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My parents are from the Mora/Las Vegas area, but my dad refused to buy a nicer home for my mother in the Rio Grande district when we moved to the city in 1967. Instead, we moved into an old brick house on Candelaria (between Wyoming & Moon). My dad insisted that it was for the Madison/Sandia school district, but I definitely felt cheated by the curriculum and the student body. (His family was abusive and cruel--constantly bullied and belittled my mother. He also gave my sister a Ouija board for her birthday.) The house at 8812 Candelaria NE was a depressing and odd place, but the extensive renovations appeared to have added a little warmth. However, this was only temporary as the improvements led to an unexpected transformation--a 'house of horrors'. A rocking chair rocked by itself, our dog barked uncontrollably at doorways, my youngest sister was nearly strangled on the backyard clothes line, my mother's mattress rolled up by itself while she slept, loud footsteps were heard in the hallway at night and a dark presence was evident in specific locations of the house. Perhaps the grotesque stone grotto in the front yard is symbolic of its history, as we certainly don't miss the property. P.S. The Heights has grown more ominous with time.
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My parents are from the Mora/Las Vegas area, but my dad refused to buy a nicer home for my mother in the Rio Grande district when we moved to the city in 1967. Instead, we moved into an old brick house on Candelaria (between Wyoming & Moon). My dad insisted that it was for the Madison/Sandia school district, but I definitely felt cheated by the curriculum and the student body. (His family was abusive and cruel--constantly bullied and belittled my mother. He also gave my sister a Ouija board for her birthday.) The house at 8812 Candelaria NE was a depressing and odd place, but the extensive renovations appeared to have added a little warmth. However, this was only temporary as the improvements led to an unexpected transformation--a 'house of horrors'. A rocking chair rocked by itself, our dog barked uncontrollably at doorways, my youngest sister was nearly strangled on the backyard clothes line, my mother's mattress rolled up by itself while she slept, loud footsteps were heard in the hallway at night and a dark presence was evident in specific locations of the house. Perhaps the grotesque stone grotto in the front yard is symbolic of its history, as we certainly don't miss the property. P.S. The Heights has grown more ominous with time.
an old brick house on Candelaria (between Wyoming & Moon).
The Hoffmantown Addition was begun in 1950. Assuming this house was constructed that year (and I think that's a stretch, given the more 1960's features to its architecture), that would've made the house less than 20 years old when the poster moved in.
"Old" is subjective, but I don't think of my 1960 Mossman home (similar in architecture and neighborhood) as old, even today.
My parents are from the Mora/Las Vegas area, but my dad refused to buy a nicer home for my mother in the Rio Grande district when we moved to the city in 1967. Instead, we moved into an old brick house on Candelaria (between Wyoming & Moon). My dad insisted that it was for the Madison/Sandia school district, but I definitely felt cheated by the curriculum and the student body. (His family was abusive and cruel--constantly bullied and belittled my mother. He also gave my sister a Ouija board for her birthday.) The house at 8812 Candelaria NE was a depressing and odd place, but the extensive renovations appeared to have added a little warmth. However, this was only temporary as the improvements led to an unexpected transformation--a 'house of horrors'. A rocking chair rocked by itself, our dog barked uncontrollably at doorways, my youngest sister was nearly strangled on the backyard clothes line, my mother's mattress rolled up by itself while she slept, loud footsteps were heard in the hallway at night and a dark presence was evident in specific locations of the house. Perhaps the grotesque stone grotto in the front yard is symbolic of its history, as we certainly don't miss the property. P.S. The Heights has grown more ominous with time.
I feel manipulated because now I absolutely have to do a drive by. Dammit.
Last summer I drove by the house that my very young parents built on Luthy Circle NE just north of Constitution in 1962. Went by Bellehaven Elementary school where I went to 1st and 2nd grade in 1963-64. Then, everything north of Montgomery NE was dirt... Spooky, going back in time like that. We used to eat at Taco Sal when it just opened and only had the small seating area in front of the counter-- a dozen sopapillas for a dollar, restaurant is still there...
Now, I wouldn't live anywhere in the NE Heights west of Wyoming and south of Spain.
I checked it out on Google Maps. Have to say I was disappointed. Too much concrete in the yard, maybe, but the Addams Family Manor it ain't.
But is there a grotesque stone grotto? That's where they had me...
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