lynne.lewis

I assume it was eiither the grandmother or the mother of the young girl. I wish I'd been able to talk to her. She would have been like a library. Unfortunately that wasn't possible.

I remember the old Wolf house from the 60's. It always held my interest. In 1973 I was home visiting some old haunts and actually drove up in the driveway. It went past the back of the house by an old carriage house and other out buildings, some of which looked like they had been inhabited at one time. Servants? An old OLD woman came out of the front of the house and told me to leave. I tried to tell her I loved the house but she would have none of it. I left right away. In the 90's (?) just before they tore it down my Mother and I went on the property and into the house. It was deserted of course. In the huge living room hung floor to ceiling red velvet drapes that turned to fuzzy ash when you touched them. The kitchen was painted scarlet red and was very unnerving. There was a back stair (suppporting the idea there had been servants) leading off the kitchen to the second story. The rest of the house was utterly bare except in the attic where a pallet had been laid on the floor and a few racks of old clothing hung. Downstairs we found some old local pamphets that served for the announcement of Houston goings-on. On one there was a picture of a young girl boarding a Braniff airplane. Her last name was Wolf. The date was @ 1960. We looked for the grave that was supposed to be on the property according to local legend and found nothing. Later we contacted the sheriff of Hedwig Village and he told us the house was originally on a river bank and had been moved to it's final location in the 20's. Over the years it had been added onto chock-a-block and our inspection bore this out. It was a hideous place inside with no obvious planning anywhere. Rooms just jutted out of other rooms like a funhouse. As to the pallet this too was confirmed by the sheriff. Seems the last surviving son lived there for many years, with no heat or running water. We saw where he slept. It was very spooky.And not a little sad. The two stone pillars at the head of the driveway are still there. That is all that's left except a cul-de-sac further west on Memorial named Wolf Ct. Now what stands there is a horrid pinkish-orange McMansion in the worst of all possible taste. Any furher info about this old house would be appreciated. lynne.lewis@comcast.net