Showing posts with label north county. Show all posts
Showing posts with label north county. Show all posts

Sunday, August 26, 2012

The FloMo NoCo Debate.

Hi There!

For some of you this may be a really boring post- but since I'm just days away from closing on my house in Florissant, Missouri I thought I'd post a ramble / rant about 'FloMo' itself. Once I actually move, I'll take my own photos- in the meantime, you'll have to deal with some I found off the internet!


If you're not from the St. Louis area, I'll give you the basic Florissant rundown. Florissant or 'FloMo' or 'Flo Town' as it's called is the largest city in St. Louis County with a population of 52,158 as of the last census. St. Louis itself, with a population a touch about 300,000 is actually an independent city and not in St. Louis County- hence the reason why FloMo can call itself the biggest. 

Florissant is about 17-20 miles from St. Louis, depending on which route you use and is located in the region known as North County (NoCo). Anyone familiar with the region will know that NoCo has had a lot of bad press in recent years. Despite hosting numerous 'boom towns' (inclusive of Florissant) following World War II when the returning GI's chose to set up house in the relatively new concept of suburbia as opposed to the cramped city conditions they'd previously been accustomed to- NoCo has been suffering for the past few decades.

Like numerous cities across America, white flight occurred to the extreme in St. Louis. I'm not being racist, I'm just stating fact. When I first moved to the U.S. and heard the term white flight I thought it was the stupidest thing I'd ever heard of. However, it happened and it's still happening. 

Following World War II, changes to industry, agriculture and society prompted African Americans from the South to move to the rust belt industrial centers in the North- St. Louis, Detroit, Chicago, etc. Racial tensions in the U.S. were at an all time high. African Americans moving into St. Louis, coupled with crippling pollution in the city (St. Louis's air pollution was so bad that even Life Magazine ran a story on it in the 1940s), overcrowded, aging tenement  buildings, and the prospect of clean air, big gardens and ranch houses with attached garages in the suburbs prompted the Whites who could afford it to make flight from St. Louis into the swaths of newly built houses with all the mod cons. 

In 1956, the St. Louis region had the honor of getting the very first stretch of the Eisenhower Interstate System in the form of I-70. The region then went Interstate crazy- and St. Louis now has the 2nd most miles of interstate of any U.S. City (2nd to Kansas City, Missouri). The interstates made it possible for people to live further away from their jobs in downtown and midtown, yet still commute in reasonable time along the megalithic new freeways. 

The middle class Caucasian families made their homes in Florissant, Black Jack, Spanish Lake, Moline Acres, Castle Point, Dellwood, Northwoods, Berkeley, Hazelwood, Jennings, Ferguson, St. Ann, St. John, Black Jack, Riverview, Bellefontaine Neighbors and the numerous other municipalities which prospered and grew in the rolling hills north of St. Louis. South and West County too saw growth- but during the boom of the 1950s it was a fraction of the growth seen by North County. 

North County was the place to be seen. There were brand new shopping malls- Northwest Plaza in St. Ann (the largest in the country for years- and where I bought my bed back in 2006 when I first moved to The Lou- it's since closed down), River Roads (the first enclosed shopping mall in the country), Northlands, Cross Keys (half a mile from the house I'm buying- it was torn down a few years ago and is now an open air complex with a grocery store, Barnes & Noble etc) and later on- Jamestown (for whom the death knoll has also sounded). 

NoCo also had Drive In Theaters and Drive In Burger Joints (the sign for the Airway in St. Ann still exists along St. Charles Rock Road, and one of the few surviving Burger joints is Chuck A Burger- also along St. Charles Rock Road in St. John) in addition to swanky restaurants including Top of the Tower- a penthouse restaurant in a building which looks like a redux of the Capitol Records building in LA. (Top of the Tower restaurant space recently sold for a shade over $20,000. Seriously. I was annoyed because I wanted it. I can only hope the buyers restore it's former greatness). 

And then it all stopped. 

In the early 1960s, an interracial couple attempted to buy a house in the Paddock Woods subdivision in Florissant (again- not far from my house in Paddock Hills, Florissant). The developers refused to sell them a house due to the husband being African American, even though they met the income requirements and could easily afford the mortgage repayments. 

The Jones (the couple wishing to buy) didn't just walk away- they fought the developer, the Alfred H. Mayer corporation, and won in a landmark case which prevented developers nationwide from discriminating against their buyers based on race. However, after the drawn out legal battle was over, the Joneses decided not to live in Paddock Woods after all and moved (I think) to Spanish Lake instead. 

However, they didn't live happily ever after. They divorced within a few years, and shortly after, Mr Jones was found stabbed to death in his home. The End. But not really.

African Americans with means were now able to move into the new, bright, suburbia and away from the blighted city. Instead of the Caucasian community graciously accepting these newcomers there was yet another white flight- this time even further away from St. Louis and into St. Charles County (Chuck / Chuckie) and beyond (Wentzville, St. Peters, O'Fallon, etc). By the 1970s and 1980s, Chukie was booming and North County was dying just as the city had done before it. 

Spanish Lake, is now apparently so bad that it's the subject of an upcoming documentary film. It's a really, really sad case. Personally I want to explore Spanish Lake some more- but from what Jon and I saw of it (we looked at two houses there) it was looking beyond shabby. 

Florissant on the other hand- has held it's own. In spite of the naysayers, it's still predominantly white (not that it matters to me), and really quite nice. In fact, it was listed in CNN and Money Magazine just a few days ago as #76 in the list of 100 Best Small Cities in America which is a huge honor as you can imagine. 

Even so, Florissant still gets the haters from the other side of the Missouri river (Chuckie) who are convinced that FloMo along with the rest of NoCo need to just perish into the uranium and radium contaminated ground (St. Louis played a vital role in the Manhattan project... and yes... they dumped all of their Uranium and Radium wherever they wanted because they didn't understand the dangers back in the 40s). 

To all of those negative nancys who say that Florissant didn't deserve to be on the list- I'd like to issue a polite shut up. I know that Florissant's hey-day has passed, but Florissant remains a safe, self sustaining suburban 'city' with everything you need to lead a pleasant and fulfilled life. What you can't get in Florissant- you can get just 20 minutes away in St. Louis. Plus, for all of Florissant's faults- you can't fault the bang for your buck. Where else can you get a beautifully maintained, 1950s, single owner ranch house for less than $100k in a safe neighborhood, convenient to all amenities, on half an acre of land? Not many places let me tell you!

Anyway, I'll tell you more once I actually move there and uncover some of North County's better kept secrets! 

In the meantime... stop hating on NoCo. It's all well and good if you want to live in Chuckie- but leave North County alone! 

Stay Glamorous!


Friday, July 20, 2012

The NoCo Curse

So far, I've fallen in love with 3 properties in St. Louis County.

#1: was in the incredible little city of Pasadena Hills. (If you look at the photos under the Historic District section of the website- you'll see what I mean!). The house was about 80 years old but had all of the major systems updated. It was adorable. The area was gorgeous. I loved it. I wanted it... but the husband vetoed it because the Garage only measured 19'x20' (one foot narrower than the standard double garage size). He didn't even want to seriously look at the place after ruling out the garage. 

Subsequently I sulked for days. Weeks? My friend Donna tried to console me by saying that the area was too ritzy and that I wouldn't be happy there. It's not much consolation because the snob in me kicked into overdrive upon entering the neighborhood. I loved the idea of living there. I loved the idea of inviting people over to my house there. It was very much a selfish look at me! look at me! look what I have! kind of devotion. 

Of course though, if Jon's not happy, I doubt I could have been happy... so moving on!


#2: was in Riverview. Okay St. Louisans and West County Folk who never venture further than West County Mall- I know what you're thinking- ewwww Riverview. Bare with me! 

This house was up on the bluffs overlooking the Mississippi River. It was architecturally designed and built in the 1950s. It was literally my Retro Mid Century Modern Dream Home. Real Timber feature walls. Real (huge) heated slate tile flooring throughout. Mamie Pink Bathroom and an Aquamarine Bathroom. Huge Garage. I wanted it. It was going to be mine. 

Jon and I submitted an offer to Bank of America coming in slightly below the asking price with the contingency of inspection. They rejected it. So we came back in at the asking price (we really, really wanted the house) again with the contingency of inspection. Anyway, somewhere within the process- the house got broken into TWICE and got a lovely splashing of Gang Graffiti, had the HVAC stolen and numerous other issues. What the WHAT? Oh- and our lovely intruders left all of their beer bottles and signs of their little party all over the yard and such. Goodness Gracious Me. 

It left such a bad taste in our mouth that we withdrew the offer- although Jon kept saying we should go back at $10k because that was all it was "worth now" with the damage the local doosh-doosh-gang had committed. Ironically, about a month later the Bank of America contacted our realtor asking us to make another offer. Pfffft. 


#3: is/was in Green Acres- again located in North County. It's a gorgeous subdivision. Jon and I looked at 2 other properties there but when we found out that one particular one was getting ready for market we decided to bide our time and wait for it. So we waited. And waited. And waited. 

We knew (per county records) that it had been foreclosed upon in late February. Finally, a month ago it appeared on Wells Fargo's website as Coming Soon- Price TBD. Yay! Finally! My Mid Century Modern Ranch is almost here! This house ticked all my boxes. An oversized double garage, 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, full basement, 2400+sq ft. Pretty subdivision. So my realtor contacted the realtor representing the house for Wells Fargo. I contacted the realtor representing the house for Wells Fargo. (This is where we insert crickets chirping). Nothing. Zilch. Hell, even his cell phone was constantly switched off and the land line always went to message bank. 

Finally he responded to one of my emails and bluntly said This house is not for sale. DUDE. You're lying to me! So I emailed him back and said it was listed on Wells Fargo's website as coming soon, it was foreclosed upon in February, and per county records it hasn't been sold. I would have noticed if it was listed anywhere else as I've been OCD about keeping tabs on this house. (More crickets chirping). 

So the other day, my realtor was in the area and decided to swing by Green Acres to see if there were any signs of what was happening. The trash can was out on the curb, a car was in the drive way, the porch light was on... what? So she went to ring the door bell. No answer. BUT there were evidently signs of life. The house was occupied. How is that possible? My inclination is that Mark Fowler at Gateway Realty Solutions has something to do with it. He's Wells Fargo's listing agent but he is also the only employee of Gateway Realty Solutions and operates from his private home (which just happens to be on Green Acres doorstep). With how shady he's been about returning calls (or lack thereof) and emails- it wouldn't surprise me if one of his buddies or cohorts was occupying the house in Green Acres.

UGH!

So I was doing some housework today and thinking about it. I started getting angrier the more I thought about it to the point where I was furious. So I calmly called Wells Fargo and spoke with a nice gentleman who is going to pass the information to the relevant department to investigate. They should get back to me by Tuesday. HAH. I hope they deep fry Mark Fowler in Toad Fat. 

The moral of this story is... so far we've had atrocious luck in finding a house. (St. Louisans will probably tell you at this point that this is North County for ya, go to West County or St. Charles... go far, far away from St. Louis because it's an awful scary place. Tell them to hush. North County is super affordable and mid century cool). The other moral of this story is to not mess with me if you're a real estate agent. If I like your house and you try to screw me over... I'm going to hang you out soaking wet off the Chain of Rocks bridge by your ankles to give you some time to contemplate your actions.

On the flip side, my realtor Shannon over at St. Louis Homes with Soul is incredible. If you're looking for a house somewhere in Eastern Missouri you can't do better than her! 

Anyway that's my ramble for the day! 

Stay Glamorous!