Family Namesake Places
For many years, the members of the Astor family were known as “the landlords of New York”. Their New York City namesakes are the famous Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, an Astor Row, Astor Court, Astor Place, and Astor Avenue in the Bronx, where the Astors used to stable horses. The neighborhood of Astoria, Queens, is named after the family as well.
Beyond New York City, the Astor family name is imprinted in a great deal of United States history and geography. There are towns of Astor in the states of Florida, Georgia, Iowa, and Kansas and there are Astorias in Illinois, Missouri and Oregon. There is an Astor Park in Wisconsin. A large number of town and city thoroughfares also bear the family name.
The Astors were also prominent on Mackinac Island, Michigan and Newport, Rhode Island with their summer house, Beechwood. At Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island, there are the Lord and Lady Astor Suites; the hotel salon is called Astor's. Cliveden House Hotel in Buckinghamshire, England, once home to Waldorf Astor, 2nd Viscount Astor and Nancy Astor, Viscountess Astor (née Langhorne), also contains Lord and Lady Astor Suites.
A number of Astor family members are buried in Trinity Church Cemetery in Manhattan, New York.
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