What it’s like to stay at President Trump’s boyhood home in Queens, New York – now an Airbnb rental
By the dawn’s early light, I searched the kitchen of Donald Trump’s childhood home in Queens for a coffee mug.
There were none to be found, so I drank my coffee from a President Donald J. Trump Childhood Home insignia water glass and fixed myself a bowl of Wheaties from one of the five boxes on the counter.
It had been a restless night. I had fallen asleep in the bedroom where, according to a plaque on the wall, “President Donald J. Trump was likely conceived.” I awoke Sunday in the darkness feeling as if I’d been chasing a ghost.
President Donald Trump in his childhood home in Queens." />
New York City practically abounds in presidential dwellings. There’s the Theodore Roosevelt Birthplace in Manhattan, where young Teddie’s red velvet reading chair is on display. There are several unremarkable apartments where Barack Obama lived as a Columbia University undergraduate. There is the town house on Lexington Avenue where Vice President Chester A. Arthur was sworn in as the 21st president, which is now home to an Indian grocery store.
But there is only one that you can rent by the night, if you have $US815 ($1026) to spare. The two-storey mock-Tudor house in the verdant precincts of Jamaica Estates that the president’s father built, and where young Donald lived until age 4, is now available on Airbnb. The host and owner have no connection to the Trump empire.
“Not much has been changed since the Trumps lived here,” the listing promises. But the Trumps left the house on Wareham Place in 1950, and between later owners’ renovations and the off-the-shelf Trump memorabilia the hosts have crammed into the place, the essence of little Donny Trump is difficult to detect.
As I entered the access code and pushed open the door Saturday afternoon, I felt a silence envelop me. There was a living room decorated with red-and-gold, Ethan-Allen-ish chairs and couches and a chaise longue meant to invoke a degree of midcentury splendor. Behind it was a dining room table with a large American flag folded across it.
And from practically every surface gazed the visage of the adult Donald Trump. Photos of Trump, the swinging ’80s developer; a framed People magazine cover that says “At Home With the Trumps!”; multiple paperback copies of “Art of the Deal”; a Warhol-inspired print of cartoon-colored Donalds; and, next to the flat-screen TV, a life-size cardboard cutout of the man.
As my wife and 12-year-old daughter explored the first floor, occasionally emitting startled yelps, I went upstairs to what another plaque said was “likely the childhood bedroom President Donald J. Trump.” On the wall was a photo of Trump with Michael Jackson.
President Donald Trump's childhood home." />
I sat down and closed my eyes and tried to imagine young Donald, “a beautiful little boy, very blond and buttery,” as his preschool teacher would remember him, taking his first steps, tagging after his older siblings, stealing his younger brother’s blocks.
The house, while solid, is a modest affair, especially by Trump standards, with normal-size rooms and a tiny front yard. Fred C. Trump built it in 1940 for his wife and their first two children. It had four bedrooms, possibly only three originally. By the time Donald, child No. 4, was born in 1946, things were getting crowded, and after the youngest Trump, Robert, was born in 1948, Fred Trump, now very wealthy, bought two lots behind his backyard and built a colonnaded 23-room brick mansion where Donald spent the rest of his childhood.
The man behind the Trump Airbnb is a developer named Michael Davis who bought the house in 2016 after the election for just under $US1.4 million, flipped it for $US2.14 million, and is now leasing it from the anonymous current owner for $US4,000 a month. At $725 per night (the base price), he may make a profit if he rents it at least six nights a month. He has been doing a brisk business with journalists, including not only me, but reporters from Newsweek and the New York Post.
President Donald Trump's childhood home in Queens." />
As $US725 Airbnb rentals go, the place is still a bit shy of five stars. Two of the toilets run unless you jiggle the handles. The refrigerator dispenses no ice. More troublingly, there was no gas, which meant no hot water or stove (the host, an associate of Davis’, had apologised for the inconvenience the day of the rental). So for dinner, we got takeout Indian food and moved the American flag off the table and ate spinach paneer and garlic naan. I thought of Donald Trump’s formidably formal father, who wore a jacket and tie to family dinners every night. I could not bring myself to sit at the head of the table.
After dinner, I turned on Fox News. A Republican congressman was talking about the person who for four years had occupied the same piece of real estate where I was sprawled on a couch. “He’s going to keep racking up big wins,” the congressman said.
In the morning, after breakfast, I washed the presidential glasses and the Wheaties bowl. I jiggled the handles on the toilets one more time, helped my family gather our belongings, and said goodbye to the cardboard cutout by the TV.
This story was first published at the New York Times.
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