I will be honest, it has been a rough winter, both indoors and out. I have always loved winter. A frosty-day detection, sliding around town on icy streets with a camera, notepad and a big Stanley of coffee normally brings me great delight. But after the death of my beloved cat, whom we shall call Four, during the writing of my last mystery, Mysteries of Omaha: 9301 West Dodge Road, I have found it difficult to don my trusty houndstooth deerstalker cap or even enter the ol’ detective’s office. Then there was that miserable matter of WordPress changing their format to Gutenberg Editor in early December, which caught me completely unawares. Mail has piled up everywhere (you might know this if you have written and wondered why my correspondence has fallen away) and so have the dossiers of investigations I was thick in the middle of. All now teetering in a dusty pile on the desk. The trail has gone cold, literally. I haven’t seen Mr. Cross in many months and at times I can barely conjure him.
Although Four was quickly succeeded by the quite energetic and adorable twins, Six and Seven, my fervor for architecture, hidden buildings and Strange Omaha began to show the loss of His Magic Presence. Four was the best writing partner I have ever known. Even Mr. Cassette appears to have been very nearly quilted by his own affliction–a gardener’s queer strain of cabin fever. He has given up carving a footpath to the compost pile and longingly stares out the frosted windows like a sad Liver Roan Pointer missing the hunt. I am sure many in this crowd of green-thumbed obsessives understand his buried garden lament. To make matters all the more woeful, the half cord of firewood, (or was it a quarter cord?), was depleted long ago and Mr. Cassette has been reduced to picking up bagged, filling station logs out of desperation. Please realize, I am keenly aware as I type that I have now crossed over from somewhat morosely poetic into openly whining. ahem. Mr. Cassette builds and tends a beautiful, roaring fire on these snowy weekend nights and I am grateful to him. Pots of hot tea, good books, old Bill Evans’ pieces, Glenn Miller and Lonnie Liston Smith records help. I have taken to wearing a vintage, gray Persian Lamb hat that seems to fit the general mood in these parts. Many of you feel just the same and it eases the mind, somewhat, to remember that this is a time to hibernate. And stumble through the snow, occasionally, to a good friend’s house. At least that’s how we got through the blizzards of the 1970s in Benson.
But there are really only so many ways to decorate a home with pine cones, red lanterns and glowing little lights before one loses all sense of reality. Not to worry, friends. Soon I will be Secret Agent Cassette again, slinking around an abandoned Georgian Mansion or Unknown Shingled Estate not too far away. And you will be there with me. Until then…I hope you are warm and well.
The Birthday Party
I acknowledge I have gotten this missive off on a darkened cloud course, so allow me to right the occasion with some good cheer–a celebration of sorts. Dear Detective Friends, today, March 2, 2019, My Omaha Obsession is celebrating a three-year birthday online. What started out as fairly quiet investigation into the Arms & Ammo building on 60th and Pacific Mysteries of Omaha: Arms & Ammo has grown into a fantastic mass of detectives and shared, often strange, Omaha history. And I have you to thank for that.
To all of my wonderful Omaha Enthusiasts: Finding people that understood my interest in Omaha, my wanderings, my imaginings, great buildings and detective journeys has really been the most gratifying thing. If you like to stray, then you already understood My Omaha Obsession straightaway. The fact that we have found each other—with our collective recreation invested in memories, architecture, Omaha history, fascinating people, photos of the past, ghosts, winding off-the-beaten-path brick paths and little buildings long forgotten is important. We needed to talk. For those of you who have taken the time to write me emails, sharing your family histories, photos of houses and loved ones and telling me your stories–this expression has meant the world to me. Those of you who have sent me tips, included me in your neighborhood association communication and invited me into your homes–I am so grateful. The incredible emails sent by Complete Stranger Sisters all over the country cheering me on makes my eyes water. I champion your architectural and family history investigations. A spirit of Nancy Drew curiosity and beginner’s mind seems to reverberate between all history loving female detectives. May we always search and never know. Thank you.
The Big News
The My Omaha Obsession book was completed this summer and turned in to my editor, the ever-patient Rob Taylor and the staff of University of Nebraska Press. I have been cajoling Mr. Cassette to complete my book cover design, which I have envisioned as a sort of Nancy Drew meets 1940s mystery-detective vintage paper book homage. I have been assured my investigations are being (whittled down and prettied) edited and the book will be released this coming fall of 2019. My sainted aunt, if the investigations were that tangled and complicated for my part, I cannot imagine what the editing process is like for Rob. Fingers Crossed.
The Surprises
Although the writing of the book consumed the majority of this last year, I was able to complete a few explorations after. Thunder! did some of those tales become Quite Obsessive. They were so much fun to investigate and surprisingly some of the most widely read articles I have written. It turns out people do take the time to settle in and pore over long-read format. Or maybe they’re just looking for vintage photos? Regardless, one of my favorite stories of all time came from this time period: The Secrets of 302 South 56th Street. As a number of you have pointed out, the study had a happy ending, which is always a surprising treat in a town that likes to tear things down. I am also personally smitten with the past inhabitants of The Ballad of Balla Machree mystery. Clearly the biggest draws of the last twelve months were the Cuming Street tale and the Mysteries of Omaha: 9301 West Dodge Road. Mid-Century Modern architecture continues to dazzle and we have all been dying to know what was going on behind the iron gate—at least that is how I rationalize these successes. The site’s most popular story of all time remains that of Bishop’s Buffet. For the Love of Bishop’s Buffet: Why, Oh Why, Did They Close? Online searches for the elusive recipe of the life-changing Chocolate Ambrosia Pie continue to send unsuspecting visitors to our door year after year.
The Big Dreams
Currently I am working to shift all of the Little Stories, originally written only for the Facebook page, over to the My Omaha Obsession website, as most of our friends are not on Facebook. I am hoping to migrate these investigations over without spamming your mailboxes too often. I plan on resuming all of the sleuthing missions I had started before this harsh winter—one is over nine years old! Of course I’ve got a gazillion little scrawled papers all about the detective office with ideas and properties I am obsessed with. I daydream of moving into video investigations as well, even if they are just shorts to bolster an article. I think it would give an entertaining visual for those of our group who are no longer living in Omaha and don’t have the option to just toodle over to the latest fixation site. Oddly we’ve got a collection of detectives who have never even been to the Midwest, let alone Omaha. Isn’t that wonderfully weird? And some say I have a compulsion. Another dream plan is to get the website mapped out through GIS. The fifth big, big dream would be to begin work on a second book. Stay tuned.
Thank Yous
I would like to formally thank Martha Grenzeback, Lynn Sullivan, Mark Sorensen and the incredible librarians at the W. Dale Clark Library in Downtown Omaha both for their time, attention, wisdom and like-minded obsessiveness. Their collective humanitarian action in helping everyone who walks through their doors, with professionalism and compassion is inspiring. I continue to learn from you. Long Live Public Libraries!!
Stephen Sheehan, Jesse Hutmaker, Ryan Roenfeld, Jody Lovallo and The Omaha History Club FaceBook Group, Bruce Karlquist, John Jordan, Jana Faust, Lynda Clause, Zoe Drakulich, Syd Reinarz and Jim Hofmann for ongoing encouragement and continued supportive words. Thanks to all of my very best galpals and our cherished, sanity-boosting coffee dates. Your support and super-sleuther sisterhood mean everything to me. I love my dear Mothers of Miss Cassette and Fathers of Miss Cassette and our whole family.
A kind thanks to all fellow history lovers who offered opportunities by way of invitations and speaking engagements. I regret that my professional career and private life prevent me from taking part in a truly public forum. In another world, it would have been divine to have accepted these invitations, shucked this whole privacy matter and unreservedly branded myself. At some point, I may.
I would have no book or website without our forebears-the local journalists and historians of Omaha’s past, which I quote freely in my writing. I am so grateful. A toast to the incredible foresight and keen vision of the Omaha photographers, mostly deceased, who captured the breathtaking architectural images that continue to draw us in. Thanks to the Durham Museum, various county and state historical societies and UNO archives, we have these glorious photographic collections. But I shower specific attention and praise upon Bill Gonzalez, dear friend and Keeper of the Durham Museum Photo Archives—someone whom I enjoy very much. I have treasured our conversations, his wealth of knowledge, his compassion and his assurance that “What is said at the Durham stays at the Durham.”
With utmost respect and admiration to those who compiled current and historical data for the various Reconnaissance Surveys of Omaha Neighborhoods studies, particularly the Nebraska State Historical Society, Omaha City Planning Department and various architecture firms–the reports from architects at Alley Poyner Macchietto Architecture stand out. Outstanding ovation to those architects and aids who wrote the numerous National Register of Historical Places registration form documents. What a city treasure.
Scott Barnes, Mary Barnes, Susanna Nunes and all Omaha staff at the Register of Deeds Office for tolerating my pesty, inquisitive ways. They have been more than generous with their time and have a collective treasure trove of information. Taylor Korensky and the Appsky team for helping to design and maintain my website. They can be found at http://appsky.io.
Kristine Gerber, previously of Restoration Exchange Omaha for her incredible books (a true gift to Omaha), knowledge and generosity. Ron Hunter for his great photographs, for sharing both his insight and the historic Sun Newspaper with me during the writing of my book. Thank you Michael Leahy for legal counsel and fun Omaha lore. Michelle Gullett, intellectual property manager at the Omaha World Herald, for help with photo permission for the book and the blog in the last year. Much appreciated.
Amy C. Schindler, Director of Archives & Special Collections at University of Nebraska at Omaha for her time and zest in helping me with my newest diversions. Gail Knapp and Mike Schonlau of the Omaha City Planning GIS department. Martha Miller of the Nebraska State Historical Society for her patience and help. Matt Piersol and all of the Nebraska State Historical Society team for continued contributions. Joseph A. Knapp with Historic Preservation at the City of Omaha Planning Department for spending time to help me dig and dig further into my passion. Lynn Meyer, my personal Omaha photographer obsession, now retired Omaha planner, photographer and preservation advocate. Your photos inspire!
This has been a great year and I have treasured all that you have shared with me. I shall never forget our collaborative mysteries. Thank You, Detectives. Miss Cassette
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I love your Obsession. I love architecture, even as a young child I remember loving my Grandparents’ home at 127 No 42nd St between Dodge & Davenport. The home was built by my Grandmother’s adoptive parents, Dr & Mrs R.A. Knode. I loved exploring the house and thinking what it must have been like back in the day. The sunroom, the butler’s pantry, the blue cushion seat next to the coat closet where I would find items to dress up in, such as a small mink stoll. The woodwork was beautiful! I have great memories there. My mother and her siblings were also raised in that house. My great grandparents also had a maid, who worked there while my mother and her siblings grew up. She was part of the family and was so loved.
Thank you for all you do to reveal the history of Omaha.
It has indeed been a rough winter. You are to be forgiven for a bit of morose reflection; from personal experience I know that the loss of someone like Four is not something that one recovers from quickly. Cats and old buildings both possess a hard-to-define quality which is both magical and mysterious; it’s no wonder that each leaves an immense void when no longer with us. A truly good writing partner is hard to find and I extend my sincere sympathy. On the brighter side, the planet has benefited from three years of your Omaha Obsession and there is so much more to look forward to! Your book(s) will be similarly tantalizing. Hang in there… Spring is not too far off. And I need you to supply me with the occasional Omaha fix which I so desperately crave. Happy 3rd Birthday!
~ Miss Cassette ~
Four legged friends leave pawprints on our hearts forever. Please accept our condolences for the loss of Four.
Know that Four & One Two & Three will be waiting @ the Rainbow Bridge, for you, when you cross over.
There will be plenty of milk & tunafish, and they will be glad to see you again.
Congrats on your third year !
Keep those stories coming.
1950’s Benson Benson Park will be a part of my life forever.
From 1952-1960 I was “The Crown Prince Of Cummins Diesel”
But that another story for another time.
Kindest Regards,
CGE III
So glad you are back following the loss of Four! As usual this was a remarkable piece with the sense of reminiscence, looking forward,and gratitude. Many people are eager for the publishing of the book, including me. In fact Miss Cassette’s writing has inspired me to do some work on a book I started some 15 + years ago.
My heart goes out to you for your loss. A cat climbs right into your soul and never leaves, Four will always be in your memories. So glad you got The Twins to love and continue Cat Reign in your home.
Yes, this weather is quite off-putting! I long to see the first robins, but they’re holding back as the earthworms are as deep as China still.
Your anonymity serves you well; its your passport around the city’s properties. I do hope you have a book-signing, however, as many of your fans would adore a signed first edition. A dark, smoked filled room would be apropos for your mystique.
My maiden name is Guilfoyle. My Father, Michael F., owned a cattle brokerage business at the Omaha Stockyards named the Cornbelt Livestock Co. His father started it. Now I am puzzled, because it was mentioned to me there was a building downtown called the Guilfoyle building in early Omaha. Can you get me started on how to find records of buildings that were torn down?
Thank you ever so much,
I remain a passionate reader,
Ellen Guilfoyle Graham
Hello Ellen–thank you so much for your kind words. I have spent quite a bit of time trying to find the elusive Guilfoyle building and am coming up with nothing. So frustrating. I did find a photo of your beautiful family home on California. I will email it to you with an idea for the Guilfoyle building.