Check out this place. I was caretaker here for 4 years. 85-88. At the time it was 16 acres. The eccentric millionaire that owned it was rumored to be mob. He always denied it to me. It was the home location of Peter Kemble, one of the governors of NJ before the revolution I think. His colonial saltbox got moved up the road, I think this place is mid 1800's.
There were spectacular gardens in back, now next to Jockey Hollow National Park. All overgrown.
When the owner bought it, he intended to rehab it. It got to be too much so he built a brick mansion up the hill. It used to be called Mt. Kemble. It was later called Glen Alpin. An Iranian prince owned it with his American princess around the 40's I think. At one time it was called The Princess Estate. I still have an auction book from when the place was sold.
I left on bad terms and almost ran the owner over on my way out
However, during my stay there I made love to four different girlfriends
(Not at the same time.) It could have been more but I'm shy. Including the owner's daughter who was a prodigy doctor at the age of 23. I missed my one chance when I had her in my car.
The owner was always hiring young girls to work around the place.
What a character he was. I think he inherited his dad's money, who was rumored to be a racketeer. He was always trying to market some scheme to prove he could make it on his own. He was already successful at real estate. There were 55 gallon drums of cheap perfume outside the garage he never marketed. He had cases of tanning gick called Bronze-a-Foam, it turned your skin orange
There was a rotten old inground pool he decided to drain one summer. I got a trash pump and the cops came because the water was going across Tempe Wicke Road. I took a snapping turtle out of that pool that was the size of a desk.
He asked me to cover Peter Kemble's faded marble flat grave marker once, I refused. He was trying to sell the place at the time. They had an intercoastal waterway-front house in Delray Fl. They would winter there and I had the place to myself. They were coming home one spring and I decided to kill all the woodchucks with smoke bombs. I had clouds of poison gas drifting across the front lawns like WWI.
I had tossed a smoke bomb into the base of a 200 yr. old locust tree the night before they were due back. Well, the woodchuck got away, and the bomb ignited the hollow trunk of the tree. I had left and returned and saw flames at the base of the tree. I doused it with the garden hose and thought it was out. I awoke in the middle of the night in my small caretaker's apt. There were flames shooting out the top of the tree 50' in the air. I called the New Vernon Volunteer Fire Dept. They were pissed. They came out and doused the tree, and left. They would not let me take a chainsaw to the tree. The next morning the tree was ablaze again! They came out and this time put up the truck ladder and ran a *censored*
down the trunk from the top! (That's the name for a nozzle that shoots high pressure water backwards and pulls itself along- mostly for chimney fires!)
They left, and the boss came rolling in in his Lincoln with his family. He was not amused. I cut the tree down the next day.
Many other stories from that place.
If you peruse the website, you will see that a bunch of ultra-rich housewives from the area got together and decided to restore the place. With their super wealthy husband's money I might add. I was a fly on the wall with all that, this was many years later when I worked in the same area for a family that was involved, met a couple of the snobby ladies on the project board more than once.
It's still not finished, project stalled despite state money ! Deluxe money pit!