Comments on: One year ago today 56 houses left was started…

By: laura

laura — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 10:10:02 +0000

they can gate it off, they just have to give him access if he requests it. I forgot to check back for you comment since I was wondering myself. I found the plot you were referring to already myself, but I have also found a couple other ones too! Even one sliver under the south side of 270 that is now under the new runway. Apparently the airport should of hired me to do all their dirty work. I have them bookmarked on another computer and will post them when I can.
I wonder if these property owners are still paying their taxes on these plots?

By: Desy

Desy — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 00:45:15 +0000

Thank you for that awesome link! According to the STL records as of today, he still owns that land! Therefore, they cannot gate that bit of land until he concedes to sell it to Lambert!

Thanks again!

By: laura

laura — Mon, 08 Dec 2008 06:38:44 +0000

want to find if that family friend still owns that strip of land? You can use the county’s interactive maps http://gis.stlouisco.com/ if you remember where the plot was.

By: Kathy Z.

Kathy Z. — Mon, 13 Oct 2008 17:29:16 +0000

When I was 11 years-old my family moved from Coeur d’ Lane Idaho to Bridgeton, MO. My father worked in St. Louis for Potlatch Forests as the accountant. We were the first family to live in our house on Brumley Dr. in the Carrollton subdivision. I do not remember the exact address but I think it was the same house that was your home. I do remember that it had an entrance from the outside to the basement so that might give you more information.

My younger sister and I were completely unsupervised during our free time and we used to go down to the model homes at the entrance of the subdivision and play in them. They were completely furnished and made a wonderful place to play “house.”

We also took long (?) treks through corn fields and thickets to look down on the Missouri River.

Larry Jackson, who played for the Cardinals, lived down the street from us.

In July, we put firecrackers down the storm drains and listened to the echos through them.

Schools were segregated then. We were bussed past the school where blacks went to school to Pattonville Elementary School. I was always puzzled by that and asked my parents about it. They told me that was the way things were done. I didn’t know or even understand about racial prejudice as Idaho is (even now) mostly caucasian.

During that year, I entered the St. Louis science fair and got a first prize in my age group. that meant that I got to go to a special summer program at Washington University where we learned science, math and beginning Russian.

My dad took us to the airport and parked at the end of the runway to watch the jets take off. Sometimes we went to the restaurant in the airport and had hot fudge sundaes.

I can remember a lot more if you are interested. I don’t know if you can see my address and I don’t know how to contact you directly.

Kathy Z.

By: Karen

Karen — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 23:36:12 +0000

I live in the Carrollton Neighborhood of New Orleans..I feel your pain

By: Desy

Desy — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 02:05:10 +0000

I still need to better edit this post, but its late and thought I should get it up before I go to bed. Nevertheless… thank you Jim. : )

Frustrated? Immensely. Is it over? Nope. Just dragging along with (literally) some road blocks in the way.

Will I still post about the last house that goes down behind those stupid gates?

; )

How could I not?

By: Jim

Jim — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 01:51:02 +0000

I stumbled upon your blog shortly after you started it and have been along for almost the whole compelling ride. I have hoped for a clean resolution to this story, a post about the last house’s destruction, but here I am four hours down I-70 from Carrollton feeling like I’ve just watched a movie that had did not resolve the plotlines. I’m sure my frustration doesn’t come close to yours, of course; I’m just trying to say that you’ve successfully conveyed not just the scene but your perspective.