When Andrew Carnegie purchased the land for his new home in 1898, one magazine described the area as "only one remove from goatville"-with almost half the lots on the adjacent block still empty. Rather than continue the march of millionaires up Fifth, Carnegie decided to leap more than ten blocks past the northern most mansion to the avenue's highest point.
The location made sense for a man who stood apart. In an era filled with big businessmen and philanthropists- he was bigger than them all.
Born in 1835 in a one-room cottage in Scotland, Carnegie became the richest man in the world. He made his hundreds of millions through the steel industry- at one point his company, Carnegie Steel, produced more steel than all of Britain. Then later in life he decided to give most the money away. This philanthropic bent, as one historian notes, paradoxically made him a more ruthless boss. Though he had once supported unions, in the mid-1880s he cut wages and lengthened the eight-hour workday to 12. And in 1892, decisions by him and manager of his steel plant, Henry Clay Frick, led to one of the bloodiest labor battles the country had ever seen.
The mansion's design-overseen by Carnegie's wife, Louise- reflected Carnegie's priorities in his retirement years: family, friends, and philanthropy. He and his wife loved nature and wanted a place for their five-year-old daughter Margaret to play. So they installed a garden more than half the size of the mansion and filled it with azaleas, rhododendrons, roses, and fully grown trees uprooted and transported from Connecticut and New York State.
Louise sized the dining room to suite Carnegie's appetite for entertaining. His most frequent guests were writers, statesmen, and scientists and he asked them to sign the tablecloth, which servants then embroidered. Among them were several U.S. presidents, Madame Curie, Henry James, and Mark Twain, one of Carnegie's closest friends, who regularly received whiskey form the seventy-five gallon cask Carnegie kept in his basement.
The greatest attention, however, was lavished on his libraries , where he indulged his lifelong love of books. A private elevator dropped him right in from of the family library on the second floor, also called the "teak room" for its intricately carved paneling from India. There, Carnegie enjoyed reading Shakespeare, Wordsworth, and the Bible and listening to Scottish ballads and American folksongs on the Victor Talking Machine.
