So, yes, the birds made the sanctuary a stop on their way north in the spring or south in the fall. But the trees and plants that settled in were the wrong kind: Norway maples, black cherries, Japanese knotgrasses — invasives all.
“Wisteria was a huge problem, too,” Mr. Blonsky said. “In a woodland, it will strangle everything, and that’s what was happening here.” The sanctuary, on a big boulder made of Manhattan schist, was covered with wisteria, he said. Leading the way to the sanctuary on Wednesday, he said some root systems remain embedded in the creases in the rock, despite parks workers’ efforts to weed them out.
Mr. Blonsky said parks workers began the labor-intensive process of clearing the sanctuary about 15 years ago. It became a stop on tours for high school students, with parks workers opening a gate, but it was not open to the public, although he said that homeless people often found a way in.
Ms. Ghadamian said she heard about the Promontory after visiting a friend who had leukemia and soon died. “I thought, ‘I’m having such a hard time, and I have a support system with family and friends,’” she said. “I thought, ‘How hard it is to be in New York and not have that, not have a place someone could go.’”
The Hallett sanctuary was supposed to be such a place, but, she said, “Everything was so overgrown.” Now, with new pathways and benches, she said, “It’s exactly how I think Frederick Olmsted wanted it.”
Olmsted, of course, was, with Calvert Vaux, a designer of the park, and to Ms. Ghadamian he was an inspiring figure, not only for the park, but also for his other accomplishments, including his work on the United States Sanitary Commission, whose mission was to improve sanitation in the Union Army’s camps during the Civil War and thus the health of its soldiers.
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“He got vegetables to soldiers and stopped scurvy,” Ms. Ghadamian said. “He really saved so many lives. To me, as an immigrant, that was how America does something special.”
Ms. Ghadamian, who was born in Tehran, arrived in New York in June 1978. Her first memory of Central Park is from the following summer. “I said, ‘This cannot be a park,’ and I never went back for maybe 15 years,” she recalled. “This looked nothing like parks in England where I had lived. It was a dump. It looked like a wasteland with needles” — addicts, even before the crack epidemic of the 1980s. “It was soulless,” she said.
Ms. Ghadamian and her husband now live in an apartment on Fifth Avenue that once belonged to Nelson A. Rockefeller. It looks over the park, and they can see the sanctuary from their windows, prompting a visitor to wonder why Mr. Rockefeller, who pushed for so many building projects when he was governor, did not do something about the Promontory.
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