…30 down and 26 left to go.
Its been an immensely fascinating year for me to deeply observe the last fragments of my dying neighborhood. I’ve watched its last residents move on, and then come back to visit in tears. I watched as abandoned homes were torched to blackened holes. I’ve befriended the demolition crews who took my own home and learned of the human side of some of the Lambert officials. I’ve stopped and talked to former residents who scavenge the plots of their beloved homeland. I’ve been chased out by fast cars of wicked people up to no good. I’ve been followed around by yellow Lambert trucks who think I am up to no good. I’ve been waved at and begged to for directions on how to get out of this scary, desolate place they accidentially wandered into. I’ve helped a carload of teenagers try and fix a tire in the night. I’ve yelled at a man digging up a beautiful maple tree in the backyard of one of my favorite homes. I’ve driven through in a hurry ‘just to see.’ I’ve sat for hours on the grassy hillsides listening to the eerie silence in the minutes between the hallowed sounds of jets turbines close overhead. After all this, I am still inexplicably drawn to the area.
I’ve also been surprised and humbled by the large numbers of visitors to this modest site. At first, I figured this would be just a place to keep notes about my time in Carrollton’s last years. Instead it has become a calling to the residents to learn whats new and whats left in Carrollton. Its inspired me to not just keep a blog but to write a book about this particular place and the effects of eminent domain on families and communities in general. I have learned so much about the community already and I have so much more to learn about the fascinating and humble history of the area. I cannot thank enough all the people who have read this site, written to me, commented, and contributed their own stories and images of life growing up in this unique town.
Access to the majority of the neighborhood will soon be cut off. The gates, the band-aid on this gushing wound, are going up on more streets than I had predicted. In the past couple weeks, I found it amusing how I could drive around and lazily end up on the backside of one of their two-screw aluminum traps. We joked about the stupidity of the gate’s placements. For example, they put a gate on Turon Court- A street that was only 1/16th of a mile at most, both ends intersecting into Celburne. It had maybe 5 houses on the whole street, yet they gated both ends of this tiny loop. In the coming days, however, the only streets that will remain open are Woodford Way, part of Celburne, Brampton, and Hemet for access to O’Connor Park. My own street of Brumley now has poles, ready for its set of gates.
They are going to leave the remaining houses to rot away behind the gates. Hide it from the public and it all will go away. The argument could be made that it is Lambert’s land and if they choose to close off the streets, it is their business. In fact, I truly do understand and support that notion. I would completely be ready for the street closures if Lambert were to do one thing… finish this and demolish all the remaining homes first. Behind the gates, some of them could sit for years without notice. What a sad and demoralizing fate for the owners of those homes who already went through so much to lose them in the first place. Once again, Lambert fails to do the respectful and honorable thing for the residents they threw out. Just like the new runway itself, Lambert’s gates on the streets of Carrollton are a short-sighted plan guaranteed to create more problems in the end.
My postings to this site will probably be more erradic given that access will be extremely limited and the grinding halt of any other activity in the area. It doesn’t feel like there is a conclusion to this story yet, not at least while there are still houses standing. We only know snippets of the possible fate of Carrollton as a Chinese air-shipping yard, but even that can change given this fretful economy.
Meanwhile, I will continue to organize the information I have gathered, and wait and see what will happen. One last thing I’ve been sitting on for a while. There is one last landowner in Carrollton, a family friend of ours. When he bought property in Carrollton for Fischer & Frichtel to build, he neglected to build on one strip of land he purchased. That particular bit of land has its own address separate from his adjacent home address, which was destroyed last winter. Evidentially, Lambert was unaware of this land deed, and he did not go out of his way to make mention of it until demo crews attempted to remove some of his property. As far as I know he still has the title to this bit. I think gating off his street might be a tad bit illegal since he technically still owns his land. Beautiful indeed.
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.
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?
I live in the Carrollton Neighborhood of New Orleans..I feel your pain
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.
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.
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!
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?