History
Land that the Theodore Roosevelt Memorial Park presently occupies used to be one of the most unsightly spots in the village; a marshy dumping ground dotted with rundown shacks. For several hundred years the salt marsh had been used for swing cattle, but by the end of the 19th century, squatters had begun to live on the land.
Rail passengers arriving to the newly built Oyster Bay Railroad Station got a birds-eye view of refuse and derelict shanties. One of those passengers was Theodore Roosevelt a frequent commuter on the Long Island Railroad when he served as President of the New York City Board of Police Commissioners. Though at the time he had no idea that this would become be a waterfront park dedicated in his names T. R. once said "I wish that we citizens of Oyster Bay could make here a breathing place for all the people of this neighborhood especially the less fortunate ones."
A non-partisan "Roosevelt Permanent Memorial National Committee" was formed on January 10, 1919, just days after Roosevelt's death on January 6. The committee met again in New York City on March 24, 1919, and founded the Roosevelt Memorial Association, which was incorporated by Act of Congress, May 31, 1920, "to perpetuate the memory of Theodore Roosevelt for the benefit of the people of the United States of America and the world."
The Roosevelt Memorial Association had written into its charter three primary goals: to establish a "monumental memorial" to TR in the nation's capital, Washington, D.C.; to develop a public park in Oyster Bay, New York; and to raise funds for and maintain an association "to promote the development and application of the policies and ideals of Theodore Roosevelt for the benefit of the American people."
The second goal to form a public park in Oyster bay helped to bring about a merger of a local Long Island group that was formed to honor Roosevelt with the national association. Though the job of purchasing the lands needed took many long years. The Townsend family quickly sold a parcel of land for the project at a reasonable price but another large section was much harder to acquire. Suddenly the worthless marsh was a valuable commodity. During the six-year-long quest to reach an agreement with the landowner the Town decided to officially use it as the Town Dump.
After all, they reasoned, they would have to fill in the land with something; and the town’s garbage had to be put somewhere as well. In 1925 a judge settled the legal issuers and the Town was able to purchase the additional parklands and proceed with the transformation from dump to manicured park.
The shacks of the Oyster Bay Lumber Company, whose operations were on the site, was relocated, and the mammoth job of straightening the shoreline, grading the land, and building the seawall began.
Finally in May 1928 a dedication ceremony for the new Theodore Roosevelt Memorial Park was held, attended by over 5,000 people, complete with a parade and a flyover by planes which dropped bouquets of flowers at the waters edge.
Later, in 1942, the park was donated by the Theodore Roosevelt Association to the Town of Oyster Bay.
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