PRINCE’S BAY, Staten Island, Part 2

by Kevin Walsh



One of the places I visited in 2005, and have only been in once or twice since, is Prince’s Bay, on the south shore of the island about 3/4 distance to the end of Staten Island and the southernmost place in New York State in Tottenville, Ward’s Point.

Confusion has existed for decades about the neighborhood’s correct spelling, though most signs have it correctly now, including the “official” sign on Amboy Road and Seguine Avenue shown here. After the Revolutionary War ended, New York City virtually divested itself of royal place names, though Prince Street in Manhattan and Kings Highway in Brooklyn are still there. According to tradition, Prince’s Bay is so-called because before the Revolution, a British prince, the Duke of Nassau, who later became William III (he co-reigned with his wife and first cousin Mary II as William and Mary), once anchored a vessel in the actual bay at the foot of today’s Seguine Avenue. The name of the area is properly spelled with an apostrophe, though variants due to mispronunciation like “Princess Bay” have appeared in print. The French Huguenot Seguine family were early settlers in the area and resided here for a couple of centuries.

Interestingly one of my sources has it that long ago, Prince’s Bay was known as Skunk’s Misery, but that’s not corroborated elsewhere. In Nassau County, there is a Skunk’s Misery Road in Locust Valley, and perhaps the two are connected in some manner.

When I left off in Part 1, I had just visited the various historic locales in southern Prince’s Bay, some of which are still standing in pristine condition (Seguine Mansion) horribly abandoned and uncared-for (Manee-Seguine House) and completely demolished (S.S. White dental products factory). Today, I’ll inspect the Lemon Creek area and then onto Prince’s Bay’s northern flank.


Though various maps over the years have tried to make Johnston Terrace longer and connect it to Hylan Boulevard a mile to the west, reflecting various development plans that haven’t panned out, the actual road is a glorified dead end that nonetheless provides access to Lemon Creek marina as well as Lemon Creek Park.

There is another section of Johnston Terrace west of here, separated from this section by Lemon Creek itself. The two sections were once connected by a hand-operated drawbridge; I wish I had been here when it was in operation, since it was unique to New York City. It had been put out of business years before Hurricane Sandy hit; I wish I had included this section of Prince’s Bay in today’s walk, since it’s fairly wild and undeveloped. Maybe on my next trip.


Lemon Creek drains into Raritan Bay at this point. According to NYC Parks, it has been known by a number of names over the years including Seguine’s Creek and Little North River. Lemon Creek was settled on, though lamon trees are not native this far north. Perhaps there was a yellowish reflection in the water, or a person named Lemon owned property nearby.

If you look at most paper maps of the region, and even Google, they render Lemon Creek as relatively short. In fact they only show Lemon Creek’s wider, more navigable section. Some years ago I prepared a map showing where it turns up north of here, as it runs through several open spaces and backyards in the area with, as we’ll see, a few secluded public areas. The creek also has a few unnamed tributaries. Main roadways are discreetly bridged over these small trickling creeks, while in some cases the creek is carried underground only to pop up again.
















At the west end of Johnston Terrace is an unusual bird sanctuary created for purple martins, a migrating bird in the swallow family, as well as birdhouses for other species. The purple martin colony was created in 1916 by area resident Howard Cleaves, who built a pair of birdhouses for them behind his house on Purdy Place. Cleaves moved away in 1918, but didn’t forget about the martins and built these unusual birdhouses for them here on Johnston Terrace.

The martins migrate to South America for the winter months, but spend spring and summer here. Native Americans discovered that the martins would nest in empty gourds that they would hang on trees. The martins were useful because they preyed on insect pests, and the hanging gourds made them less susceptible from  atttacks from hawks, raccoons, cats, etc. The martins got used to the gourds, so the present birdhouses are shaped like them.  The birds became so dependent on man that today, no eastern purple martins nest in the wild — only in shelters provided by people.


Plenty of  other bird species are tenanted here.

Raritan Bay is an indentation of the Atlantic Ocean between southwest Staten Island and Sandy Hook, NJ. The bay as well as Raritan Borough in Middlesex County, NJ and the Raritan River are named for a subdivision of the Lenape Native American tribe. In Native American Place Names in NYC, Robert Steven Grumet asserts that the name means “point on a tidal river.”

Here, Raritan Bay has an expansive beach but unlike the South Beach area in Arrochar and Midland Beach, it’s never been promoted as a safe swimming area, though no doubt Staten Islanders find it a decent area for fishing and sun bathing in season.


Looking west from the end of Johnston Terrace we see the Prince’s Bay Light as well as one of the remaining buildings in the Mount Loretto Orphanage. The current lighthouse was constructed in 1864 for the sum of $30,000 which was approved by Congress. The attached lightkeepers cottage was completed in 1868. Previous lights had shone from Prince’s Bay since 1837. The portion of the grounds where the lighthouse stands is not open to the public, but Lighthouse Friends (linked above) has full details, as well as some close-up photos of one of NY State’s oldest lighthouse buildings. Meanwhile, I visited several of the remaining lighthouses in the Staten Island-New Jersey area on a boat tour in September 2012, a few weeks before Hurricane Sandy. The original lighthouse was deactivated in 1922, with the range light in the foreground erected in 1953.

A feature of this beach until a few years ago was a series of fascinating rock sculptures built by Staten Island Zoo employee Douglas Schwartz. State agencies banned him from continuing the hobby in 2011, citing safety regulations.

Some of the Bluffs of Mount Loretto can also be seen from here. At a full 85 feet above Prince’s Bay they are the tallest ocean-facing cliffs in New York State. They have been here since the age of dinosaurs a good 135 million years ago.


One of the tallest structures in southern Staten Island, the Old Church of Saints Joachim and Anne, constructed on the Mount Loretto grounds in 1891, can easily be seen above the treeline. The church was used for exterior shots in the Mob classic The Godfather in 1972. While most of the church burned down in 1973 it was rebuilt three years later. The church is no longer a parish church but is used for various functions by the Mount Loretto orphanage.

The founder of Mount Loretto, Father John C. Drumgoole (1816-1888) immigrated from County Longford, Ireland, in 1825 to join his mother in America after his father’s death, and took work as a shoemaker when he became of age. He became the sexton and janitor of St. Mary’s parish in Manhattan’s Lower east Side in 1844, the third oldest NYC parish, and took a special interest in the thousands of homeless and orphaned children wandering the streets after coming to America in the aftermath of Ireland’s potato famine of the 1840s, or were left parentless during the Civil War. He provided food and shelter to these destitute youth in the basement of St. Ann’s for 21 years.

Drumgoole had always aspired to the Catholic priesthood and after attending St. John’s College in the Bronx, now Fordham University and the Seminary of Our Lady of Angels near Niagara Falls, he was ordained at age 53 in 1870. He continued to help homeless children in the succeeding years.

In those days tuberculosis and influenza ran rampant in the city’s poorer sections and it was thought that fresh air played a large part in recuperation and recovery. Thus, Fr. Drumgoole sought property well outside of town and in 1882 purchased the land in southwest Staten Island that is now known as the Mount Loretto orphanage.

In March 1888, Fr. Drumgoole died during an illness acquired when he was caught out during the Blizzard of ’88 that month.

In 1941, what is now the Korean War Veterans Parkway was constructed and named for Father Drumgoole. The parkway’s service roads still bear his name.


Totemic art sculpture on the Raritan Bay beach. I’m reminded of the Martian leader in 1959’s Angry Red Planet.

The remains of a dock appear on the beach at the end of Seguine Avenue, which here is reduced to a sandy/muddy track through the phragmites. Presumably the dock was once used by the Seguine family as well as the various buisnesses centered in what became the S.S. White dental works.

The name on the sign indicates that the true spelling of the neighborhood is still in dispute in some quarters. In fairness I’m told that locals pronounce it “Princess” Bay, no matter what the spelling. This spelling is carried through on the organization’s website. It was founded in 1934 to assist yachters, clammers, sport and commercial fishermen in the area.

Heading north on Seguine again toward Hylan. Two different philosophies in residential construction.


OK, taking a left turn on Hylan Boulevard, the sidewalk peters out, as it often does in this land of automobiles. It’s not easy to cross 6 lanes of fast and furious traffic here, so I didn’t — I walked in the bike lane.


Staten Island’s south shore features a lot of new construction — this end was the last to ve developed after the bridge opened in 1964, and when I started coming out here on bus rides and hikes as early as the early 1970s, a lot of it was still somewhat rural. This residence likely predated the bridge by a few decades.

Inez Street, a dead end on Hylan Blvd. just a bit east of Lemon Creek, looks exactly the same as when I first saw it in the 1970s. There are a couple of homes on it but it does not appear on google maps, which is otherwise thorough.

Inez is Spanish for Agnes. For many years in the 19th Century Spanish immigrants had lived in a nearby cottage development at the end of Poillon Avenue in Huguenot, which included the residence of activist/journalist Dorothy Day for many years, but the properties were sold and razed in 2000 before they could be landmarked. This street name could be reflective of their presence in the area.


This is also the location of one of the remotest bus stops in New York City — it’s not even paved. S78 buses to the St. George Ferry and the S59 bus to the Staten Island Mall stop here.


Hylan Boulevard is carried over Lemon Creek just west of Bayview Avenue. This view is looking south toward the marina at Johnston Terrace.


Turning north on Bayview, which is a very old road — it turns up on maps as far back as 1874. It does without a sidewalk for much of its length.


Near Vail Avenue Bayview is bridged over a Lemon Creek tributary. For want of a batter name, I’ll hereby call it the Bayview Avenue Bridge.

The State of New York Department of Environmental Conservation has set up this relatively new sitting area overlooking Lemon Creek. It’s a handy place to sit down and ponder your inadequacies while enjoying twittering birds and imagining you are far away from New York, which, physically, you are, from Manhattan, at least.


This expansive house with a front and side porch and octagonal corner tower is at the corner of Bayview and Finlay Avenues. As you go north you see several smaller houses, but older.

As stated Bayview Avenue turns up on maps as early as 1873. This trio of buildings are likely a century old, though they have modern siding of various ages. Note the wide lawns and lack of sidewalks. The wide lawns, at least, are counter to the modern idea of maximizing space with parking areas and garages.

Bayview Avenue is bridged over Lemon Creek at Excelsior Avenue. I remember reading somewhere that this had been a retractable bridge at one time (which is pulled along a track to open), but if it was there, it was replaced long ago. Excelsior Avenue takes its name from the motto of New York State, a Latin term meaning “higher” or “upward.”

The part of Bayview Avenue between the creek and the Staten Island Railway overpass is where you will find the greatest concentration of Bayview Avenue’s classic buildings. Some seem to have been built as early as 1885 and many retain original ornamentation and appearances. Special attention has been given to window treatments.


Bayview Avenue runs through a shallow valley at this point. I’d guess that when the Staten Island Railway was elevated on a trestle in the 1930s, this adjacent dwelling had to be raised as well. It now takes a 3-flight stair climb to reach it.

These dwellings on either side of the railroad feature tall conifers on their properties facing the sidewalk, a decent cooling measure in the warm months.

Turning right on Amboy Road from Bayview, this is the landmarked Abraham Wood House, 5910 Amboy Road near Seguine Avenue, built in about 1840 by the oysterman and farmer. Note the eyelet windows on the second floor.

From the NYC Landmarks Preservation Commission’s 1973 report:

“This simple frame house, built in the Greek Revival style, was erected as a farmhouse shortly after Abraham J. Wood acquired the land from Joseph Sprague in September of 1840. It is located on a low, grassy knoll set back from Amboy Road, which is one of the oldest roads on the island, having been laid out in May 1709. By the mid-18th Century it had become one of the major routes between New York and Philadelphia for the stages forced to bypass the New Jersey Meadows.”

Other notable buildings in Staten Island


This pair of classic street signs appears outside an adjoining home. This is not a Staten Island intersection, so the signs likely came from elsewhere.

Another pair of classic, if not historic, dwellings on Amboy Road between Bayview and Seguine Avenues.



NY2AZ January 4, 2016 - 10:53 am

Re: Inez St. – 10th century (900 AD)? A key stroke in time saves 9. However, the “remotest bus stop” photo that follows is includes a rare 1969 Camaro (Z-28?) convertible. Very nice. Now, take a deep breath & move forward in 2016.

Tom Magda January 14, 2016 - 10:55 am

Great site. Love that you caught that 1969 Camaro in the pic. Can’t be a Z/28. No such animal as a ’69 Z/28 convertible.

Larry January 4, 2016 - 12:05 pm

I used to enjoy taking joy rides to SI before the bridge opened..It was so rural in some another world…

Tom Walsh January 4, 2016 - 6:25 pm

Hi, Kevin, Happy New Year. I’m not so sure about Mount Loretto having “the tallest ocean-facing cliffs in New York State.” I’ve spent some time at Shadmoor and Camp Hero in Montauk. The cliffs there are dizzying. But I can’t find any citation as to their height.

BobK January 4, 2016 - 8:13 pm

Dear Kevin: Thanks for another extraordinary walking tour through part of my home town that I’ve never seen before and which — at age 81 — I’m not likely to ever visit. Your tours keep on proving that there’s no other place like New York, anywhere!

Edward January 4, 2016 - 11:25 pm

Well done, as usual. There are parts of Prince’s Bay that I, a native Islander, have never seen until now. I imagine the house on Bayview near the railroad tracks is at the same level it always has been. Most streets running under railroad trestles on the SIR were lowered, and the tracks raised slightly. Most likely a trench was dug in front of the home, thereby necessitating the stairs to climb up to what was previously street level. As for Prospect St and Canterbury Ave, the only intersection I see on Google Maps where those two streets meet is in nearby Ramsey, NJ. What a Staten Islander would want that in his yard I’m not sure, maybe an old Jersey resident who misses home? Thanks again!

Edward January 4, 2016 - 11:59 pm

Canterbury Drive, not Avenue.

Dom April 13, 2016 - 12:03 pm

Beautiful recognition of Prince’s Bay! As a long time Amboy Road resident, I agree the town still has maintained it’s Rural/Suburban Character. Prince’s Bay is still a wonder community to reside in and raise a family. Also you may add photos of the beautiful stone wall bordering the Kane Pond preserve which is also part of the Bluebelt DEP System on Amboy Road between Scudder/Bayview Avenues & Parkwood Avenue. As for the street sign Prospect St/Canterbury Drive which is located on the property of Puma Manor, perhaps the owner is a collector of old street signs, and perhaps he just liked the street names. D. Puma

NY2AZ January 5, 2016 - 10:45 am

Uh, never mind. “It depends on what the meaning of ‘is’ is”. Sorry.

John January 5, 2016 - 12:19 pm

Thank you for covering S.I. You previously mentioned that there were few “hits” when you covered it. This article reminds me of what it was like pre-1964.

Darlene February 10, 2016 - 8:39 pm

I enjoyed reading about Princes Bay, where I grew up many years ago. I know where the Lemon Creek bridge was near the marina, and I know who used to open it. My home was on Valdimar Ave. and nearby was a pond with several springs, which was the headwaters of Lemon Creek. It formed a pond called Sharrot’s Pond, where much of the town would go to ice skate on winter weekends. It had been a pond where ice was cut for ice boxes in earlier times. We used to catch baby eels in Lemon Creek, and gigantic, six foot eels crawled out of the mud when they tried to drain Sharrot’s Pond. What a travesty that was! Every fish and turtle died, as well. Finally, they could not build because of the springs. It had been a beautiful place…

Dom March 15, 2016 - 10:26 am

Beautiful recognition of Prince’s Bay! As a long time Amboy Road resident, I agree the town still has maintained it’s Rural/Suburban Character. Prince’s Bay is still a wonder community to reside in and raise a family. Also you may add photos of the beautiful stone wall bordering the Kane Pond preserve which is also part of the Bluebelt DEP System on Amboy Road between Scudder/Bayview Avenues & Parkwood Avenue. As for the street sign Prospect St/Canterbury Drive which is located on the property of Puma Manor, perhaps the owner is a collector of old street signs, and perhaps he just liked the street names. D. Puma

Judy April 14, 2017 - 4:03 pm

The Lemon Creek Bridge crossed near the mouth of Lemon Creek and it connected Bayview Ave to Johnston Terrace. It was a retractable, turnkey bridge, not a drawbridge. There was no other “retractable bridge” on Bayview. The road crosses over a very narrow, shallow creek closer to Amboy Road not wide enough for boats. I lived with my family lived next to the Lemon Creek Bridge on Bayview Ave (now renamed Johnston Terrace) and my grandparents lived on the other side. 5 generations of my family lived in that area by the bridge. It is amazing to go back to the old photos and see how drastically the area changed. It was once a bustling place with oyster boats, fishing and boating businesses, a hotel (built by my great grandfather), etc. and now it is all gone! It looks like nothing had ever been there. The current meeting house for the PPBA is my old home and the old meeting house demolished due to damages by Hurricane Sandy was my grandparents’ home. Both places ran a boating and fishing business name after my grandfather “Sandy”. It is ironic that the hurricane had the same name. THIS is truly Forgotten Lemon Creek.

Darlene November 29, 2018 - 7:35 pm

Whether is was a turnkey bridge or a drawbridge, as a child I didn’t know the difference. For years it was Johnny Volk who opened and closed it, and he was always nice to us kids. (His sister, Helen, was my Sunday School teacher at the Prince Bay Reformed Church on Seguine Ave.) We used to stop at Sandy’s, the restaurant next to the bridge to buy cookies and then swim in the creek. My dad kept his white cedar bay boat in what later was called the marina. My father would go out to rake clams with a huge rake and long lengths of wood, so he could lengthen his rake according to the water depth. There were rings on the lengths of wood and each length had tapered ends. These ends were hammered into the rings until they were tight to lengthen the rake. Then they could be knocked out again to shorten it. We sorted the clams into baskets in the boat: cherrystones, little necks (I think) and chowder clams.
Just before the Lemon Creek bridge was a grassy bank where the tide came in and out. It was my great uncle who beached the tugboat up there during a very high spring tide. That was his “old age
retirement home”, after years of working a tugboat in the harbor.
I had a friend whose house was left of the Lemon Creek Bridge. The boys used to run up the the second floor at high tide and jump out of the bedroom window into the creek. We had a very bad hurricane and the house was taken away by the water. It showed up at Great Kills Beach five miles away! Fortunately, the family had evacuated it before it took off.

Kristin Muir February 26, 2019 - 9:01 pm

Helen was my sunday school teacher too. Such great memories. Looks so different now. I haven’t been back there in 10 years. Grew up on Bayview Avenue. Attended PBRC for most of my life until I moved away. Thanks for the history.

Joseph Patrick Quinn December 17, 2021 - 6:14 pm

My friend and I would talk his mom into driving us down to Lemon Creek, so that we could by small live bait fish
from a house near the bridge, if memory serves. I seem to recall that the house was painted red and that there
was a pile of old lobster pots nearby. We would then fish with those bait fish at Orbach Lake, in Pouch Camp.
I am 73 now, so this was in the late 50s or early 60s.


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