If one had been in the desperate habit of falling deeply in love with unattainable brick English country homes, the great beauty settled at 1111 South 90th Street would have long ago proposed a perilous catch. I say perilous only because loving is dangerous in and of itself, let alone infatuations with implausible things–I have found the obsession is often fraught with painful lessons in impermanence, especially in this town of Omaha. Discovering the picturesque 1111 South 90th Street for the first time was, without a doubt, a significant moment in one’s life, if one’s life happened to be like mine. I say this with confidence, for I am sure she imbued many an innocent romantic’s fairy-tale dream house come to life. Coarsely pinned down, there are not many playfully bricked, head in the cloud homes like her this side of the grave. My only questions of her exalted existence were ever—when exactly is she at her best? In the sunlight when I can study her playful arrangement of brickwork or at night, when I can observe the amber glow enclosed by her sheers and curtains, left to imagine the happy lives of her lucky inhabitants?
Oh yes…there were other curious queries over the years I imagine most sensible escapists experienced when engaging her far away eye—How is something this gorgeous and mysterious propped right on 90th and Pacific? Shouldn’t this lovely residence be nestled in the gnome woods or at least far from the road behind a wandering, crumbly gate?
A few weeks ago I had just picked up a coffee and was dawdling by the corner of 90th and Pacific on my way to go sniffing about another local architectural heartthrob. I was shocked to find an array of machinery in the front garden of 1111 South 90th Street. Her lovely ivy and vines had been ripped from her front façade, the grass, the plantings, her huge, mature trees and shrubbery of her front and side grounds were barren, as if a small bomb has detonated or a dangerous plan was afoot. What was left were hideous, gnarled clusters of the trees’ root systems, ripped from the soil, whipping dirt clouds and the once revered house looking sad and dusty.
How could this be? My sainted aunt, this wasn’t just some simple home one caught a glimpse of in passing. I learned to steal my quick studies of her, like a work of art at Joslyn, the brief viewings were accumulative and satiating. I marveled at how enchantingly sturdy she was, standing up to an ever-widening major Omaha thoroughfare. So much of the theatre of 90th Street residential was quashed long ago by the expanding of the busy street but 1111 South 90th carried on and my, did she enchant. Her very hypnotic presence elevated the handsomeness of the whole area.
I would scurry home and review the Omaha permits site for demolition applications and find nothing (as of yet). I did discover that Westside Community Schools Foundation Inc. bought the home at 1111 South 90th Street back in November of 2019. My renowned Tudor was a four bedroom, four and half bath home, offering a spacious 3,918 sq. ft.; she had long been a proper family residence. Sarah Mitchell, trustee of John and Shirley Mitchell Family trust struck a deal with Westside for $500,000. The home is now held in Laura Iliff’s name; she is Executive Director of the Westside Community Schools Foundation. Apparently John Hoich bought 1101 South 90th (the historic Archie Love house built into 1906) in 1998 and in turn donated it to Westside Community Schools. It now serves as their Alumni Center and is to the direct north of the 1111 South 90th Street house.
The Westside Alumni House at 1101 South 90th Street. This was one of the homes that started the West Pacific Addition trend, drawing other wealthy families to move westward.
The Alumni Center to the left, 1111 South 90th to the right. I was facing east when I took this image, only to illustrate the proximity of the two buildings.
A part of me dreamt that the Westside Alumni Center was planning to move their offices into the 1111 South 90th Street home or some decadent architectural refashioning, connecting the two homes but alas, it appears the newest acquisition will come down shortly. A good Architecture-Obsessed Friend notified me that he recently walked through 1111 South 90th and that it was unquestionably set for pre-demolition. One of his favorite old homes, he said, “I just walked through. No one said a thing.” He remarked that one of the demolition crewmen was eating his lunch in the family room. “He said he went to Westside High School and always loved this house and wondered what it looked like inside. He said he would have never thought he’d be eating lunch in it while tearing it down.” The exact date/s of demolition must remain a mystery for now. If you are in the know, we’d love to hear more about this plan.
1111 South 90th Street in better days. Hidden in plain sight…my favorite!
These are my guesses and only mine. The Alumni Center on 90th and Pacific, the newly acquired 1111 South 90th house and the parking lot to the east of it, essentially behind the home, are now all held in the Westside name. Douglas County School District 66 holds the deed for the whole Westside High School campus running from Pacific Street on the north, to 87th Street on the east, to William Street on the south side. 1305 South 90th Street (the parcel to the south of 1111 South 90th Street) is owned by the Douglas County School District. You have seen it. It has the odd turn around that doesn’t seem to offer much purpose right now, other than a place to park and turn back onto 90th. I have always suspicioned that this parcel serves as a place setter for a larger project in the works. Four houses bordering 90th on Westside’s western-most fringe are the only impediment to their domination of the whole stretch of land. Oh yes and who can forget the Coram Deo Church at 8787 Pacific. Mr. Cassette has informed that church has been there forever (1950s, according to records) and isn’t going anywhere. I refrain from comment. Much like UNO, I believe that Westside is assembling its super campus. I surmise that the Alumni foundation will be tearing down both the Archie Love house and 1111 South 90th to build a large alumni center, the likes of the Thompson Alumni Center on UNO’s campus. In this way Westside could have their own banquets, events, class reunions and conferences on campus without needing to rent space. The Thompson Center, I will point out, does creatively encapsulate one of the brilliant original homes swallowed up by UNO’s expansion. I may be completely out on a limb with this conjecture. Again, if you know of anything, I would love to hear your thoughts.
Top of image is north. 1111 South 90th is the second to top parcel on the upper left. 90th Street runs vertical on the left side of the aerial. Pacific Street runs horizontal across the top, left to right. Photo borrowed from the Douglas County/Omaha NE GIS Department.
2020 aerial. Camera facing west. 1111 South 90th is seen in the middle top, the Westside Alumni Center in the top right portion. The Westside parking lots surround. Photo borrowed from the Douglas County/Omaha NE GIS Department.
*Addendum of November 2, 2020.* Shared by local sleuth, Alicia Benolken on the My Omaha Obsession FB page. “I believe this is to be more parking for WHS.” She included this press release from Westside High:
“Westside Community Schools, in conjunction with the Westside Foundation, is moving forward with the removal the “Mitchell House,” which is just south of the Westside Alumni House at 90th and Pacific. This house was acquired in July 2019 by the Westside Foundation for the school district. It has long been a strategic property as we look to expand our high school campus and add 60+ parking spots for students, staff, and visitors.
Upon purchase, the school district knew the house was in very poor condition with several major issues, including:
- Extensive mold
- Inadequate ductwork
- Significant structural damage in several areas
- Rotting windows
- Water damage
- Termite damage
We were interested in the property acquisition as it would allow us to add much needed parking to our campus. It quickly became clear to us that the structure was not salvageable for district usage, nor do we wish for the structure to remain uninhabited for safety purposes. Therefore, the decision has been made to demolish the structure. Westside Community Schools does not take the decision to tear down a house lightly.
If anyone is interested in purchasing this house for the sole purpose of moving it off the premises, please contact Mike Lucas (402-390-2105 or firstname.lastname@example.org) by 4:00 PM on August 4th.
If nobody purchases it to move off site, we will work with Habitat for Humanity to ensure that any re-usable items from this dilapidated structure can be put to good use.”
The emotions should be exercised every now and again and yes, there are many reasons to shut the bathroom door and cry to oneself. The landscape is changing before our eyes. I did go to 1111 South 90th Street and spend time with her. We had some words and she allowed me to photograph her, which I will share in a bit. But I’ll be honest, friends, I don’t have the tears for Loveland any more. At least publicly. I have written before that once we tear down historic homes in a neighborhood, it becomes that much easier for developers and the city to rev up the wrecking ball over and over again. In fact I know of another historic home in the area that will soon come down. And after all District 66 is no stranger to the predatory scrapings of newcomers wanting to build McMansions. It is telling. For more deep dig investigations of this sort and about this area, check out The Balla Machree Investigation and the story of what happened to the ranches on Pacific Street. Teary or not, I thought at the very least, I would like to share a bit of Miss 1111 South 90th Street’s history and contributions, for she does hold a humanity and a soul within her walls and she surely must have her memories too. And that’s got to be worth something. I offer the following with a quiet reverence and thoughtful contemplation.
A Very Brief History
The West Pacific Hills Addition was one of those early West Omaha suburban areas. If you survey the previous links included, you will find that the Gene Melady and Archie Love families really drew Omaha to this particular corner of 90th and Pacific. Another bellwether “gentleman farmer” was Mr. Charles E. Reese. Not only did the Reeses own gobs of farmland around the 90th and Pacific area, they had a palatial brick home and outdoor swimming pool long before anyone could imagine such a thing.
In June of 1929 Mr. Reese sold a large portion of his land to E. K. Corrigan “near 90th and Pacific Streets” for $4,000. Archie Love also sold $4,000 worth of land to E. K. Corrigan on the same day near 90th and Pacific. Edward Corrigan, I was soon to find, was head of the E. K. Corrigan & Co. live stock commission firm. Edward or Ed was a livestock agent or “order buyer and broker” at the South Omaha Exchange building. He was partial to the hog market. Meanwhile Mrs. Corrigan held interests in High Society Omaha and was well known in the Sunday Society Section where a woman could really display her brilliant plumage. The Corrigans lived luxuriantly in the St. Regis Apartments as they awaited the construction of their 3, 168.00 square foot, brick, European country home; this property would be assigned the 1111 South 90th Street postal address in time. But one year later “they have found the delay of house building too uncertain to await the pleasure of swimming and have installed a handsome pool. Almost nightly they can be found there with groups of friends.” Through aerials would find this massive pool, far east of the home, in the leveled area that is now Westside’s parking lot. There were other buildings too—a BBQ house (you know how I love those) and a guesthouse. This might have been some sort of pool house. Now the Douglas County Assessor’s office had 1111 South 90th Street’s construction date listed as 1935, but I believe the gracious Tudor might have been finished by at least 1933, if not 1931.
1938 aerial shows how desolate the 90th and Pacific area were. Possibly just the way the Loves and the Corrigans liked it! If you really get in there, you can see the large, dark, rectangular pool to the east of the house. I love the imagine their grounds. I also like that back, sneak drive. Photo borrowed from the Douglas County/Omaha NE GIS Department.
The E. K. Corrigan home near 90th and Pacific in 1931. Eastern (backside) elevation. Large two story brick home surrounded by a stonewall. These steps led to the spacious, inspiring grounds and the large swimming pool below. Creator: Bostwick, Louis (1868-1943) and Frohardt, Homer (1885-1972). Publisher: The Durham Museum. 1937.
Just for comparison, this is how the eastern view holds up today.
By 1931 I was reading of Corrigan’s Omaha Famous annual barbeque and picnics for members of the Exchange, infamously held at the Ninetieth and Pacific house, as it was called in those days. More than 250 attended. This site often entertained employees and trading associates. An afternoon was devoted to swimming and other outdoor sports. Barbequed meat and beer went into the night.
A group of men at one of Corrigan’s barbecues, waiting for the cook to carve up the meat. I believe this is Ed Corrigan in the dark shirt. Creator: Wentworth, William (1892-1982). Publisher: The Durham Museum. Date: 1940. Corrigan was also known to have “large stag picnics” at his home, where strolling musicians, The Three Little Pigs, were hired to entertain. In 1935 the Corrigans “chicken fries” were all the rage.
A group of men at a barbecue drinking beer and enjoying themselves. Creator: Wentworth, William (1892-1982). Publisher: The Durham Museum. Date: 1940.
OWH archive from July 1938. “Luncheon, Swim Party Welcome Diversion.” The E. K. Corrigan pool in their lovely yard was the scene of a luncheon and swimming party on Thursday afternoon.
By the time the Corrigan clan put their beauty at 1111 South 90th Street up for sale in the late 1950s, it was called “Loveland’s Finest Swiss Chateau Country House.” It was noted in a listing for its four lovely bedrooms, three baths, all tile on the second floor. “Large foyer vestibule, beautiful studio living room with most elaborate fireplace and mantle. Banquet size dining room and casement windows to beautiful grounds and gardens. Large kitchen with built-in refrigeration. Guesthouse and caretakers quarters. Home was fully air-conditioned.” Mr. and Mrs. John A. Nixon, Jr. and their children, Suzanne Kay, Robert, Kenny, Dianne and Joanne moved in in August of 1962.
Fourteen-year-old son, Ken Nixon would make the newspaper in November of 1964 for his interest in farm equipment. Not only was he a cooler than cool kid, I enjoy this article as it gave a real feel for the area in the early 60s—still rural in many ways: “About 15 years ago, there were a few homes and some farmland in the Ninetieth and Pacific Streets neighborhood. For the residents, the unmistakable sound of a two-cylinder farm tractor was not unfamiliar. Now the pop-pop, eager to work sound will be familiar again. For the garage of the John A. Nixon, Jr. home at 1111 South Ninetieth Street contains one shiny, green and yellow John Deere B. 25 years young and almost ready to work. The proud owner is Ken Nixon, a 14-year-old, ninth grader at Arbor Heights Junior High School, who has “liked farm machinery ever since I was little.”
In May of 1966 Dr. and Mrs. John R. Mitchell and their five daughters settled into their new address at 1111 South Ninetieth Street. The Nixons and their five children had have moved to Pebble Beach, California. John Roy Mitchell was an Omaha pediatrician; I found he was also a professor and chairman of pediatrics at Creighton University School of Medicine, chief of pediatrics at Bergan Mercy and the now-closed St. Catherine’s Hospital, chief of staff at Bergan Mercy, and president of the Metro Omaha Medical Society.
Favorite historic photo of the whole investigation. Sarah, Martha, Mrs. Shirley Mitchell, Laura, Jane and Ann with the glorious brick home in the background. Adore this photo, recalling The Sound of Music, at least to my eyes.
The Mitchell family would own and maintain the glorious home at 1111 South 90th Street for many decades, obviously a loving familial stewardship. A review of historic aerials over the years reveal some changes to the parcel and surrounding environ. For one—that swimming pool. The pool was still visible in the 1955 aerial and 1962 but it was not visible to the eye in the 70s and 80s aerials.
In 1993 aerial shows Westside High is encroaching but the fine property at 1111 South 90th Street still stretched far to the east. Photo borrowed from the Douglas County/Omaha NE GIS Department.
By the 2001 aerial it appeared that the Mitchells had sold the back east third of their plot to Westside. Photo borrowed from the Douglas County/Omaha NE GIS Department.
Dr. Mitchell passed away in 2011 but in 2014 I would come across a John R. Mitchell who applied for building permit to remodel the suburban home to the tune of $30,000. Was this applicant their son, Dr. John Mitchell, II, a local gastroenterologist? **Addendum of November 10, 2020** Grandson John Mitchell made a correction to the piece: “You speculated that ‘Dr. John Mitchell, II, a local gastroenterologist’ was related to the family. There is no relation there, just a coincidence. I’m not sure what went behind on the building permits you had mentioned in that section. I’m guessing my Grandmother just used the name because it was easier for her. That’s when she replaced the roof and the sunroom windows.”
I would find Sarah Mitchell, trustee of John and Shirley Mitchell Family trust sold the family home to Westside Community Schools Foundation Inc. in November of 2019. One would think this was not an easy decision for the Mitchell children but perhaps an option the family had resolved might become an eventuality, considering what was closing in around them.
A house, even a breathstealingly gorgeous one, is a rumble of its families’ footsteps, door closings and voices and sneezes and distant laughs. I could sense there was a tangible, familiar feeling, not so long ago, perhaps imagined by peering in her dusty windows. I was surprised by the remnants left. The brick country house was just bursting with life. But on this recent morning I did hear her in her complete silence. I stopped at her front door just to savor the odd experience of the country house heavy with a quiet in her way, interrupted only by the steady flow of traffic. She was The One who had the rare distinction of being the most ogled house in the whole area. Standing near I was pushing the very boundaries of proper etiquette. I would have never imagined getting this close to her. I felt breathless, like visiting my father’s good friend’s taxidermy studio when I was a young girl. Left to explore the bald forms, the many hides and small drawers of overflowing eyeballs, I could never approach the full scale taxidermy in close proximity, out of reverence, paralyzed with the great beauty and fear that I might witness movement in a nostril, even a blink of the eye. I was trying to soak in the place and tell her how wonderful she was.
What struck me first was her Seriously Playful brickwork, a mason’s machinations. The decorative half-timbering. The rounded, Tudor arch door, fit for a gnome. There is supposedly imported Dutch tile in the entry. Small plank door with small window. The rustic porch light. I found her to be an eclectic mix of an English Tudor and a French country cottage. The stone mixed with the brick. The front facing exposed chimney. The French eclectic tower. I spied an internal chimney as well, from the back of the house.
I peered and saw the perfect ivy wallpaper in the bedroom beyond the dormer window above the garage. I knew that would be my room. Can you see it?
The perfect, weathered French barn shutters. Just amazing.
Basement stairwell. The time and craftsmanship for a basement exit. Mind boggling.
A strange upright piano and pink grouping of overstuffed furniture had been mysteriously overlooked when the place was cleared out. The flagstone family room and porch once overlooked the estate-like grounds.
Eastern elevation that once faced the Corrigan swimming pool. My friend, who I had previously mentioned walked in on the demo crew, shared that two of the bathrooms had square tubs that looked original. There was also one room that had painted cedar siding–behind it, he discovered a nursery style wallpaper–light blue with boats.
A Fond Goodbye
I try and aim tough but when they finally tear down the brick house at 1111 South 90th Street I expect there may be a few tears shed and not just by me. On the precipice of Miss 1111 South 90th Street’s demise, I am reminded of a favorite old song by Cole Porter, one that we sing around the Cassette household. But this time I would croon to Miss 1111, herself, in honor of her lovely contributions.
You’d be so nice to come home to
You’d be so nice by the fire
While the breeze on high sang a lullaby
You’d be all that I could desire
Under stars chilled by the winter
Under an August moon burning above
You’d be so nice, you’d be paradise
To come home to and love
Stay tuned for the yet-unfurled future of 1111 South 90th Street. Keep your socks up, Omaha!
*Addendum of November 9, 2020* Local salvage hero, Molly Toberer and her team Habitat for Humanity at Omaha ReStore was able to gain access to this beautiful home and save all of the interior architectural goodies. They will plan to rescue the windows and doors last. Thanks for this good news, Molly. Habitat for Humanity ReStore @HabitatOmahaReStore
**Addendum of November 10, 2020** Grandson John Mitchell shared this information about his family and his grandparent’s beloved home.
He shared a colorful “second-hand story of a second-hand story” and was not absolutely sure of its validity. “My grandfather mentioned once he heard a story about a prank played on the previous owners, the Nixons. Apparently, while the Nixons were away, someone got a hold of a small prop plane and had it hoisted up on the roof to make it look like it crashed into the house. My grandfather said he had searched for photos of this but never could find any. I have no idea of the veracity of this story and I don’t think my grandfather could say if it were true or not either. It’s a fun story though.
When my grandparents moved in they said it wasn’t lived in for a year or more. It was dilapidated and animals had made their home there. Their previous house was about a mile away near Westside Middle School. When they told my Mom and her sisters they were going to move my Mom’s oldest sister wrote up a long elaborate list of reasons why they shouldn’t move. My grandparents took her over to the new house to see it for the first time. She threw her list away after that.
By the time I was born the pool was already filled in and it was an open space. I could still see the rim of the pool. When my grandparents first moved in their youngest daughter was around one year old. They worried about her wandering out of sight and falling in. I think that it was also dilapidated and had cracked, plus the general maintenance a pool requires probably made it an easy decision for them to make. There was also a pool house on the back end of the property on the South East side but that wasn’t there when I grew up. However on the North East end was an old Omaha streetcar converted into a building. It was surrounded by pine trees and inside it had a long table that could seat 15 to 20 people I imagine. The streetcar was attached to a small kitchen with some cooking tops and stoves. It was always overgrown with weeds and hadn’t been kept up when I was a kid but it was a great fort for a boy. Reading your fantastic piece and looking at the pictures I realize that’s where Corrigan had his BBQ parties. My imagination races with fantasies of what it must have been like back then. How fun do those parties look? Amazing.
My grandfather had pretty bad tinnitus so he would listen to the TV with the volume loud. I remember PBS echoing throughout the house and feeling that comfort and peace. I learned to play chess with my grandfather in the family room in front of the large stone fireplace. The basement was wood paneled and had a large pool table that I spent many hours on. The flight of stairs going up from the entry foyer to the second level has a set of ribbon chimes for the doorbell. I can sing you the four note jingle it plays when it rang. The attic runs the entire length of the house and is accessible by a pull down staircase. In it is an old electric car track that runs the perimeter of the attic. It never worked when I was a kid. I’m not sure who put it there but it was either Corrigan or Nixon.”
When I asked John if he thought his family’s home was truly in a state of disrepair or if it could have been saved, he responded: “In my opinion the house could have been brought back to its original splendor with the right owners. However, I understand Westside’s right to use the land in the best way they deem and I respect the offer they’ve extended to the community to move it. I wish I were in a position to take them up on it.”
Thank you, John for adding to the richness of the story.
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Very sad to see it go. I read they offered it up for someone to move the home to a new location. The perfect situation would be if someone moved this house onto the now vacant (but overpriced) lot at 1018 S. 90th, the former site of the Balla Machree home. Those developers tore down Balla Machree only to discover they weren’t able to build their project. If only they had the wisdom to tear it down after approval of their plan from city council. The added slap in the face is that one of them is actually on the city’s Landmarks Commission.
Oh Spencer…I was going to email you but I didn’t have the heart. I do like your idea to move it the Balla Machree land. What in the world is happening to that part of town? So sorry for all the neighbors who care deeply.
I’m one of a very few priveliged people to be born and raised in this house and my heart is currently breaking the same as it does for a close family member in hospice. Thank you so much for the piece on my childhood home. I love the history and I remember the edges of a filled in pool. Your loving words are comforting.
Please know that my thoughts are with you. I know this couldn’t have been easy and it must hurt to see it go. You must be flooded with memories and emotion. Thank you for your words. Take care of you and your family.
As someone that spent the majority of his childhood in that house thank you so much for this write up. All of my best memories are from this house and it’s so sad to see it go. I can hardly imagine it gone.
My high school classmate Martha Mitchell lived there . I have tons of great memories visiting here. A group of us were very close during Jr and High School, sad to see it gone.
Yes thank you. You can’t see it very well but on the 93 ariel photo on the NE corner of the property, we had an old Omaha street car grounded and laid on a concrete foundation.
Hi John, I recognize that you are in transition and this is a sensitive time. If possible, later, I would like to email you personally to ask some questions about your family’s house and get this history on record. Thank you
Anytime. I would love to share.
Simply heartbreaking and Infuriating. I have no words. I think of the incredible, magnificent homes UNO demolished. I spent much time at the Cleary home and still can’t believe they are mostly all gone. It seems Omaha has no sense of the importance of historical masterpieces. Many tears indeed. I always love your pieces even when they make me cry.
Reading this was just a lousy way to start the day. So incredibly sad. When will Omaha ever learn? The brickwork alone is amazing.
worse yet, the district does noting about the parking for the kids, but spends money on crap like this. it is a joke. more of a joke are all those pretentious people who buy a home right next to a high school, then run to the city with their lawyers to block the kids from parking on ANY street in a 6 block radius to the high school. the school does nothing because their names are on the wall as donors in the lobby. then they run around and hand out tickets to the kids who have nowhere to park off campus and then collect the money or no diploma. outrageous.
So very sad to lose this beautiful home.
This was my grandparents home and I too am heartbroken to see it go. My mom Martha grew up in this home, and my sister and I were lucky enough to spend a lot of time here with my grandparents while growing up. This home will always hold a special place in my heart. Thank you for the tribute.
Very thankful you ran this story concerning our latest west Omaha “loss”. Last Saturday–Halloween, I walked past this home at 1111 So. 90th st. in total shock and dismay. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! The home itself had such a rich history, and it was obviously loved and admired by thousands of us in Omaha. While I looked for any construction personell to ask, I figured in my mind that Westside schools had something to do with the removal. And as you explained, my suspicions were correct. A very sad moment in the history of this area on south 90th street indeed.
As for the Westside Alumni house on the corner–Mr. Love’s home–I was in school with Mike Baum, whose family lived in that house when I was in high school at Westside in the 1970s. They had this quaint old log cabin that resided east of the house near Westside’s parking lot. One day, it too was gone. It seems we are losing our historic roots little by little out here; What was beautiful and loved by many appears to be of no interest to others and done away with. Same holds true with the “Loveland Estates” at 87th & Pacific. Nothing is sacred anymore. A very sad reality for us all.
Hey Will. A good friend of mine bought that cabin and moved it to farm land by Mondamin , IA.
Completely unnecessary. Completely asinine. Just pathetic. Another cringe-worthy example of the complete disregard for Omaha’s architectural history.
Really illustrates how the professions of architecture and urban planning continue to fail in contemporary Omaha.
Yesterday my daughter sent this article to me. I broke down in tears. Martha and I have been good friends since grade school. So needless to say I spent a great deal of time in this beautiful home. I became so close to the family that I called myself the six Mitchell girl. I now reside in California. So I won’t see the demolition. That I’m glad. Because tears again would be pouring every time I’d drive down 90th.
Thank you for sharing this history. I was a childhood neighbor that lived at the 1101 South 90th St., which is now the Westside alumni house. As I child with my younger brothers we would play with Sarah and Martha down in their basement. Very fond memories of the house and their family. I was sadden and dishearten they will probably in the future tear down our old home. Thank you again for the history and reminding of those times where I grew up.
I was was one and a half when I moved to 1111 S.90th st. It was my mother’s dream house. My dad paid cash for the home a bit begrudgingly he knew the cost and upkeep it would take. The love for my mom and her love of the house prevailed. He made a cash offer thinking it would not be excepted but next thing he knew he was moving his wife and five girls into the beautiful 90th street house.
When we moved in, there were caretakers that lived in an apartment downstairs. The Johnston’s did our laundry and honeydoos . I remember sometimes eating dinner with the Johnston’s. My sister learned to knit from Mrs. Johnston. The Johnston’s stayed a few years then went their own way. we forever called that area the Johnston’s room. We had what was called a butlers pantry off the kitchen. We had the Porch which was off the living room. My mom had ferns and Ivys hanging all through the porch. Later years a tv was in the porch I remember watching the monkeys show (the group) in the porch. My bedroom was the bedroom with the balcony. My mom put me there because it was next to her room I’m sure so she could tend to me as a small child. I would remain in the same room until I married and started my own family. Later years as a teenager I would have to sneak by my mom to get to my room. Rarely I could make it with out hearing Laura is that you? The kids would gather in the basement you could turn the lights on at the bottom of the stairs or the top of the stairs. My sisters would constantly turn the lights off at the top of the stairs when I was in the basement which was a bit scary for a young girl. I would scream they would cackle.
We had water fights in the house when my parents were gone I remember dumping water over the stairway railing much to the surprise of my sisters. We of coarse would clean everything up before Mom and dad were home. The back yard was wonderful growing up we had a street car in our back yard. We would bring our friends in the old streetcar have party’s and play games. There was a full sized pool but my Mom and dad had it filled in when I was young for fear of me or anyone else falling in.
The room you talk about with the ivy wall paper was my fathers room their must of been thousands and thousands of books read in that room. My Dad never left the house with out a book. When he was a young boy he was run over by a vehicle’ it mangled his knee and he was bed ridden for almost a year. That’s when he learned his love of reading. In later years he would get in trouble for hiding in a closet with a light past his bed time. My father was the smartest man I’ve ever known. His intelligence lead him to become one of the top Doctors in Nebraska… head of the Nebraska Medical society, chief of staff at Bergen mercy the list goes on and on.
He of coarse couldn’t of done all this with out my mother the most loving mother a person could ask for. She filled the house with love where as my dad loved to read my mom loved to entertain, She loved the Omaha play house, she loved playing tennis and most of all spend time with her children. She also loved to play cards the nights of rummy and slap jack In the dining room were endless we would laugh til we cried. We always had a wonderful Christmas. My mom would always try to get us to dance around the Christmas tree which goes back to the danish Christmas she had celebrated.. We would eat so many Christmas cookies of recipes that were passed on from generations before. I could go on and on with wonderful funny stories.I should hope every one had as wonderful of a childhood like mine and to live in one of the most beautiful homes in Omaha. I can only hope Westside will leave a memory of the significance and beautiful historic home and the people that lived there. My children have always referred to the 1111 south 90th street house as the Christmas house and that’s how I will choose to remember my child hood home . The Christmas house that was filled with the love and magic never to be forgotten.
Laura Mitchell Marshall
Well now you’ve done it. My eyes are watering with your beautiful memories. I thank you for sharing such rich memories! Thank you so much for shedding light on the Johnstons. I kept finding their name over and over again and couldn’t understand who they were. I figured they were renters or some kind of caretaker. But I imagined them living in one of the outbuildings. How fascinating that they lived down those wonderful stairs I took a photo of! Thank you so much for taking the time to write this out and if you think of anything else I know we would all savor anything you would like to share.
I, too, grew up in the neighborhood, attending Loveland Elementary and Westside from 1953 through 1965. I recall that male teachers would take up residence in the small house at the east end of the Love property when they first came to teach and did not yet have a residence.