I just received the best email from Kristine Gerber of Restoration Exchange Omaha (REO). If you are not familiar, check out: http://www.restorationexchange.org In this email, she cleared up some questions that arose in the writing of the George
Category: Mysteries of Omaha
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Part One: The first time I remember seeing Hanscom Park was at age 16. We had gotten there by car, many of us, having packed into Someone’s Mother’s Retired Old Boat. The large kind of gas guzzling cars that would be handed down from kid to kid
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Downtown Omaha, the Downtown of Decades Ago is nowadays harder to locate. It is no longer right out in the open but it is still there. I look for it. These essays and this blog are about Looking for It. That is not to say that I am against 2016
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My mother grew tired one day of my morning antics. She was not just my perfect Mother Hostess, hosting my every morning breakfast before school; she also worked fulltime and had to get out the door and on her way. You see, she was not known for
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I saw the house properly, for the very first time, early one afternoon in the middle to late 1990’s when I was out driving in South Omaha. Or on a hunt, as I now say. House Hunting. Mansion Chasing. Building Stalking. I am sure you understand
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Before you even attempt to make sense of this follow up, please take some time to read Mysteries of Omaha: 4025 Izard Street, making sure that you are caught up on our current local Omaha Mystery. (Above Photo and the best illustration taken
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Before I tell you one of the best stories you will ever hear, I have a confession to make. It is a confession that does not paint me in the best light and I risk having you think less of me. I guess that is a part of confessing. I will just get
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I like to think that you and I are probably somewhat similar. We admire old buildings. We like history. We desire beauty in architectural design. Do you ever imagine the stories and people that came before, when you are in the older parts of
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I am not, I must tell you, entirely happy to bring you this short post. So much about this Mayberry situation, the situation of happening upon this story by accident, does not suit me. I do have emotions about the tearing down of fantastic
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The little shop at 812 South 42nd Street, the original third building, south of 42nd and Leavenworth, has slowly been driving me mad for many years. I say this in the best way. I am sure, by now, that I am not the only one who pines for more