Princess Naomi

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Princess Naomie and her grandchildren in 1930’s photo taken by Reginald Bolton.

Author’s note: Published reports and records vary about the spelling of Kennedy’s first name. According to descendants her name was spelled Naomie.

Since moving to Inwood  I’d heard stories of an almost mythical figure known only as Princess Naomie, who, in the 1930’s, took up residence near the old tulip tree in Inwood Hill Park. The site of the tree, which was felled by a hurricane in 1938, is now marked by a boulder with a plaque claiming to be the spot where Native Americans sold the entire island of Manhattan for a handful of trinkets. But for years, or so I’d been told, the shady spot along the Spuyten Duyvil, belonged to Naomie.

The story of Naomie fascinated me and I decided to make a trip to the National Museum of the American Indian to make an inquiry. What I received was an earful and an education on the public’s romantic notion of Indian life as presented in both history books and popular culture.  “First of all,” I was told, “there is no such thing as an Indian Princess.

Have you ever heard of an Indian King or Queen or Duke?” the woman asked in an unabashedly mocking tone.

No,” I apologized, not meaning to offend.

Soon a rational discussion began, but the helpful staff of librarians and historians could find no mention of Naomi, sometimes spelled Naomie, in their records.

So the hunt continued—but gradually I began to stumble on bits and pieces of Naomi’s life and times in Inwood Hill.

Her real name was Naomie Kennedy.  She hailed from New Orleans.  And, if the stories are to be believed, she was of Cherokee descent.   (The original inhabitants of the area had been the Lenape.)

New York Evening Post, 1935.

According to a 1935 column in the New York Evening Post, titled “A Good Time on a Quarter,” tourists, curious New Yorkers and children could take the subway to 207th Street and “lunch with an Indian with a gold tooth.”

The Indian, of course, was Naomie.

According to the article, in order to reach Naomie, one had to “walk west into Inwood Hill Park and take the plainly marked trail to the Tulip tree where Hendrick Hudson stepped ashore to barter with the Indians.

And while the writer of the Post article, one Henry Beckett, may not have had a full grasp of Hudson’s voyage nor the politically correct vernacular of the modern age, he had met Naomie under the tulip tree in 1935 and left behind a description for the ages.

Tulip tree and cottage, 1913. (Source: Library of Congress)

According to Beckett, “Just beyond the tree, now dying at last, is a small brown house with green shutters. Go around to the front porch.  Unless unlucky, Indian braves and squaws in rocking chairs making souvenir trinkets of bright beads. Speak boldly, for there’s not a tomahawk on the premises, and ask for Princess Naomi.”

“Okay friend,” she said, using the Cherokee word for “righto,” when I requested a pow-wow. “Step inside and have a chair while I get my specs.”

Although her skin is coppery, the princess has a smile that is literally golden because of a gold tooth.  She wears Indian clothes decorated with much beadwork.

Boxer Bill Kennedy

“Cherokees,” she said, “don’t have much show around here, so I am lucky to have this place.  I come from Oklahoma and my tribe used to live in Georgia, where they learned to speak English.  Well, I always wanted to come to New York, but my son, a boxer—he goes by the name of Billy Kennedy—told me I couldn’t stand an ordinary house, with steam heat, so he put in an application to get me the post of caretaker here.”

Thus it happens that a Cherokee princess is now queen of the Vale of Shora-Kap-Pok, a glen where the Weckuaesgeek once lived.

Naomie then went on to tell the reporter that she had held the post for the past six years.

“I must be the goods,” Naomi said.

Princess Naomie in front of Indian caves in Inwood Hill Park. (New Yorks Times, Nov. 15, 1936)

“All of the Indians in the city, about 600 of them, members of fifty tribes, come to see me.  Some make baskets, bracelets, and moccasins. Those on the porch now are Iroquois.  I get along with them all—Algonquians, Mohawk, anything.  I’m vice-president of the United Indians of America, a Brooklyn organization.  September 29 is Indian Day up here.  Big Doings.”

Naomie went on to tell the reporter, “Back in the woods a bit is what’s called an Indian cave, but between you and I and the gate-post, I don’t believe Indians ever lived there. It leaks.  Oh, here comes Chief White Eagle. My tribalman.”

“The chief,” the article continues, “who lives at the Y.M.C.A. and is a CWA recreation leader, wants to establish a real Indian village, with tepees and more substantial houses, all in Indian style.”

Interviewing Chief White Eagle, the reporter learned more of the plan for an Indian village in the park: “Indians would come here from all over.  Railroads could advertise it. Grand publicity.  I have a general plan for the village, but in order to lay it out right I must first fly over the ground in an airplane.”

Following up on Chief White Eagle’s comment, the reporter wrote: “The Chief’s countenance was as solemn as a Chief’s face should be. If the idea of using an airplane to lay out an Indian village struck him as incongruous, he did not show it.”

In summary, the Post reporter wrote, “The attractions of Inwood Park include glacial pot holes, with boulders maybe 50,000 years old, a shell heap indicating hundreds of years of Indian feasting, the pottery studio of Harry and Aimee Voorhees and the Dyckman Institute with its collections.

You too dear reader can lunch with an Indian princess on the shore of the Spuyten Duyvil (Harlem Ship Canal to you). Bring your own lunch.

EXPENSES: Subway: 10 cents. Large root beer served by princess: 10 cents. Bead trinket: nickel.  Total: Two bits.

Princess Naomie, Utica NY Observer, 1932.

But Princess Naomie was much more than a local curiosity.  She was part of a growing neighborhood of which she truly seemed to care about.

Niagara Falls Gazette, Dec. 24, 1932

Several years before the article in the Post, Naomie saw a group of nearly thirty Inwood kids sliding and playing on the then frozen Spuyten Duyvil.  According to a 1932 article in the Niagara Falls Gazette, Naomie warned the children that the ice was dangerously thin; but kids being kids, they failed to heed her warning.

A short time later the ice gave way.

Naomie and her son Bill were helpless to stop the unfolding tragedy as they watched the kids take the icy plunge from the window of their cottage.

As the wet and shivering children scrambled out of the Spuyten Duyvil many likely made their way to Naomie’s cottage, described as a wooden shack directly across from the old Isham Park Yacht Club.

Unfortunately one child, ten-year-old James “Red” McGuire, who lived on Cooper street and attended Good Shepherd, drowned in the tragedy.

Of course there are other sources that mention Princess Naomie including the oral histories collected by author Jeff Kisseloff in his book “You Must Remember This.”

In one section Kisseloff  interviews Dorothy Menkin who moved to Inwood from the Bronx in 1933.  In the book Menkin describes the Inwood Hill Park of her youth: “There were two peach trees at the very top overlooking Dyckman Street.  The kids used to eat them, and of course they got sick.  Then there was the famous tulip tree.  It was almost dead then.  They were propping it up with cement.  The Indians would come in September and dance around that tree and sing their songs.  Princess Naomi had her little gift shop next to the tree.  She was some character.  She was in costume all the time, but come Sunday she took the costume off and walked around 207th Street with high heels and everything.”

Another former Inwood resident, Mary Devlin, who was born in 1900, also had fond memories of Princess Naomie.  From her description to Jeff Kisseloff: “I used to take my children up to Inwood Hill Park every day.  There was a big spring right by Princess Naomi’s shop.  I would bring my empty milk bottles, fill them with water, and bring them home.

Princess Naomi was lovely.  My children were crazy about her.  She had a little museum with trinkets and things.  On Labor Day weekend, they had pow-wows every year.  The Indians came from all over, and they pitched their tents.  Then the men would put up a platform, where they all did their dances, and they had Indian contests.”

Annual Indian Day Festival in Inwood Hill Park, New York Times, October 1, 1934.

But while these staged gatherings were thrilling events for the children of Inwood and the surrounding region, the participants themselves often had misgivings about the performances.

Native American Gloria Miguel, who lived in Brooklyn, dreaded the subway rides to Inwood.  Half Algonquin and half Cuna (a Central American tribe), young Gloria, who answered to Bright Moon at home, described her childhood experiences to Jeff Kisseloff:

When I went up to Inwood, it was like a big spotlight on me.  I went along with my family because they took me, but I was very shy about it. I didn’t want people to look at me or take photographs of me.  It wasn’t until later that I realized that my background was something to be very proud of and that those people were just ignorant.

I had a North American outfit that my mother made for me.  It was a little dress made of cloth with some fringe on it.  I had moccasins and a beaded headband.  It was just a show outfit.  It wasn’t from the background of my people.  Since my parents did this for show business, they dressed according to what the show was.  They both had authentic costumes at home.  I just sat in my costume and watched.

Indian festival day in Inwood Hill Park, 1930’s. (Source: Public Places of Childhood, 1915-1930, Sanford Gaster)

With the pow-wows (where she met Crazy Bull, the grandson of Sitting Bull) they were grasping onto the culture, trying to be proud in their way.  That moment was there for them before going back to welfare and their own neighborhood.  It was their way of holding on.”

Robert Moses

By 1938, Robert Moses, as part of his development plan for the park, evicted all of the residents, legal or illegal, of Inwood Hill.  There were house-boaters, potters, squatters and of course Princess Naomie and her son Billy Kennedy, a featherweight boxer who helped build and paint fences in the park when he wasn’t in the ring. (His boxing record: won 19 (KO 3) + lost 28 (KO 10) + drawn 10 = 62)

Years later, Moses would say of the eviction process, which included chopping down what was left of the tulip tree: “There were other trees, many decrepit. In the middle was a kiln where an Indian princess taught ceramics under dubious auspices. She had a son who didn’t work. Both were on relief, and the relief checks were delivered to the princess at a mailbox fastened to a tree. The hullabaloo about disturbing the princess, the kiln, the old tulip tree, and other flora and fauna was terrific.” (Public Works, 1970).

Where Princess Naomie wound up after her unceremonious eviction in a mystery to this writer, but hopefully someone reading this article can help fill in those missing pieces.

Since writing this post someone did indeed come forward to fill in a few holes in this fascinating tale.

Recently I received an email from a descendant of Princess Naomie named Jewel Van Loenen. Jewel was kind enough to share the photos and press clippings from a family scrapbook that accompany the below text. 

Jewel writes:

Marie Noemie Boulerease Constantine Kennedy Photographed in Inwood Hill Park.

Princess Naomie was my great grandmother.

My cousin Nora in Louisiana is 85 years old and tells stories about going to Inwood to visit grandma. She also said grandma had several famous friends, Caesar Romero and Red Skelton. Nora’s father and mother came to stay to help train Billy for the fights.

My mother lived in California.  She would write letters to her grandma and her grandma sent her these newspaper articles.

She also sent her beads and a woven basket, both of which I now have.  She only met her grandmother after she was an adult and by then Grandma was quite old.  I met her once when I was about 7 years old.  She is somewhat of a legend in our family.  The cousins that were raised around her have many stories to tell.

New York Sun, August 29, 1934.

In the article from the New York Sun dated August 29, 1934, it says “In the summer her son, Billy Kennedy, former New Jersey lightweight champion, lives with her, and sells picture postcards, cold drinks, ice cream pies and peanuts…….”   It also says,” her only neighbors are Mrs. Aimee Voorhees and her sister, Miss Marie La Prince who have lived in the park for twenty years.”

There are conflicting stories about her birthplace.  She says in the newspaper articles, and on the 1930 Census, Oklahoma City, OK .  On her death Certificate her son reported New Iberia, Louisiana.

She was born October 5, 1871 and record keeping was not as good as today.  I have not found a marriage certificate for her and either of her husbands.  I will keep looking.

Thank you for your interest in grandma.”

Princess Noemie holds court in Inwood Hill Park.
Princess Noemie Mother of Indians.
Princess Noemie article from family scrapbook.
Princess Noemie strikes a pose. (Source: family scrapbook)
Princess Noemie. (Copy accompanied above photo) Source: Kennedy family scrapbook.

15 COMMENTS

  1. I remember going into Inwood Park in the fall with my class and many other classes to celebrate the sale by the Indians to Peter Minuet for trinkets worth I think $65.00 I was too young to keep correct numbers in my head. I have so many fond memories of Inwood Park. We lived on Seaman Ave.

  2. Thank you for taking the time to research the story of “Princess” Naomi and sharing your findings with us. It is important to dispel the “myths” created by the dominant culture about who and what the Native peoples this land were, and still are. There is still much ignorance, mis-understanding and false information/ideas about the first inhabitants of this continent. Oliwini.

  3. My mother, who was born in 1925, told us stories of Princess Naomi. She lived at 5000 Broadway. She remembered the Indian shop and playing with the “princess’s” grandson. I really didn’t credit much of the story, until reading your article. Thanks so much! She also recounted walking across the George Washington Bridge on opening day after being inspired by Mayor LaGuardia?

  4. My parents, who moved to Inwood in 1939, told me about an Indian who used to live in Inwood Park, but I think they might have heard about it from someone else. Also I think they told me she lived at the spot where the horse shoe court used to be, on Payson and Beak Street, though I could be wrong. The old tree was still there by Spuyten Duyvil when I was a baby, but only in the form of a stump. I was taught that Indians had sold Manhattan Island at that spot $24 or $32, but later on they told me that the Indians that sold it were just passing by and didn’t even live on Manhattan Island but they were from Brooklyn, and Indians had no concept of selling land anyway. (Another case of itinerant Brooklyn hucksters fleecing the honest citizens of Inwood!)

    When I was a baby my mother would sometimes bring me up there to play. I’d be digging in the ground and I’d come upon a lot of oyster shells. Those went back to the old Indian days as oysters no longer were found there. I always kept my eyes peeled for a four leaf clover, because “I’m Looking Over A 4 Leaf Clover” was a popular song then, and I heard it on, I think, the Arthur Godfrey show on the radio that my parents listened to. Once I actually found one too, but that wasn’t by Spuyten D, it was “down the river”, that is the Hudson north of Dyckman.

    LL

  5. when my father first moved to inwood in the 30’s, the princess was still living in the park. he didn’t know what had become of her. thanks so much for filling in the gaps and for a fully researched interesting article.

  6. She was my great grandmother, she was a remarkable women. I did not see her to often but I do remember her telling me to always carry my knife, I was I guess around five are six years old.

  7. What a fabulously interesting story regarding Princess Naomi(e) that somehow, someway, was picked up by a direct descendant of the Princess, Jewel Van Loenen, who provided so many articles and information regarding the iconic figure of her grandmother. Add to this the interesting memories provided by various Inwood residents, and one need only to read and comprehend what a labor of love is the Cole Thompson site titled ‘My Inwood’.

  8. my Mother, who moved to Indian Road in 1923, often told me about the Indians who lived by the Tulip Tree. She lived in this area and played in the park with her younger brother. She also told me about the Lenape who came to say prayers and hold ceremonies at the graves of their tribal members. Much later in the 1940’s I would come here from Academy Street and have a picnic lunch high up in the hill overlooking where the Tulip Tree had stood for so many years. My Grandmother went high up because there was a sour cherry tree there and we would pick the cherries for jam. Also, before we’d leave we walk towards Indian Road where the field contain lots of green onions. We’d go home with armfuls which shed use in her cooking. My Grandparents moved down to Vermilyea Avenue during the Depression but she remember where all the wonderful things grew. I had a box full of arrow heads and bones that my Mother’s two brothers had collected but my Dad thought they were “germ carriers” and got rid of them. During rainy times skulls and bones would show up in Payson Park, just across from the buildings. My friend Joan Gertes who lived nearby, brought them home and her Dad brought them to The Indian Museum. That’s what he told us, anyway. They owned the German Deli on 207th Street, just West of Broadway, near Cushman’s or Hanscom’s bakeries that were on both corners , downtown and uptown of 207th Street.

  9. Yes, I rambled on because I wanted to get the memories, that the detailed story brought back, down. This was an inspirering story. When my Mom told me about the Indian kids and the souvenir shop, it was vague but this story was so detailed and clear. Wonderful! I went back for the first time in over 40 years but this article has inspired me to return and do more exploring. What did Robert Moses want with Inwood Hill Park? He tried to destroy Greenwich Village but we fought back, lying in the street to prevent trucks. Oh, there I go again. I loved your story, is there a book?

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