An Aside: I was taught Latin beside the beautiful carved marble fireplace in the artist’s dining room. Winter lived next door to the school, which purchased the house after his death and used it for class rooms. In our more neglectful hours which investigated the basement, in which were still secreted some of the artist’s sketches for larger murals and models for a bas-relief.
I think perhaps it was a textbook I read in fourth grade, but I always think of Stuyvesant as a quite imperious, even forbidding figure!
I was born in Albany, by the way, so I have a small personal connection to New York.