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I had observed years ago that the curious combination of objects in the window was moved from time to time but there was no official name given the store in any formal listing. Was 812 South 42nd Street a collector’s storage rental? To my memory I had been inside the flea market type store in the 1990s but couldn’t, for the life of me, remember the shop attendant or how it was I ever wandered in–because it always seemed closed. Large stretch of empty lots seen to the north of the store, extending down to Leavenworth Street. Marcy street far left, Leavenworth Street on the right.
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2020 aerial views of 4202 Marcy and 812 South 42nd Street. With those UNMC razed lots so close, the writing was on the wall for 4202 Marcy and 812 South 42 nd Street. If you’d like to read the early investigation, it can be found through this link: Mysteries of Omaha: 812 South 42nd Street. I had been obsessed with the 812 South 42nd Street shop going back twenty some odd years, probably much longer, and when we started these investigations in 2016, I knew I had to figure out this curious storefront building and its sister residence straight away. People who do not get these feelings about buildings might not understand when I say, I had an ache for an old friend. I had observed the red flags for what they were (and honestly, these are omens that we have even discussed here) but I no longer search the city’s demolition permits list for things to feel bad about, so I was caught unawares on that morning. Except for the fact that UNMC now owned the property and it was dangerously positioned alongside other empty lots that UNMC had acquired years back, I had been able to look to the house and little shop as a point of inaccessible reflection. I had noted the strange pile of broken concrete in the front garden days (weeks?) earlier but I wasn’t prepared for the shock of seeing a grizzly-toothed bucket digging into the face of that tiny Tudor at that untimely hour of day.
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Early on the morning of Tuesday, AugI was startled to see an excavator tearing down our little Morton Meadows Mystery property at 42nd and Marcy.