Helene Chesnais
May 24th, 1849
The original Roebling Wire Shop in Saxonburg, Pennsylvania |
My father, John Roebling was a wise man.
In 1832, he had led a group of German immigrants to America and they settled in
the small village of Saxonburg in the great state of Pennsylvania. Sometimes, I
considered myself lucky to be his son. He would stand tall and proud next to my
mother, Johanna Roebling. Their love resulted in many children: Ferdinand, Josephine,
Elvira, Laura, Charles, Edmund, William and me, the oldest. My relations with
most of my brothers and sisters were not very close. I was only close to my
younger brother Ferdinand. During my childhood in Saxonburg, I had to take care
of him, and we did everything together.
Our days were punctuated by dances and parties in our little German
community. As my father was the village elder, I received special treatment
from most of the villagers. That is where I spent the first twelve years of my
life. I remember those days with vivid memories of a joyful life. I was tutored
by a man named Julius Riedel. With his help, I perfected my German and English
speaking skills, and opened my small mind to math, science, and so many other
things that have helped me today. I also spent some of my time helping my
father run his wire shop. My father wasn’t a very good farmer, and the weather
in Pennsylvania had never been ideal for farming. As a result of this, he
opened a wire shop close to our home. As a child, I was always fascinated by
the wires, pulleys, ropes…
Helene Chesnais
September 5th 1851
Pre-stressing Machine |
In the shop,
there were many things I loved. My favorite part of all the equipment was the
huge pre-stressing machine. It had huge pistons and gauges that used to
fascinate me when I was a child. My dad had explained to me that that
particular machine would put tension in the wires, and make them stronger and
more efficient for the real bridges. The pulleys and wire rope sockets were all
around the shop, and the wire was dangling on the wall from everywhere. I guess
that even though I didn’t know it back then, the days I spent looking at all
this equipment made me develop a passion for suspension bridges like my
father’s. I was destined to follow in his footsteps. The shop I grew up in
taught me everything I needed to know about the art of bridge building, and it
guided me towards the career I am in now: engineering.
Victor
Chaix
June 23rd, 1858
As
I was blooming into a young adult, I pursued my engineering education by going
to the Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute in New York. It had been my father’s
dream for me to continue in his tracks, and my going to the best engineering
high school at that time was like a dream come true. I spent two years working
hard to learn the art of architecture, math, physics and engineering. During my
days at the Institute, I also managed to help my father run the wire shop in
Trenton.
The Pittsburgh-Allegheny Bridge 1846 |
Javier Echevarria
December 23rd 1864
December 23rd 1864
Emily Warren, oil on canvas by Carolus Duran |
Battle of the Bull Run |
Right from the beginning we’ve been
exchanging tender looks. As a matter of fact, while I fight in battles such as
the Bull Run and Antietam, my mind is mainly turned towards her. In my head she
is the image of all of what I’m fighting for. She represents my beloved
country, the innocent children, and the scared women.
I’ve
been sharing my bunk with several soldiers. Even though they sometimes make fun
of my obsession for bridges, they are generally very friendly and nice with
me. In 1863, I was the first to spy Robert E. Lee’s army heading toward
Gettysburg. I also helped in the Union victory. I keep fighting and after two
years of service, in December 1864, I am promotted to lieutenant colonel for
gallant service. Nevertheless, I’m starting to get tired of fighting and I
share with my superiors my desire of leaving the military and starting a
professional career as an engineer, following my father’s footsteps. My plan is
to leave the military with a newly married wife, my beautiful Emily Warren, and
acquire more of my father’s knowledge on bridge construction.
Victor Chaix
January 20th 1965
January 20th 1965
I
have just left the army, and I am now married to Emily Warren, my beautiful and
lovely wife. OUr I have returned to work in my family wire manufacturing and bridge
business, John A. Roebling Sons Co. With my father, we are working to complete
the Cincinnati and Convicton Bridges. We are working all day long, but I really
love what I’m doing. I also have to announce you great news... I am going to be
a dad! In my travel to Europe, seeking for knowledge in bridges and caisson
foundations, my wife has come along to support me.
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November 25th 1867
November 25th 1867
He’s born! He’s a healthy fellow just
like his mother. Some people say he has the same eyes than me and my father. We
named him John A. Roebling to honor my beloved father. I’m so proud of my
family! After a long trip by sea that took several months, I’m finally home. My
father has been appointed to the Brooklyn Bridge project, which will certainly
be his last because he is not feeling well at all and he is getting old.
However, he’s still very excited for the project. For now on, I am his
assistant engineer. In my trip to Europe, I learned many things that I now
teach to my father. He is inspired by these bridges, so we start making the
construction blueprints together. I know that he doesn’t feel well so I am
benefiting from my situation as his assistant to learn everything I can about
his experience in bridge building. I really love my father. As I am writing, my
wife is at home with my son, filling him with love.
Portrait of Emily Warren |
Washington Roebling's notebook with the sketch for the construction of the Brooklyn Bridge, 1868 |
Helene Chesnais
1869-1871
As the
construction of the bridge began to take shape, my father suffered a severe
accident.. On the 28th of June, as he was standing on a set of wood
pilings to study the bridge construction, a boat crashed violently into the
pilings, crushing his right foot, and severely damaging several of his toes. As
he screamed in pain, I rushed over to my father in a hurry, and he was
evacuated from the site. My worries had been relieved by the
doctor’s report: the injury itself was not life threatening. Sadly, the
accident had caused a sort of tetanus and an infection. His sickness caused him
to pass out sometimes, and he was very tired. His end was coming soon, and my
sadness was at its peak. The tears filled my heart, and it would explode if
my father was to die. His state was worsening every day, as was my pain. To see
my father suffer tortured me. My father, my role model, was soon to
leave this world and leave me alone, in charge of the Brooklyn Bridge
Construction. On July 28th, my father passed away, asleep in a deep
coma. His body stopped working, and my mind stopped thinking. I buried my
sadness and pain in my work, as the burden of the construction was weighing on
my shoulders.
I made several changes to the
construction designs. For example, I added caissons that lay on the bottom of
the river bed. They are the foundations of the two towers. They exist in a sort
of air pressurized chamber; in which the workers set the bridge foundations. I
worked in them myself. The construction continued on a good pace, and advanced
with rich progress. The death of my father seemed far away, yet still close to
my heart.
Work in the caissons
Javier Echevarria
July 7th 1882
I’m
so sick I can no longer work. It is now 1879, the construction of the Brooklyn
Bridge is at full speed, and yet I can’t work. I’m stuck here at home, looking
at my project from my window. I now live in a town house, 110 Columbia Heights.
I haven’t kept young and fit. I can’t hear out of the left ear. However, sixty
years I’ve known it and it’s all in my head. By “it” I mean the project and the
science behind it. While I was working in the construction of the bridge
foundations, I was stricken with caisson disease. I got it while I was fighting
a fire in the caissons of the bridge with my men, and I felt in the river. The
cause of the disease was the rapid change in atmospheric pressure, causing
nitrogen bubbles to form in the blood. Now, I’m supposed to direct the work
from my sickroom window using field glasses! Thank God my wife is with me. To keep
my name in the forefront of this tremendously important engineering feat, Emily
is, though unofficially, Chief Engineer of the Brooklyn Bridge. She has been
helping me by collecting all the news about the bridge since the beginning. I’m the
most unfortunate man on Earth because after several months of work, American
Society of Civil Engineers has convened a board of inquiry to determine if I
should be removed as Chief Engineer because I was unable to direct the
construction properly. Once again, God bless Emily! She has saved my career by
convincing them that the Roeblings should remain in charge since they, as a family,
had the idea and made the construction possible. She is the best wife I could
have ever dreamed of. Not only is she beautiful and sweet but she also supports
my whole family. My little boy named John is growing into a real gentleman and I’m so
proud of him. My family and my bridge, that’s all I have left.
Javier Echevarria
February 16th, 1883
As I get older and older, I spend
more time in my bed, thinking about my past. The more I think about it, the
more I understand how lucky and successful I’ve been for my whole life. When my
father started the Brooklyn Bridge, experts throughout the world thought that
this was an impossible feat and told him to forget the idea. Now, mainly
because of his genius and my determination, the bridge is almost finished and
some people have called it the Eighth Wonder of the World. Also, some say that
nowhere in the history of great undertakings is there anything comparable. This
bridge, THE Bridge, is like my second son I never had. I’m very upset to have
to stay in my room for most of my time.
Portrait of washington Roebling By Théobald Chartran |
May 24th, 1883
May 24 of 1883, The Brooklyn
Bridge has been inaugurated. As I am now very sick, I couldn’t go, but
according to my wife, thousands of people attended it. There was the president,
the mayor Franklin Edson, and many other important people. I’m so proud of my
project! The mayor even took the time to go to my house and shake hands with
me!
March 17th, 1903
March 17th, 1903
I can’t stand it anymore. Walking
around and doing nothing with my day, I have to stop. It’s been a couple of
weeks since my wife’s been buried, on February 23rd, and since then, I don’t do anything. I
sleep, cry sometimes, eat and sleep again. Now is the time when I have to wake
up and return to my work on the Brooklyn Bridge.
It’s been a couple of years since I’ve not written in my journal .In 1908, and I’m in love again. It’s a young woman from Charleston and it’s been two years that we’ve been together. She’s called Cornelia Witsell. I will soon ask her for marriage! I’ve already prepared something: I will take her to her favorite restaurant and then ask for her hand in marriage at the end of the dinner with a beautiful ring that I bought very expensive at a friend’s store. I expect she’s going to say yes. Halas, my days are numbered. Even if Cornelia is taking care of me, I see my death coming. This is the Last time that I am writing in my journal as I can’t move my hand to write. So this is a goodbye, to you, my son. I really love you, don’t ever forget me.
Inauguration of the Brooklyn Bridge, May 24 1883, about 150,000 people crossed the bridge |
Photograph taken at the Brooklyn Bridge Inauguration: Boats on the River |
Cornelia and Washington's grave, South Carolina, USA |