There are certain corners of Omaha that refuse to loosen their grip on one’s imagination. West Farnam. The Gold Coast. The Blackstone neighborhood, as it is called today. I shall use the names interchangeably, if only to keep everyone on their
Category: Mysteries of Omaha
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We have all, at one point or another, wondered about 1040 South 29th Street. She was a fortress of a house—variously described as mansion or a castle, as if plopped down on the Nebraska prairie. Austere and enigmatic, the Georgia Row House at
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I came across an old, snow veiled photograph that opened a portal to another era, every detail buried in place. A glorious dark residence was concealed from the road by trees and shrubs, cloaked in snow. Hidden but well maintained, there
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I rounded a familiar corner and promptly found myself navigating the well-known streets of Little Italy. The houses on the narrow, hilly lanes now occupy the area where a magnificent grove formerly stood. They say this elevated, wooded country
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Situated above West Dodge Road, off the beaten path, there sits 533 North 86th Street, a structure that I am long obsessed with. Throughout the years of discreet observation, I regarded her as the exclusive residence of two affluent Omahans.
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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Miss Cassette, speaking to you from the Field Club Historic Neighborhood. I am told they used to hold magic shows, called Mystery Seances, at 3316 Center Street in the old days. The Field Club
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We’ve all wondered about 412 North 96th Street. The imposing fortress of a house on 1.6 flat felled acres stands on the outer rim of Regency. Austere and mysterious, what is possibly most unusual about 412 North 96th Street is that no
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I went around to the Hotel Castle, registered my alias, paid my day’s rent and was taken up to room 333. I smoked and paced and clicked my nails on the burr side stand. I looked out the Venetian blinds now and again. Two hours passed before the
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I was struck dumb and could only stare at them as they beckoned through the large picture windows, frozen, as it seemed, in a moment in time. The Mystery Mannequins of Midtown I had discovered some time before, further down the street, had
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I received a mysterious night telegram from 9402 Pacific Street, possibly emitted from the warning trees, which caused me to hurry up to the property without delay. I cannot be sure how I got there, but I had cast off my thick Hudson and bed
