Interior
Kragsyde's footprint followed that of broad "V". The image accompanying this article shows the seaside facade and service court of the house. From structures approach, the massiveness of Kragsyde was hidden as its broadest facades faced the ocean. Peabody and Sterns did this to not only allow for the view, but also to capture the cool sea breezes within the house.
Plans published by Peabody and Stearns show that service rooms and the kitchen were located on the ground floor of Kragsyde. Elevated above the ground floor was the house's main floor which contained parlors for entertaining and the dining room. Adjacent to the dining room was a service pantry and stairs to the kitchen; food was raised to the pantry via a dumbwaiter system. Leading from the parlor and dining room were broad porches and decks. Separating the service court from the front of the structure was a wing dominated by a massive arch. Within the arch was an entrance into the house on one side, and access to a billiard room on the other. A single room, with windows on three sides was situated above the arch along with a private loggia. Stairs from the loggia led down to the property below helped to add length to the structure.
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