

Until 1969 the view of the Court House was still partially obstructed by two monuments. One monument commemorating Princess Juliana’s visit in 1944, and the other in memory of those ‘killed in action’ in the second World War. After renovations to the Court-House were completed in 1969, those monuments were moved to the South side of the square.

To acquire a better insight into the architecture of the present Court-House, it is necessary to give some information about the first plan, the readjustments and the repairs to the building.  In 1790 when Rink started his work as Commander, there was no accommodation for him in his function.

He had to work in his own house and during this period the council also met in the Commander’s house. Rink considered this an unacceptable situation. A building was necessary not only for the governing activities of the island, but also for a prison.

Before starting to build, he had to obtain permission and money from the Dutch West-Indies Company. However, in 1791 the company was wound up and permission had to be acquired from the state of The Netherlands.

It is unknown whether Rink was ever granted permission, but he did finance the building with money from the government treasury. For the planning, Rink appointed the surveyor John Handleigh, who acted both as architect and contractor.

The ‘Long Wall’ had also been built under Handleigh’s supervision. The present day Court-House differs from Handleigh’s design. Many alterations have been made to the building since its completion in 1793.

De Hartog gives an extensive description of the plan.

“The drawing shows a handsomely spacious building, with two floors, built in a representative manner, with a balcony built in the second story over its full width. The walls made of stone were 18 inches thick. One entered the building through a small lobby, and reached in very first place the weigh-house or weighing room (later on the public portion of the Post Office).

The council hall was located above the weighing room; in the lobby was the staircase for the Commander and members of the council. On Public occasions the entire Council could make its appearance on the spacious balcony.

Behind the weighing room, with separate entrances, were located the rooms of the Home Guard and of the civil captain. In the former room was another stairway; this gave access to the room of the messenger, which was connected by a door to the Council hall.

The room of the messenger to which these stairs led, also served as a waiting room for those having business with the Council. The jail was located below the Secretariat and consisted of two large and three small cells.

The building was built in a period when St. Martin was prospering. The economic situation was favorable for financing a building of approximately 10.000 guilders. But in 1819, the Court-house was destroyed by a hurricane. The roof and the top floor were swept away. A restoration was not possible until 1826.

The converting and partial rebuilding of 1826 was the most radical in the history of the building. The new building was designed by Samuel Fahlberg [a Swede from St. Barth’s]. He was a cartographer, meteorologist, civil engineer, physician, artist and Council member.

A memorial stone on the west façade commemorates the restorers of 1826: D.J. van Romondt (Chairman), G. du Cloux Romney, J. Romney, T. Rpmney, G. Illidge and S. Fahlberg.

In January 1966, nearly one hundred years after the last radical restoration, the building had to be repaired and renovated again. This restoration had been planned since 1964. Jan Jacob Beaujon, then Lieutenant-Governor, requested A.J.C. Brouwer, head of the Technical Department of the Central Government, to make a plan for renewing the Courthouse.

The restoration was finished in 1969 and cost f.303.500. The restoration was executed on the condition that no changes were to be made to the exterior of the building.

The wooden top floor was pulled down and rebuilt in stone. Then a wooden weather boarding was fixed to the wall, so that the exterior of the building remained the same. By mistake, the floor was built 23 cm higher.

The contractor had not kept to the architect’s plans. He had added three layers of concrete to the walls. The architect left the unintended change for what it was, as he thought the building had improved visually.

The tower was renewed and rebuilt using concrete; a carillon of twenty-five bells was installed in it. On the largest bell, the names of the Lt. Governors since 1951 were engraved.

When comparing the original Courthouse with Fahlberg’s design, it is striking that visually the building has improved. The Belfry has given the official building a more monumental look; the square now appears more to its full advantage. Moreover, narrowing of the balcony and the addition of the belfry, a vertical counterbalance to the horizontal look of the façade has been created.”

When we were moving to our new location further up the street, as I was leaving the Courthouse, I saw a key lying on the ground. It was the key to the building. I asked Fons if I could have it and he said it was O.K.

With all my moving around I still have it and a photo and a series of old photos of the Courthouse will accompany this article.

Recently Captain Eddy Hodge of Winair told me:” Man Will, you are killing me with all this history. I learn more from you than all of that which I had in school.’ This one is for you Eddy.

Enjoy.

Time for remembering

The two Storey house on the right belonged to Walter Granville van Romondt where Irene used to stay. As coincidence would have it the same house later on came into the possession of Walter Granville Buncamper. It ran from Front Street to Backstreet and is where Old Street is now located.
On the left the two-story house is where Irene stayed when in town and there is where she experienced an earthquake.
Mr. D.C. van Romondt who owned Tintamarre island and Mary’s Fancy estate.

Time for Remembering
In doing research for my book “For The Love Of St.Martin”, I had a lively
correspondence with many people. Pack rat that I am I have held on to most of the
correspondence. Nothing is organized of course. Too busy for that and I need
professional help. Anyway Wim Hart asked me to do an article for St.Maarten’s Day.
Being pressed for time I want to share with the readers a story “Time For Remembering”
written by the late Irene Van Romondt for her granddaughter Nancy. I have three
versions of this story written at different times in her life. One of the other more
extensive ones was published years ago by The Chronicle with a photo of Irene and of
Belvedere. It is good to read how the “landed gentry” lived in former times on
St.Maarten. Next year God willing I will contribute my own story of the many wonderful
memories I have of the years I lived on St.Maarten. But let me pass on this compliment to
the people of St.Maarten first. A couple of weeks ago I was visiting the Home For the
Aged. There I had a conversation with Mr. Carlyle Granger. He said that he had told his
son recently that he had visited eleven countries in South America, also Mexico and
twenty three countries around the Caribbean. He said the most enjoyable, memorable,
and rewarding vacations he had ever spent had been right there on Sint Maarten. I agree
with what he said. Happy St.Maarten’s Day.
Time for Remembering
Dear Nancy,
Just recently there was an article in the Saturday Evening Post about St.Martin, the
little island in the Caribbean where I was born. Eleanor and I were discussing the article
and she decided that I should write for you some of the things I remember about my life
in these West Indian Islands. I am not a good story teller but I will try.
I will tell first how the Van Romondt’s came to live on St.Martin. In the early eighteen
hundreds the rulers of Holland needed a wise and distinguished man to be Governor of
their newly acquired half of the island of St.Martin. (The other half was and is still owned
by France). And so they chose Diederick Johannes van Romondt, a gentleman from the
City of Utrecht, and already in the service of his government. He was ‘Master Of The
Mint’. This post would be equivalent to the Treasurer of the United States nowadays.
When he arrived with his band of colonists and retinue of servants the island was
practically a wilderness. The Spanish had discovered and inhabited it for sometime, then
the English. But when they found out that there was no easy gold or wealth to be found
they deserted the island. And so this band of intrepid Dutchmen settled the island and
ruled wisely over the remnants of the early Spanish and English settlers.
In those days anyone with money could own slaves and so they sailed to the
neighbouring islands and traded and bought slaves. These slaves cultivated sugar cane
from which sugar, molasses and rum is made. They tilled the fields, built the sturdy
houses and in fact helped to create the vast estates which the future generations of van
Romondts were to own.
For several generations the descendants of Governor D.J. van Romondt ruled
St.Martin. In each generation there was always one who was appointed Governor, and my
daddy who would be your great grandpa was the last of the line to act as Governor.
He came from a family of eighteen sisters and brothers. All the brothers had been sent
away to school and college. Some went to Holland, some to England or Scotland and
some of them to the United States.
My Daddy attended Princeton University in New Jersey. His name was the same as the
old Governors. Diederick Johannes, but he was known to all his friends , family and
servants as “Mr. Joe.”
As the young men completed their education and returned to their island, their father
(A.A.van Romondt) who was a wealthy merchant established them in business or gave
each one of them an estate which included one on the old manor houses. My Daddy lived
at Belvedere an estate tucked away in the high hills about three miles from the town of
Philipsburg which is the only town and the seat of government of the Dutch part of the
island.
Here I was born on June 7th, l900. I must have been a spoiled little brat, because I had
everything that anyone could desire heaped upon me; so much to eat and drink, all good
things grown on Belvedere, hundreds of acres to wander over and play in, fond parents to
love spoil and protect me; a coloured nurse whose sole responsibility I was whether
asleep or awake.
In another few years a sister Edith and a brother Dick came along, and as they were
born they each had a coloured nurse or Mammy designated to take care of them.
The first thing I remember about ‘my little girl-self’ the day that Edith had a tooth ache.
Her nurse took her on her lap and sang to her and rocked her to sleep. I was so jealous of
the attention she was getting that I faked a toothache so that I could be sung to and
rocked. I can still remember my nurse Mary Anna saying; “Now Miss Irene you ain’t got
no toothache, but I’ll sing to you anyways”, and sing she did and rock me in her arms she
did until I fell asleep.
A hurricane the next thing that stands out in my memory is the hurricane on March 8th,
l908. How the wind did blow and how it howled through the branches of the big tamarind
tree which stood outside mothers bed room. This tree is ancient. It must be 500 to 1000
years old and was much taller than the highest peak of the roof. The hurricane was so
fierce we were afraid the roof would be blown off or that the tamarind tree would be
uprooted and fell on the house. So in the middle of the night mother came to our room
gathered the three of us up and put us in bed between herself and Papa.
The house shook on its solid concrete foundation. We heard the tearing sound of a big
tree falling, but it was not the tamarind tree or I would not be here to tell you these tales,
it was the big frangipani tree in the front yard. Towards morning the winds abated and
Papa must have dozed off. He snored and snored hard. I had never heard a man snore
before and so I became even more frightened than I had been from the hurricane. I was
sure some wild animal was under the bed and was growling and ready to spring, So the
March l908 hurricane was a night to remember.
First school days. The nearest school was three miles away, over rough dirt roads up
and down mountains and down down until we reached the town of Philipsburg which was
at sea level on the ‘Great Bay’. This town was built on a sand bar, just two streets wide,
between the blue Caribbean on one side and the bluer salt lake on the other.
My step grandma and my daddy’s half-sister lived in town. Here I was sent to be
tutored by them and prepared for school. Grandma was a lady of the Victorian era. She
believed that children should be seen and not heard. That they should be punished
severely when they misbehaved. That they should have no light to see them to bed and no
nurse to sleep at the foot of the bed and be at your beck and call.
My what a change this was from the easy life and all the indulgences I had had at
Belvedere. I was lonely. I missed Edith and Dick and had to play all by myself in the
fenced in garden. How I looked forward to Friday evening when the horse and buggy
would be sent from Belvedere to take me home for the weekend.
The first evening at grandma’s dinner table she served pea soup. I did not like pea soup
and said so. She told me ‘you will eat it, or if you don’t it will be served to you again for
breakfast and every meal until you do eat it.” Well I was still full of fresh milk, home
made bread and butter all the good things that we usually had at Belvedere,so I did not
eat it. The next morning I had it and a glass of milk for breakfast. I drank the milk and
left the pea soup. At lunch the coloured cook served it again and leaned over and
whispered;”You ain’t going get nothing else, so you better eat it up.” By this time I was
so hungry I ate it and anything else that was ever served to me in that house.
In a few months Edith was sent in to grandmas to school also. Now I have never been
afraid of the dark, but poor little Edith was, and every night when we were sent to bed in
the dark bed room she had the horrors and imagined that every piece of the large old
mahogany furniture in the room was something to be feared.
I’m Free.
One wet rainy Friday afternoon I was playing all alone in the fenced in garden. I can
remember I was chopping up the think meaty leaf of a cactus plant making belive that it
was a meal. I was cooking it for my children ( four beautiful French dolls imported
especially for me). I was so lonely and I kept wondering why the horse and carriage had
not come to take me home for the weekend. When grandma called me I got the surprise
of my life.
Aunty Clem had come for me. She was mothers unmarried sister who had always
loved me as her own and spoiled me very much. She had persuaded Papa to open up his
town house again after many years. This house is called Dicky Dicks after the man who
built it and it must be hundreds of years old. It was standing long before the Dutch came
to St.Martin. It is a huge rambling house built over a poured concrete first storey. The salt
lake is at the foot of the back yard. A huge balcony runs across the front of the house and
the water cistern which supplied all of our drinking water is under the floor of the pantry
and one bedroom.
Edith, Dick and I and also my nieces Belle, Lucky and Daisy lived and grew up in this
rambling old house with Aunty Clem loving us and caring for us from Monday to Friday.
But every Friday we were off to Belvedere and Mother and Papa for the weekend.
Aunty Clem was easy going and a semi-invalid, so we did as we pleased mostly, with a
little supervision from Zilah our coloured cook and maid. (Zilah Richardson aunt of
L.B.Scot, ended up owning the house on Backstreet. My brother Freddie lived there as
well as Leo Chance, Kenneth van Putten, Max Nicholson etc.)
Every morning before going to school we would put on our funny looking home made
bathing suits run across the two streets to the ocean and swim and play in the water for an
hour or two before going to school.
School now was the Convent school run by the Dominican nuns from Holland. We
went to the upstairs school with the children of all the white government officials and
white families of the town and a few near whites who could afford the tuition. In the
downstairs schools were all the coloured children from the country districts and the
children of the white people from the lower part of town who were not as wealthy as we
were and could not afford tuition.
I went to school there until I was about 14 years old. I had covered as far as the grades
went, then I persuaded my parents to let me go to New York to school. I went with my
uncle Lewis who had property and summered in the USA every year. I attended
Wadleigh High School in New York City for two years, then the U.S.A. declared war
(World War 1) and I was ordered home in a hurry. But that is another story.
And so we will leave off here. However it is interesting to read how the landed gentry
lived one hundred years ago on St.Martin. Belevdere also included Belle Plaine at the
time where cotton was grown. This latter estate was sold to Dr. Hopkins of whom I will
write more at a later date.
HAPPY ST.MARTIN DAY.
Will Johnson

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