A few minutes sharing
warm boyhood memories...
with Andy Rooney!
By Ann Hauprich ©2003
Click here to read PDF version of this story which
originally appeared in the Summer 2003 edition of Saratoga Living Magazine.
The wit and wisdom of Andy Rooney have earned him legions of fans across the
nation and around the world.
As the author of several bestselling books, an award-winning syndicated
newspaper column and a popular spot on CBS TV's 60 Minutes, his face and voice
rank among the most familiar of our times.
Lesser known -- but equally fascinating -- is the part of Rooney's life that
included more than a few minutes of boyhood adventures in the greater
Saratoga/Capital Region.
For example, he doubts there's anyone alive who knew the barn behind 23 Church
Avenue in Ballston Spa as well as young Andy Rooney.
The Church Avenue house and barn originally belonged to his paternal
grandparents (Charles P. Rooney of England and Annie Aitken Rooney of
Portobello, Scotland) who acquired the property in 1905 when Rooney's father,
Walter Scott Rooney, was in his late teens. Walter and his two older brothers,
Fred and Bill, had spent their earlier years in residences on Ballston Avenue
and Malta Avenue.
By the time Andrew Aitken Rooney came along on January 14, 1919, the Church
Avenue property had become the matrimonial home of his beloved Uncle Bill and
Auntie Belle. The couple initially moved in to help care for Rooney's widowed
paternal grandmother and stayed there until their own deaths in 1950.
Although Uncle Bill was better known throughout the area as William C. Rooney, a
highly respected and community-minded attorney-at-law and Auntie Belle (nee
Annabel Cole) earned accolades as a civic volunteer, their nephew admired and
respected them for other reasons.
"Uncle Bill was the best friend a young boy could ever have," Rooney told
Saratoga Living during a recent telephone interview. "I never lived in Ballston
Spa . . . my parents moved to Albany before I was born . . . but we frequently
came up from Albany -- and always spent Thanksgiving there. Dad's mother was
still alive when I was very young and we'd come to see her and other relatives
and friends who lived in the village."
"The first thing Uncle Bill did when we came was take me up Church Avenue to see
his friend, Frank Winney. Frank had a butternut tree in his backyard and, if it
was the season when the nuts were on the ground, we gathered them up and took
them home. They were good in cookies, but the meat was difficult to extract from
the shells."
Frank Winney ran the dry goods store on Front Street between Joe Sweeney's drug
store and Uncle Bill's upstairs law office at 22 FrontStreet.
While the late merchant's name can still be read in the tiles outside his once
thriving store, no markers were left by Uncle Bill who later moved his practice
to a building on Low Street opposite the Civil Sam statue in Wiswall Park.
"When we came to visit on Saturdays, Uncle Bill would take me by the hand and
walk me along Front Street introducing me to the store owners -- he knew them
all by name and they all made me feel welcome."
Best of all, though, were the times young Andrew (as family called him) shared
with Uncle Bill at 23 Church Avenue, across the street from the Verbeck Mansion.
"I think he missed having children of his own and he enjoyed doting on us,"
reflects Rooney, with reference to himself and his older sister Nancy. "I must
have explored the house and the barn from top to bottom a hundred times with
Uncle Bill between the ages of seven and 14."
Adding to the excitement at 23 Church Avenue was the fact that Rooney's late
cousin Bob, who was 15 years his senior, had electrified the barn one summer
while he was a student at RPI. Bob and his brother Charles lived with their
father, Fred Rooney and his wife, Ella (nee Clements), on nearby McMaster
Street.
Although the horse and buggy had gone the way of the dinosaur by the 1930s,
Rooney insists the barn still smelled like horses when he entered. And despite
the fact that the historic structure was big enough for two cars, Uncle Bill
never put his Reo inside "because the barn was filled with other treasures more
valuable."
Earlier this year, Rooney recalled those treasures as including such artifacts
as "old tools and an old horse saddle with various leather pieces."
Old steamer trunks of part wood, part leather and clothing of bygone eras
provided endless hours of discovery and play in the barn's attic.
"Uncle Bill never threw anything out," mused Rooney, a self-proclaimed "world
class saver" of all manner of things sentimental and nostalgic as well as of
things that might come in handy and/or come back into style one day.
Auntie Belle, meanwhile, had what Rooney dubbed "all the traditional virtues of
a grand aunt. She was very loving and always had huge amounts of food prepared
for us which we used to called the groaning board because it was always bad.
Auntie Belle was a wonderful human being, but a lousy cook."
In those days, Rooney recalls, "There were gardens all around the house with
squash and pumpkins that my aunt later kept in storage with other farm fresh
produce in a cool part of the basement."
The saddest day for his beloved aunt and uncle was the day the Haight House,
once a palatial mansion complete with expansive servants quarters and an outdoor
tennis courts at the corner of East High Street and Church Avenue, was sold.
Half of the magnificent landmark (originally occupied by Theodore Haight of the
American Hide & Leather Company) was dismantled to make room for a gas station
right next door to Auntie Belle and Uncle Bill. The gas station is now a
laundromat. The remaining half of the Haight House still stands on the south
side of East High Street.
Happier memories for Rooney include accompanying his mother down to the Old Iron
Spring along Front Street to sample the village's popular mineral waters --
though he is quick to add that "the charm of its taste escaped my young palate .
. . I hated it!" Although he occasionally stopped at the Old Iron Spring for
nostalgic reasons when passing through the village later in life, Rooney is
adamant the taste of the mineral water did NOT improve with age.
Sampling the sulfur-like water is one of the few unpleasant memories Andy has of
his mother, born Ellinor Reynolds in Albany in 1886. (NOTE: In the course of our
research, we found Ellinor's name written by census takers and other record
keepers as Elleanor and Ellenor. We're told Ellinor is correct.)
When she was a small girl, Ellinor's British-born parents, Annie (nee Colvin)
and John William Reynolds, moved their family -- which also included sons
Charles, William and Ralph and a second daughter, Anna -- to Ballston Spa.
"My mother was raised in a big brown and yellow house known as Deer Park on
Ralph Street. Her family had moved out before I got there," explains Rooney. The
Deer Park property -- now called Kelley Park-- was known for its beautiful
orchards and the Jersey cows kept by the Reynolds family. Rooney's sister,
Nancy, says the Reynolds also kept pigs which were nourished solely with milk
from the Jersey cows and corn grown on the premises.
Originally owned by Harvey Chapman in the 1840s and later run as a farm by
Merritt J. Esmond, the Ralph Street property was purchased by the Reynolds in
1900 from Charles and Cora Blittersdorff.
When a fire damaged the house on New Year's Day 1914, Grandfather Reynolds sold
what remained of the structure to Frank S. Hathorn and his wife Helen. The
Hathorns later sold the property to the Catholic Church which converted the
house into a nunnery.
In the 1960s, a barn on the former Reynolds family homestead (in which Nancy
recalls having seen the year 1860 in the slate roof) was burned to the ground by
vandals -- ironically while a village fire pumper was being stored inside!
With the Civil War era barn went a piece of history Andy and Nancy's mother
liked to relate involving the year a circus came to Ballston Spa. According to
Rooney, one of the circus ponies broke his leg and their mother's brother
Charley brought the little horse home and put it up in a sling in that barn
hoping to save the horse's life. Sadly, the pony perished.
Rooney insists his maternal grandfather was "the principal source of brains" on
his mother's side of the family. Having made his way from Redruth in Cornwall,
England, when he was just 16, John William Reynolds went on to establish a
successful foundry in Ballston Spa.
Grandfather Reynolds also patented half a dozen inventions including a tool with
a handle whose opposite end into an indentation in one end of the round iron
lids of a wood stove. The handle had little ears near the base that acted as a
fulcrum.
Several years ago, Rooney checked around Ballston Spa and was delighted to find
there were still some manhole covers in place in the village which had been made
in his grandfather's foundry. All were clearly imprinted with the name REYNOLDS.
Legend has it that Andrew and Nancy Rooney's grandmother's father came to
America "after being run out of Scotland" for trying to start a union in a paper
mill a ferry's ride away from Glasglow and that "Grandma Annie" didn't come to
this country until two years later because she initially didn't want to leave
her homeland.
Given this colorful family history, it's not surprising that the union between
Ellinor Reynolds and Walter Scott Rooney would produce children and
grandchildren of distinction!
On August 29, 1911 -- a year after Walter graduated from Williams College -- he
exchanged wedding vows with Ellinor in an evening ceremony at her parents' home
on Ralph Street in Ballston Spa.
A newspaper account described the bride as "one of Ballston's most attractive .
. . and popular . . . young ladies." The Rev. Arthur T. Young officiated at the
ceremony which was witnessed by Walter's brother, Bill, and Ellinor's close
friend, M. E. ("Bess") Kerley.
The Kerley family lived in the grand yellow house with the circular front porch
at 72 West High Street. Designed by renowned Albany architect Marcus Reynolds,
the historic structure later served as the offices of The Ballston Journal
newspaper. Rooney¹s mother also had a close friend on McMaster Street named Bess
Valentine whom she dubbed "Bess Val" to distinguish her from Bess Kerley.
According to the newspaper, Miss Cassie Galloghly of Albany "played the strains
of the wedding march" as the bridal party -- including bridesmaids Bess Val and
a young lady named Lucy McCreedy -- descended the stairway.
In a moving tribute published in 1980 following Ellinor Reynolds Rooney's death
following a prolonged illness in her 94th year, Rooney noted that his mother had
won the girls' high jump champion in Ballston Spa 1902 and that, throughout her
long life, she "did a million kindnesses" for her loved ones.
"There were a lot of things she wasn't good at, but no one was ever better at
being a mother," he wrote, noting that she had "unlimited love and forgiveness
in her heart for those close to her. Neither my sister nor I ever did anything
so wrong in her eyes that she couldn't explain it in terms of right. She assumed
our goodness, and no amount of badness in either of us could change her mind. It
made us better."
On the lighter side, Rooney added that his mother, who was educated by private
tutors, earned a reputation "for driving her old Packard too fast and too close
to the right-hand side of the road."
Less has been written about Rooney's father simply because, he says: "I didn't
know him as well as I knew my mother. He traveled a lot. . . he was away three
weeks out of four every month and only home one week a month."
Rooney chuckles that his mother "didn't let my father in on things my sister and
I did that might upset him. For example, she didn't dare show him my report
cards; she signed them and sent them back to school before he came home."
He's quick to add that his father, while quite demanding in many ways, also had
an excellent sense of humor and spent quality time with his young son when he
was not away on business.
"Dad played on the Ballston High football team when he was a teenager and my
friends all thought he was wonderful because he could always seem to relate to
what we kids were going through at various stages of life. My sense of humor
definitely came from my father."
In a commencement address to the 1998 graduating class of The Albany Academy,
Rooney stated: "I never come up the driveway out front or enter this building
without being flooded with great memories. I spent eight of the best years of my
life at the Academy, one in the annex on Elk Street, one in the original old
Academy building and six great years here in this building (on Academy Road ). I
know you wouldn't think so looking at me, but I know every nook and cranny of
this building as well as all of you in uniform do."
As part of the same speech, Rooney told the Academy's 185th graduating class
that he often dreams about what he'd do if he had two lives to live and that
he'd be mighty tempted to start "right here at The Academy. I'd start all over
as a freshman, and, I can promise you, I'd be a much better student the second
time than I was the first. I'd be better because I'd know it was a
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
One of the other things he said he'd do with a second life is go back to
college. After graduating from The Albany Academy with the Class of 1938, Rooney
attended Colgate University, but his studies were cut short at the end of his
junior year in 1941 when he was drafted into the US Army.
While stationed at Fort Bragg in March of 1942, he wed Marguerite ("Margie")
Howard -- whom he had met at Mrs. Munson¹s dancing class in Albany at age 13.
The daughter of prominent Albany orthopedist William P. Howard, Margie graduated
from Bryn Mawr College in Pennsylvania in 1941. Quips Rooney: "She always points
out that she's a year younger than I am, but was a year ahead of me in college."
In February 1943, he was one of six correspondents who flew with the Eighth Air
Force on the first American bombing raid over Germany. Some of his earliest
writing was published in a military periodical where his editor was "a stickler"
for details and accuracy.
Return to civilian life saw the Rooneys welcome four children -- Ellen, Martha,
Emily and Brian -- while Rooney tackled assignments for popular CBS programs
including "The Arthur Godfrey Show" (1949 - 55) and "The Garry Moore Show" (1959
- 65). From 1962 to 1968 he collaborated with the late TV correspondent Harry
Reasoner (Rooney writing and producing; Reasoner narrating) on a number of CBS
News Specials, including an award-winning script on Black America. Somehow, he
also managed to work in writing a twice-weekly column for Tribune Media
Services. The column appears in 200 newspapers as well as a variety of magazines
across the nation.
Although his 12th book, Common Nonsense just hit book shelves and Internet
stores a few months ago, Rooney is already working on another full-length
manuscript due out this fall. Titled Years of Minutes, the book is to include
pieces of past 60 Minutes pieces drawn from his 25 years of commentaries on the
highly rated Prime Time CBS News program.
"I do 35 or 40 pieces for 60 Minutes every year . . . it should be easy to fill
a book," says the man once described by TIME magazine as "the most felicitous
writer in television." He is also among its most honored, having won the Writers
Guild Award for Best Script of the Year six times -- more than any other writer
in the history of the medium. His unique commentaries also earned him Emmys in
1979, 1981 and 1982.
On May 19, 2002, Rooney made headlines when he presented his 800th segment of "A
Few Minutes with Andy Rooney." Earlier this year, he found himself in the eye of
the storm for criticizing the Bush administration's "shock and awe" campaign in
Iraq. Responding to thousands of letters he received in response to his anti-war
statements, Rooney was quoted as saying: "I'm in a position of feeling secure
enough so that I can say what I think is right and if so many people think it's
wrong that I get fired, well, I've got enough to eat."
Although proficient in computer usage, Rooney insists he still prefers to hammer
out correspondence on the same old Underwood No. 5 typewriter that his Uncle
Bill's trusty secretary Ethel Medbery had used to type his legal documents in
Ballston Spa in the 1930s.
Still an early riser at 84, Rooney's alarm goes off promptly at 5:27 each
morning. Why 5:27 rather than say, 5:30? "I hit the wrong button one day and
never bothered to change it."
Over the decades, Rooney -- who resides in Connecticut -- has crafted many
beautiful pieces of furniture and other functional and decorative objects in his
woodworking shops at his vacation homes in Rensselaerville and Lake George.
The Renssaelearville woodwork shop measures 25' x 25' and is just 20 feet away
from The Pentagon, a five-sided building (eight feet on a side) he built in 1988
so he would a quiet place to write when vacationing with the family.
Although he contends he "can get tired of writing and cutting wood in under a
minute," the fact is that three of Rooney's books were written in the solitude
of The Pentagon.
Because of surgery on his right arm to correct Carpel Tunnel Syndrome, Rooney
hasn't been tackling many woodworking projects lately. "I don't think it's a
good idea to get too close to a saw blade just yet," he laughs.
Having also had his leg injured last Christmas on his way to buy a newspaper in
a blizzard, Rooney says he's content to be able to hold a racquet and play
tennis a few times a week.
This summer, Rooney hopes to spend as much time as possible with Margie, their
children and grandchildren and his sister, Nancy, at the tranquil camp on Lake
George's Pilot Knob that has been in the family since 1926.
Those vacations will, no doubt, yield ideas for more than a few minutes of fresh
television essays, newspaper columns and -- who knows? -- maybe even a
bestselling book about some the fascinating "faces behind the places" that
captured a very young Andy Rooney's heart and mind right here in Saratoga
County!