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An Attempted Evocation of a Personality,An Appreciation of a Great Landscape Gardener-1960 (article) / To Whom It May Concern
AN ATTEMPTED EVOCATION OF A PERSONALITY*
Mildred Bliss
In the death of Beatrix Farrand the American Society of Landscape Ar-
chitects has lost the last surviving member of that farsighted and talented
group which founded the society and created landscape architectural standards
in this country; and the world has lost a most unusual and a rarely gifted
woman.
In her girlhood the shrewd intellect of her able lawyer-uncle, John Cad-
walader, had already recognized the exceptional abilities of his strong-willed
niece. "Let her be a gardener, or, for that matter, anything she wants to be.
What she wishes to do will be well done." So he punctuated her British garden
trips by giving her shooting parties in Scotland where the gillies pronounced
her "As guid as the best shot of a man"; and from her European travels, whence
descriptive letters testified to her taste, he pondered her keen powers of obser-
vation and her concentrated reading. Finally, having won over the prejudices
of late Victorian standards of what became a "lady," Beatrix Jones settled down
to work at the Arnold Arboretum under Charles Sprague Sargent.
Never was a great teacher granted a pupil more ideally suited to his hopes.
His knowledge was absorbed by her eager young intelligence, and the elderly
Professor Sargent saw his dream of the continuity of horticultural research in
this country assured. And then one day the pupil submitted the plan of a gar-
den - paths, benches, group plantings in height and color - and the professor
frowned. "Don't waste time on what you call design. You must hybridize and
propagate. The only paths necessary are merely for accessibility and there is no
time to sit on benches; a tree stump will do as well."
Later the pupil made one more effort to stir the comprehension of gardens
as an aim in itself, but the master of horticulture could not understand. Sadly
he saw his dream vanish and his beloved pupil leave Jamaica Plain and enter,
one might say, her very personal garden gate.
The following years brought Beatrix Jones experience in the making of
small and of large gardens; in forestation and in giving design and varied unity
to university campuses-Princeton, Yale, and Chicago; and simultaneously her
reputation grew. With her marriage to Dr. Max Farrand, the recognized au-
thority on Benjamin Franklin, and their removal to San Marino, Mrs. Farrand
adapted her ideas born of the California climate, topography, and plant mate-
rial to new treatments and painted her living pictures with hitherto untried
palettes. Here too, she again proved her especial genius for architectural adap-
tation by converting a nondescript, four-room cube into an elongated and par-
ticularly charming home with dignity and every comfort, well suited to the
distinguished director of the Huntington Library and his guests. Her profound
love of trees and plants gave her an understanding - one is almost tempted to
*Reprinted from Beatrix Jones Farrand. 1872-1959; All Appreciation of 11 Great Landscape Gardener (Washington.
D.C., Mrs. Robert Woods Bliss, 1960), 9-17
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say psychological understanding - of their idiosyncracies. But however definite
their preferences and her ready obedience to their needs, she managed some-
how SO to place her axes that the vista she wanted took its place as if by happy
accident.
Unfailingly courteous, she used competently her expressive and beautiful
hands to explain the work to the mason and the bricklayer; or to demonstrate
how and when to prune; or even, when teaching a novice, to lay a few yards of
drain herself. She was, in fact, a thoroughly efficient dirt gardener: her knowl-
edge of plant material had never been limited to landscape gardening, nor the
designing of a livable house to that of the gazebo. Beatrix Farrand knew all of
the problems and ignored none of the difficulties of the exacting but Gentle Art
of Gardening.
Always preoccupied with scale and quality in every manifestation of the
humanities, her imagination, constantly stimulated by association of ideas, was
forever creating enriching surprises for the amateur. The tending of an individ-
ual plant, the protecting of a stone or marble unit, the care of a wooded hillside
equally touched unsuspected responsiveness in the simplest of her fellow work-
ers. They were proud to be associated with her and enjoyed watching the new
horizons she unfolded to them.
While absorbed in making a new garden she kept the individuality of all
other gardens untouched by the personality of the new denizen of her prolific
imaginary world. She wrote little SO as to create the more. Profoundly sensitive
to music and with a fine voice, her greatest sacrifice had been abandoning the
promising career of a singer when she put herself to work under Professor Sar-
gent. However, she never looked back over her musical shoulder, but trans-
ferring her sense of rhythm to the world of nature composed her visual
symphonies.
Redeeming the long-neglected but fine estate of Dartington Hall near
Totnes in Devon gave Mrs. Farrand especial pleasure. The lay of the land, the
climate, the farsighted planned-purposes, and the friendly owners appealed to
her, and the results she obtained were noteworthy until World War II arrested
her work.
But her two greatest loves were her own inherited property of Reef Point at
Bar Harbor on Mount Desert Island and Dumbarton Oaks in Washington,
D.C. On seven acres bounded by Atlantic rocks and a sweep of sea, she SO placed
her sheltering conifers and secluded paths that a most astonishing variety of
shrubs, flowers, and ground cover became a fascinating enclave of erudition on
the scrubby coast of Maine. There she was able to grow plants found as far
north as Newfoundland and as far south as North Carolina. This horticulturist's
paradise could have been the enlightening lantern to guide the researchers of
the future along the road of experimentation - an example of obtaining the
greatest use from a small area and of reaping a large harvest from modest
means. But among other insurmountable obstacles the difficulty of assuring
competent maintenance over years to come loomed too large and Reef Point is
no more. Its library, herbarium, and the invaluable collection of Gertrude
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Jekyll's notes and papers are now properly housed, used, and prized by the Uni-
versity of California in Berkeley.
The gardens at Dumbarton Oaks were perhaps one of the most difficult
problems presented to her, for she found not only an existing and a rather
dominating house and an unusually wide variety of grades, but also the very
definite personal preferences of the owners with their special interest in design
and texture. The gardens were to be for spring and autumn enjoyment and in
winter were to have perennial green in abundance. A swimming pool, tennis
court, and brook completed the illusion of country life, while clever planting
bordering the lawn screened the street on the south side and left the birds un-
disturbed. The onrush of spring at Dumbarton Oaks fairly leaves one breath-
less before the great billowing mass of forsythia tumbling down two hillsides
turned to gold. This and the aerial white hedge of pollarded pear trees are
imaginative plantings seen nowhere else.
Such were Mrs. Farrand's integrity and loyality that, despite the long ab-
sences necessitated by the professional nomadism of the owners, never in all the
years did she impose a detail of which she was "sure" but which the owners did
not "see"; and never were the owners SO persuasive as to insist on a design which
Mrs. Farrand's inner eye could not accept. A deepening friendship born of in-
tellectual challenges, of differing tastes, and of the generous tact of her rich
wisdom made the years of their close association a singularly happy and most
nourishing experience. Never did Beatrix Farrand impose on the land an arbi-
trary concept. She "listened" to the light and wind and grade of each area
under study. The gardens grew naturally from one another until now, in their
luxuriant spring growth, as in the winter when leafless branches show each de-
gree of distance and the naked masonry (from brick and limestone near the
house, through brick and gray stone in the rose garden, towards stone only in
the fountain terrace, and finally to the stone and wood leading to the apple or-
chard), there is a special quality of charming restfulness recognized by thou-
sands of yearly visitors.
There is a touch of whimsy here, an arresting breadth of scale there; and
yet there are details SO unobtrusive that they have to be looked "at" to be seen.
Thus, Dumbarton Oaks has its own personality sculptured from Beatrix
Jones's knowledge and wisdom and from the daydreams and vision of the
owners. The bonds of friendship and affection were firm and the guiding
"anima" of Beatrix Farrand will linger in all the highlights and shadows. One's
constant effort will be to make the future of the Dumbarton Oaks gardens wor-
thy of their birthright.
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