BabyJaneHudson

Hummm...........I saw some pics of a woman on her balcony in one of those apartments. There were also lots of plants, so I assume she was living there. Could she be paying rent to someone or do ya think she could be a squatter? If she was a squatter, wouldn't somebody have run her off already? If someone is charging her rent, I would hope it's not too much because surely she isn't getting her moneys worth.

Thanks Vertigo, I thought it looked like an entrance of sorts. Pretty portals, I wonder if the factory was just as interesting? I'd love to have those things in my back yard garden. I wonder if anybody would notice if I loaded them up one night and brought them home with me?

As a kid growing up in the 60's & 70's we use to live way South of the dome but had lots of relatives living in East End, Denver Harbor and up to Liberty Road. My Dad use to take the scenic route through downtown and over to N. York. Well just as we would pass Navigation on the right hand side of York were these 2 large pillars (shaped like the San Jacinto Monument). I always wondered what they were and what purpose they served? They are made of concrete and have finials on the tops. They kind of look like an entrance of sorts. Any idea as to what they are or what they use to be? Here is the street view link from google. http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&...9359481196,,0,5

Devonhart, I too went to Montgomery Elementary from 65-70. What I liked about that school was the wide walkway leading up to the front doors. It sloped down from the front doors to the street. We lived across the street so we use to ride our skateboards down the slope without having to peddle, it was great for riding your stingray bike down it also, lol. Ms. Nesbitt, was the talk of the whole school. She is the one who did indeed write the song and we had to sing it every morning right after the Pledge of Allegiance. After all those years of brain washing, who could ever forget the song? She did have a finger missing and all the kids were intrigued by it. Rumor was that she lost it in one of those guillotine type paper cutters that went "woosh" when you slammed down the blade. I also recall that she had very large eyes. I am sure she was a very fine lady, but we were still scared of her. Just being threatened that you were going to be sent to her office was enough to make you fly right.

"This Is Our Home, It Is Not for Sale" (1987) Filmmaker Jon Schwartz Color 190 Minutes This fascinating documentary chronicles the transformation of Houston

Vertigo and John, yes I knew there was a reason for my liking that house, it is just like the one Daddy built for me with my money. I've written my letter to Daddy and told him what they are trying to do to my house ....lol. P.S. Carpet on the walls? I guess you can do what ever you want when you can afford it.

Hello everyone, I am new here, but as they say have been lurking for a long time. I get lost here for hours. Prisclynn, John Finley is correct when he says thank you because some of us will never be able to view the inside of the mansion. You were so brave to go into that big ole empty house. Weren't you scared? Were you alone? What if a vagrant or some undesirable was hiding upstairs? Were you calling out hello? Did you get to see the bathrooms? I was wondering if the mansion had fancy bathtubs that were original to the house?