My, oh my, Omaha. What do we have here? I spied this newly developing mural on our mystery property about three days ago. Please check out Mysteries of Omaha: 812 South 42nd Street and Mysteries of Omaha: 812 South 42nd Street Part Two if you
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I am not one of those people who refuse to go west of 72nd Street. In fact some of my very favorite homes in Omaha are west of 90th Street. But in recent years, I will confide, Center Street (west of 72nd, so it is officially West Center Road)
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Mr. Cassette often teases me that I should have a side blog called, “What’s the Deal, Omaha?” This article quite possibly fits in that category. As we all by now know, the historic Clarinda Apartment (3027 Farnam St) and Page Apartment (305-11
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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
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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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Mr. Cassette and I feel very fortunate to own a smart, little, early 1940’s cottage that we very much love. Most of the house still upholds its original integrity, save for a few missteps. A previous owner, decades ago, decided to undertake some
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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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Would it really surprise anyone to hear that Miss Cassette loves to walk around Omaha and make up names and stories for almost everyone and thing that I come across? Because that is what I do. I can’t help it. I am not sure when it all