Column: ‘Oz house’ lore turns out to be a Baum tip

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The house at 1105 N. College Ave. in Claremont that many think was owned by “Oz” author L. Frank Baum (but wasn’t) is the subject of Friday’s column. Read it here.

The house is now for sale for a cool $2.85 million. Real estate broker Geoff Hamill’s page about the house is here and a virtual tour can be taken here.

At right is Ashlee Robinson, 13, who greeted people at the open house last Sunday as Dorothy Gale and said, “Welcome to Oz. There’s no place like home!”

Below is a view of the backyard maze as seen from the guest quarters above the garage. “Adults and kids really liked it,” former owner Shirley Rude told me. Can’t blame ‘em a bit.

(A 2008 post on my blog about the house can be read here.)

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  • barbara f

    Circa 1958, I sold 2 boxes of caramels to benefit my local Girl Scout troup (that’s right! caramels) to the older lady of the home. The caramels came in a large leatherette box with a folding lid that lasted for years after the caramels were gone … my grandmother used hers as a sewing box, and I inherited this. Her keepsake finally disintegrated just last year! I probably could have repaired it, but figured it really was time for it to go … Fifty four years! I figured six years in a desert climate did the box in.

    But back to the house, yeah — it took all my nerve to ring the bell … someone else answered the door on her behalf, but she came to the door and she placed her order, and I returned in a week with the caramels, on my bike.

    [That was likely Mrs. Robert Baum. -- DA]

  • barbara f

    Circa 1958, I sold 2 boxes of caramels to benefit my local Girl Scout troup (that’s right! caramels) to the older lady of the home. The caramels came in a large leatherette box with a folding lid that lasted for years after the caramels were gone … my grandmother used hers as a sewing box, and I inherited this. Her keepsake finally disintegrated just last year! I probably could have repaired it, but figured it really was time for it to go … Fifty four years! I figured six years in a desert climate did the box in.

    But back to the house, yeah — it took all my nerve to ring the bell … someone else answered the door on her behalf, but she came to the door and she placed her order, and I returned in a week with the caramels, on my bike.

    [That was likely Mrs. Robert Baum. -- DA]

  • Bob Terry

    I’m surprised P.T. Hamill didn’t somehow acquire flying monkeys to pass out refreshments during the open house. And please, pay no attention to the realtor behind the curtain.

    [Wish I'd thought of a flying monkeys line. Nice one, Bob. -- DA]