Houdini and Victorian Magician Robert Heller

With the popularity of the current television series, Houdini (The History Channel), I thought I would mention one of Harry’s predecessors. Robert Heller was a Victorian-era magician. He also happened to be an idol of Harry Houdini’s. Houdini, who reached his prime after 1900, referred to Heller as the most versatile magician who ever lived.

Kristen Connolly and Adrien Brody in the “Houdini” miniseries on History.

Robert Heller (1826 – 1878), whose real name was William Henry Palmer, is buried in Philadelphia’s Mount Moriah Cemetery (on the Yeadon, PA side). I visited his grave last year. Doesn’t sound like much of a feat, given the fact that I only live ten miles away! However, for many years, his headstone was missing. Not the act of a conjurer, but rather ground subsidence, or maybe vandalism. A group of magic historians had been trying to locate it for the past several years, no doubt to pay homage to the person who single-handedly popularized theatrical magic in America.

Houdini at Heller's grave, Mount Moriah (ref.)

Around the time (2011) that the Friends of Mount Moriah Cemetery, Inc. (FOMMCI) began restoration efforts at this massive, formerly abandoned cemetery (the largest cemetery in all of Pennsylvania, at 380 acres), interest in Heller’s grave was renewed. The grave had actually been lost and found and lost and found a number of times since Heller’s death in 1878. Harry Houdini himself found it around 1910 (here’s a photo of him standing next to it). After that, it disappeared (fell over and was covered with weeds) until Donna Morelli found it again over a hundred years later, in 2013.

Heller's grave site in 2011 (from "The Magic Detective" blog)

Donna (on Facebook, The Haunt of Mount Moriah) is a board member of the Friends of Mount Moriah Cemetery, Inc. After running across the photo of Houdini next to Heller's grave on the Internet, she and other volunteers located the plot through burial records and old plot maps (Section 135, Lot 189). The section of the cemetery in which Heller’s grave resides looked like this at the time (see above photo, which I borrowed from Dean Carnegie’s blog, “The Magic Detective”).

In the fall of 2013, Donna and Board Treasurer Ken Smith cut back all the weeds and trees around the grave, and raised Heller’s headstone from the earth. Section 135 is an area of the cemetery that had probably not been maintained by the previous cemetery owners since the 1960s. Now it has been cut back, cleared of weeds and is regularly mowed. (You can see the current state of each section in this landscape plot map; Section 135 is at far right, center.) In fact the FOMMCI, with its thousands of volunteers on regularly-scheduled cleanup days, are only able to keep about 25% of the 380-acre cemetery grounds maintained (this will change soon, as cemetery ownership is expected to be transferred from the defunct original association to a new corporation).

A few weeks after Heller’s headstone was raised and reset, I visited the grave site. Ken Smith had conscientiously cleared a path the width of a car lane back from the main road of the cemetery to the outer reaches of the northernmost end so people could gain access to the site. Which is not to say I did not have some difficulty finding it! A plot map is wonderful (you can see them on the FOMMCI website), but it’s not very easy to get your bearings in an old overgrown cemetery. For one thing, section markers may be missing or hidden by weeds so you cannot even tell where the corner of a section is! Once you’re in a section, you need to count out the plots to get to your destination. That said, if the entire section is overgrown or grave markers are missing, the task becomes exceedingly difficult.

The northern end of Mount Moriah is so overgrown currently that if not for the old roads bordering the sections, it would be impossible to guess where one section began or ended. Turned out that I initially mistook Section 132 for 135 and spent an hour crashing through a dense thicket of small trees and eight-foot tall Japanese knotweed stalks looking for a headstone the shape of the one in the Houdini photo. I didn’t realize at the time that Ken had cleared a path directly to the Heller headstone – you couldn’t actually see Section 135 from 132 through the thicket. Bear in mind that I was there in the fall, when visibility through the foliage is at its best!

After some persistence, however, I located Section 135. In a small cleared area of 135 bordering Section 137, I found the stone in question. It really is like finding buried treasure, when you find a grave marker that no one has seen for decades or more. When I also realized that I was standing in Harry Houdini’s footsteps, I had to set up my camera and take a picture. I must say it gave me an odd feeling, like it was standing in a sacred place. I suppose all graves are, or should be, anyway.

It is interesting to note that Houdini himself was dismayed at the condition of the cemetery, and especially Heller’s grave, when he visited around 1910. At that time Mount Moriah had been in existence for 55 years. Apparently, conditions were bad at that point. By the 1960s, cemetery conditions worsened, and reached a deplorable state in 2011 when the FOMMCI took over and began to organize massive clean ups and restoration events.

So why all the fuss about clearing Heller’s grave? Who ever heard of him, anyway? Isn’t Houdini the superstar? Well, yes, but everything has a history, including magic as popular entertainment. In the blog, The Magic Detective, author Dean Carnegie offers:

Rober Heller (ref.)

“What affect did Heller have on the world? For one, according to drama and theatrical people of the time [1860-1870s], it was Heller that put conjuring in a new light for American audiences. In the way that Robert Houdin modernized magic for his period by changing his costume and bringing magic indoors, Heller did a similar thing in America by adding other elements such as comedy and music. I'm sure his affect was felt all over the globe when he performed.”

Robert Houdin? Who was he and why does that name sound so much like “Houdini?” Harry Houdini was in fact the stage name of one Ehrich Weiss. Like William Henry Palmer, who adopted the stage name “Robert Heller,” Weiss  changed his name to “Harry Houdini.” The name "Houdini" was a nod to the French magician, Jean Eugène Robert-Houdin, who was famous in the generation prior to Houdini’s. Apparently Robert-Houdin was quite influential, as Robert Heller actually changed professions in 1848 from professional musician to professional magician after seeing Robert-Houdin perform! (In 1874, when Houdini became more experienced and famous, he wrote a book debunking Robert-Houdin, called The Un-masking of Robert-Houdin! Robert Heller, however, was always held in high esteem by Houdini.)

Heller moved from Britain to America in the 1860s, where he began his successful career as a magician. “At first an imitator of his more famous contemporaries,” says the Encyclopedia Britannica,  “Heller eventually emerged as an entertaining and witty performer whose most famous act was a second-sight (mind-reading) presentation."

Promotional poster from Robert Heller's theatrical performance (Ref.)

Speaking of “second sight,” when I finally located Heller’s grave, I was a bit taken aback by what appeared to be a crystal ball on the ground nearby. Upon further investigation, however, it was merely a granite decorative sphere from a neighboring plot, which had probably fallen off an old gate post. Heller’s grave site, as well as the area immediately surrounding it, is not pretty. The ornamental grave plot fencing is long gone (seen in the vintage photos of Houdini at the grave). A rusting wreck of an old truck sits nearby – the last one still to be removed from the old cemetery. Trees, vines, and knotweed grow wild outside the cleared area, headstones have fallen. While the FOMMCI and thousands of volunteers routinely perform amazing feats of magic in keeping the flora under control, there is so much more to do!

Houdini at Heller's grave, c. 1910 (Ref.)

If any magic aficionados, historians, or magicians themselves are reading this, come to the next cleanup day at Mount Moriah Cemetery and lend a hand! Help us preserve the history of the person Harry Houdini called (in his Conjurer's Monthly Magazine) "the most versatile magician who ever lived." So while we must thank Friends Donna Morelli and Ken Smith for reintroducing Robert Heller to a new generation, let us not forget that “Had it not been for Houdini, the whereabouts of Heller's grave would likely be lost forever because it was Houdini who had rediscovered the grave." (ref.)

How to Help:
The Friends of Mount Moriah Cemetery is a 501(c)3 nonprofit organization dedicated to the preservation and promotion of Mount Moriah Cemetery by honoring the memory of those interred here through community engagement, education, historic research, and restoration. For a schedule of cleanup days, click here! All are welcome to attend any cleanup event!

References and Further Reading:

Read more about Robert Heller on the FOMMCI website

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Heller

Heller, Houdini, and More

Heller: The Final Performances

Houdini, the television series on The History Channel
Heller's Grave video on The Magic Detective, noting The Friends of Mount Moriah

The Last Days of Robert Heller

The October 8 Heller Project

Jean Eugene Robert-Houdin (1805-1871)

4th Anniversary of "The Cemetery Traveler" Blog!

As I write this blog posting, I begin my FIFTH YEAR of writing The Cemetery Traveler! Can you believe that?!). I’ve posted 248 blogs in the past four years and I truly thank you for reading them! There will be a quiz at the end. (Actually, a few have been guest-written by friends, at my invitation, and I thank them for sharing their knowledge and experience!)

A few of the blogs had to do with two new Facebook pages I started, based on my experiences with the varied personalities taken on by cemeteries during the different seasons of the year. The first one I did was called Cemeteries in the Snow which was received with wild enthusiasm the world over! This was quite exciting and produced some amazing images, as well as expanding readers' awareness of the beuaty of a graveyard under a blanket of snow.

The next page I started at a friend's request, Cemeteries in the Rain. I thought it would be an interesting experiment. The page has a whole different feel to it, as the general idea of a cemetery in the rain is rather depressing! The page has had limited upload participation because, well, other than me, who would be in a cemetery during a rainstorm?! still, I am intrigued at how a cemetery landscape changes drastically with the seasons.

 

As a fairly prolific writer, I can’t help but share an ironic experience with you, which has to do with writing, and with me, specifically. A few months ago my wife and I took our four-year-old daughter to a “play date” at a local (Philadelphia) Quaker school to see if we might send her there for kindergarten. While the kids were off playing (and being evaluated), the parents were gathered in a separate room for chatties and snacks (and most likely also being evaluated, though more discretely). As about thirty of us sat there in comfy chairs listening to the speakers extoll the virtues of the school, the dreaded ice breaker was thrust upon us.

Daughter Olivia learning her "ABCs"

We were each given a slip of paper on which were typed different questions. We were to go up to a stranger and ask them our question. After the person answered, that person would ask you their question. You would then trade slips of paper and go find another stranger to accost. It was a way of learning about each other that was effective and sort of eye-opening. I was asked this question:

“If you found yourself on a desert island, what three things would you want with you?”

Now, dear reader, before you continue, I invite you to jot down three things that first come to your mind – what would YOU take? I’ll go off on some little tangent and then come back with my response. Then we will compare and contrast.

So it has been four years of writing The Cemetery Traveler and I am STILL working on my first book of collected blogs. Its not so much procrastination – life gets in the way when you’re busy planning other things. Occasionally I sit in front of my laptop thinking Jack Kerouac thoughts, having “... an awful realization that I have been fooling myself all my life thinking there was a next thing to do to keep the show going ....” (from his book, Big Sur). But the book has to come out. I want it. I think it would be well received.

Occasionally I get writer’s block, but that only lasts a few days at most. Because as you all know, down every road, there’s one more graveyard! And sometimes, beneath a graveyard lies yet another graveyard - I mean, literally. After all, this was how Rome, Paris, London, Seattle, and San Francisco were built – a layer of a new city on top of its buried predecessor. Still, we don’t think of digging further down into a graveyard and expect to find headstones and monuments. Yet this is exactly what is occurring at Mount Moriah Cemetery, in Southwest Philadelphia.

Face-down, fallen headstone in process of being resurrected

It's interesting how the gravestone excavation is proceeding here at Mount Moriah. The Friends of Mount Moriah Cemetery, Inc., in their attempts to locate grave stones for plot holders and descendants, realized that many of the apparent "missing" stones are actually buried! For the past century, stones have fallen and been buried during ground subsidence, soil erosion, under layers of fallen leaves, etc. Stones buried a foot below ground are typically found with a steel poker driven into the ground. In this place of over 80,000 graves, the chances of hitting a buried stone are quite good.

Harry Houdini at Heller's grave (ref)

That's how the headstone of noted nineteenth century magician Robert Heller was located. The photo at the beginning of this article is me standing next to it. Directly above (in an early 1900s photo) is Harry Houdini standing next to it! The stone had been lying in the dirt, face down, for may years. Now it is upright, and the grounds around it have been cleared so people can visit. 

So my point (and sometimes I do indeed have one) is, that since there are stories within stories, graves below graves, I may never run out of subject matter! And as long as I can get around and travel to all these interesting graveyards, I am hopeful that I can do my part to keep the memories of the occupants alive. And I well appreciate you following my blog, if only to avoid being reproached by friends for an uncalled for lack in your graveyard education!

Now then, about the three things I would want with me if I found myself on a desert island - I responded, “A guitar, a very long novel, and my wife.” This in itself may be telling in some way. However, what REALLY got me thinking about my answer was the comparative answers of other people who were asked this same question. Some I asked personally, others I overheard in the room. EVERYONE else included in their list of three items some electronic device with which to communicate with the outside world! That never occurred to me! I found this to be ironic and hilarious at the same time, since normally, I cannot shut up. So I guess if I found myself on a desert island, after reading the book and playing the guitar, I might just talk my wife to death about cemeteries.