Oh, to admire your sunny disposition, 5922 Leavenworth. Perched on what I lovingly call, the High End of Leavenworth, right before the fantastic plunge into Elmwood Park or the Last Option to Hang a Louie onto 60th Street, headed south, she has
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I had left the blog for almost a year to get some research and writing done but during that time those of you who follow the Facebook page were privy to some fun, shorter posts. Mother of Miss Cassette called these the Little Stories and she
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Starting in 1889 horse-drawn streetcar service routes, courtesy of the Omaha Street Railway, had been carved out along Farnam, Leavenworth and St. Mary’s Avenue making these very popular, well-traveled paths in and out of Downtown Omaha. By 1926
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This weekend I was just poking along Leavenworth when I noticed the old dairy delivery truck garage from the Graystone plant was missing. I had always liked that whole area, the south side of Leavenworth. After I spun around, I saw the little
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There are not many among us who would argue the northwest corner of 46th and Dodge to be the most handsome of our fair city, so I can understand this may reach some of you with a touch of indifference. When the Oh-K Fast Print Shop is torn
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This obsession with magnificent homes degenerates into lunacy rather quickly, don’t you agree? As soon as one learns of another kindred spirit or finds a good group of architectural snoops such as ours, one begins to recognize the exhilarating
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Some of us fall in love with buildings and gardens and I venture to suggest this might just run in families. I fall in love everywhere I look in Old Omaha, architecturally speaking, but at times I am not quite sure where this obsession came
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Did you know about the barbeque house trend from the summer of 1950? I had never heard of such a glorious thing until very recently. Did it ever take off, I wonder? The prospect of having my own barbeque house, which I very well might
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There was a time, not long ago when a small staff, including a cook and “a competent girl,” no doubt the nimble upstairs maid, oversaw the day-to-day function of the large Queen Anne at 3618 Farnam Street. I do like to picture that well-run
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One day last week as I was lying outside, alone, luxuriating in the sun and my daydreams, I had a forecast of a Slim Aarons’ style picturesque summer– A la A Place in the Sun. Enveloped in Ethiopian jazz, floating from our sun porch, a