KWA Newsletter Articles

Thirty years ago when our neighborhood was a bit rough around the edges. Soon after Joan and I bought our house in 1976, we attended our first KWA meeting at the old pool house behind the Steves Homestead. At this meeting, Egon Tausch, who lived on Madison just down the street from us, reported his encounter with a second story burglar. Egon was asleep in his upstairs front bedroom when he was awakened by someone coming through the window. He slept with a revolver at his bedside so he raised his pistol and warned the intruder that if he didn’t leave the way he came in, he’d be shot. The man continued to advance so Egon shot him and the force of the charge propelled the intruder out the window by which he had entered. Egon ran to the window and saw a prone figure lying on the ground so he called the police and they carted the fellow away. The burglar later died from his wounds. No charges were filed.

Immediately upon recounting his story, Egon was accosted by an anti-gun crowd; many of whom were in attendance that evening. There were loud, vocal demands that guns be banned from King William. Finally, Walter Mathis, who was chairing the meeting, was able to restore order. Then he proceeded to tell his own amazing story.

Walter said he was upstairs at his home on King William Street one evening when he heard someone at a downstairs window. As he came out of his upstairs sitting room onto the stair landing, he saw the intruder attempting to make his way through the window. Walter quickly got his revolver and shouted his intent to fire. The man continued to advance, so Walter shot him. He then rushed to the upstairs front porch and, seeing the man attempting to flee, shot him again. After a lengthy interview with the police, the investigating officer allowed that Walter “probably should not have shot the fellow a second time since he was running away”. But again, no charges were filed.

As you can imagine, the room became very quiet. Walter then asked if there was further discussion and there was none. The meeting continued without further interruption.

Gates Whiteley

Before the King William Association bought the cottage on S. Alamo in 1991, we rented a small apartment in the Schug’s house at 222 King William Street for our office. The apartment’s living room was the main part of the office and the bedroom was the board room. In between the two rooms was the bathroom which you had to pass through to get from one room to the other. When there were several people in the office, it was always a bit comical with folks on both sides trying to figure out when the bathroom was in use. There was also a small kitchen which doubled as storage space. This crowded space also served as our fair headquarters.

Alan Cash

Jean Alexander-Williams was the part-time office manager for the King William Association through the 1980’s until Maggie Konkle took over the job about 1990. Jean handled the entire operation by herself during those years without benefit of a computer. She was a frugal soul. To save money on postage, she sometimes delivered the newsletter to the neighbors on her bicycle.

Bill Cogburn

If one plant could be called the Christmas Flower it would be the poinsettia. They are great for home decoration and make perfect gifts to be enjoyed for years to come.

Which brings me to a story of one plant in particular. In the garden along the drive at my newly restored home on Mission Street was a double red poinsettia. The house had been vacant for more than 10 years and the winter had apparently been too mild to freeze the plant back. In the spring of 2003 when I was getting ready to paint the house the plant was over 10 feet tall and had grown out over the drive. With great reluctance I found I had to cut it down in order to paint.

It was only afterwards that my next door neighbor told me the poinsettia had been given to his brother-inlaw and new bride who happened to be living with them at the time - 36 years ago! They didn't have enough of a garden to plant the gift, so their next door neighbor kindly offered to let them plant it along his drive where they could see it.

We both thought that 36-year-old poinsettia was gone for good. But it is back and beautiful! It has about 100 bracks that are just starting to turn red in this cooler weather and should be in full bloom by the middle of the month.

If you get a poinsettia over the holidays it can be kept indoors until spring. Keep it in a bright window with moist but not wet soil. And if you have an unusual story about something in your garden that you would like to share with other NL readers, let us know…

Alan Cash

I want to start by pointing out that winter in San Antonio is something that most Americans would like to flee to, not from. Having said that, we in San Antonio will feel the sting of much higher natural gas prices after cold winds finally arrive this far south. And for those of us in drafty old houses, the sting will be even greater. If you haven't done it after all these years, it's STILL not too late to take action to keep out the wind and keep in the heat. In my house, the windows are easily the worst culprit when it comes to heating (and cooling) inefficiency. They are big, single pane, and totally out of compliance with modern building codes. They sit so loosely in their channels that they shake and bang and rattle in any wind and allow frightening amounts air to pass in and out. Still, nearly all of them are original, and I think they are gorgeous. I wouldn't trade them for Pella double-glazed low-E windows if someone offered them to me for free (and nobody has). So an ongoing (Laura says never ending) project of mine is to add bronze V-type weatherstrip to the window sash channels. This old-fashioned V-type strip creates a far tighter fit. It cuts the draft dramatically and eliminates the rattle completely. You can nail the strips in place with little copper tacks or you might find a version that comes with double sided tape.

It is that time of year when the flowers begin to bloom, the leaves spring forth and the webworms begin to get hungry.

Webworms are a serious problem in King William. Last year I tried a tree medicine which I bought at Home Depot. The solution stated that if you poured the contents on the base of the pecan trees, the tree would absorb the solution and the webworms would leave the tree. The solution cost about $18.00 per bottle and it didn't work. My neighbor hired a company to spray her pecan trees and they charged her a fortune and she still has the dreaded worms.

Due to overwhelming demand (at least two people have asked me), I want to write about stripping, staining and varnishing the wood trim in our house on Adams St. Like much of the restoration project, this aspect of it had no budget and no timeline. And I had no idea what I was getting into. Laura claims we never even had a discussion about stripping the white-painted wood rather than just repainting it. I find that hard to believe, but there is a small chance that in the rush of construction I forgot to mention to her that Scott, my brother-in-law-contractor, had scraped a spot of white paint off of some window trim and in one of those "eureka!" moments we realized there was varnish under the layers of paint, which pointed to the only possible course of action that made any sense--strip all of the wood in the house and restore it to something like its original look. As luck would have it, there was a lot of original woodwork just waiting to be stripped and restored. All of the windows, doors, and baseboards; the window and door casing and jambs…. Laura, I was sure, would love it when we were finished.

My wife and I are still married. That's my greatest achievement as we pass the two and a half year mark as owners of our house at 310 Adams Street (featured on the December Home Tour). For both Laura and me, purchasing a shell of a house was a leap into the unknown. We both saw the potential in the long neglected 2- story house, and with enthusiasm that only the love-struck and naïve possess, we paid too much to the seller in 2002 and started what I assured her would be a 6-month project.

Before my wife and I bought our house on Adams Street, we sat down with our brother-in-law and contractor- to-be, Scott Day, to discuss a barebones budget. (Please see last month's column in which I discussed the futility of good budgeting during a renovation project). One of the items that Scott thought we should include in our budget was labor and material for fireblocking. Laura asked for an explanation, and Scott gave her one, and I nodded knowingly, not admitting that my mental image of fireblocking was rather fuzzy. When he added that our house needed fireblocking because the walls were almost certainly balloon-frame construction, I said, "Of course," and began to get nervous. I'd never heard of balloon-frame construction, but it sounded neither solid nor fire resistant. Laura was enthusiastic about every single fire prevention measure that Scott could think of, so we agreed that we needed to include fireblocking in our renovation plan. And to my surprise, I soon became obsessed with effective fireblocking.

According to the October 17, 1909, Sunday Edition of the San Antonio Light, a San Antonio landmark was razed just the week before in order to widen South Alamo Street. The old home of Gustav and Augusta Haenel, which had been on the City's condemned list for fourteen years, finally came down.

In 1849, sixteen year-old Gustav and his brother Julius, left their home in Prussia arriving in Texas at Indianola. Traveling inland, they stopped off briefly in San Antonio and New Braunfels, and then traveled to Louisville, Kentucky but after a year, they returned to South Texas where they would remain.

Some neighbors have deeper roots in King William than others. Former KWA board member Henry Botello and his siblings were born and grew up here. Henry's parents, Marco and Josefina Botello, were married in 1950 at San Fernando Cathedral. Shortly thereafter, they moved to 916 S. Main, where Marco's mother had lived since 1941. Six children were born to Marco and Josefina while they lived there: Josie, Adel, Sylvia, Marco Jr., Marie, and Henry. After six children, the Botellos had outgrown their house, so in 1962, Marco built a larger home for his family just around the corner at 210 W. Johnson St.

Rainwater is much better for your garden than City chlorinated water. But have you priced the fancy rain barrels for sale at the garden centers? You can make your own easily and cheaply by fitting out one of the plastic barrels left over from our Spring Fair.

Using a saber saw, cut out a six inch diameter hole in the top of the barrel. Then use a 1/2" drill bit to make a hole in the side of the barrel, approximately six inches from the bottom. Twist a 1/2" plastic hose bib with a rubber garden hose washer into the hole. Then reach inside and twist a threaded 1/2" PVC collar onto the hose bib.

To set up your new rain barrel, choose a convenient downspout location. Place the rain barrel on top of two cinder blocks. Set up the barrel and configure the downspout to pour into the barrel. Place screen material over the opening to prevent leaves from clogging up the hose bib. And be sure to drop in mosquito doughnuts often since rain barrels are the perfect breeding ground for mosquitoes.

Several 50 gallon barrels are located on the back patio of the KW office just waiting to be converted. Take a look at the prototype on the back patio -- it's easy! And your plants will thank you......Bill Cogburn

Meerscheidt SistersIn last month’s newsletter, Belinda Molina wrote about the Axel Meerscheidt house that once stood next door to her house on E. Guenther. Sadly, the Meerscheidt house burned in the 1950’s. Belinda has communicated with Neale Rabensburg, a descendent of the Meerscheidt family, who has generously shared excerpts from the memoir of Erna Meerscheidt. Erna, daughter of Axel and Olga Meerscheidt, grew up in the house.


By Erna Meerscheidt Weeks Bouillon

“........but after my grandfather’s death [Dr. O. Remer of New Braunfels], grandmother [Franciska Schleier] moved to San Antonio where several of her children had settled. My father [Axel Meerscheidt] had a darling little house built for my grandmother across the street from this large home in the Meerscheidt Addition [515 E. Guenther, later changed to 101 Crofton]. Our home was really a mansion, built in red brick with white rock, around curved windows, and the curved entrance door. It had a marble foyer and beautiful, stained glass windows. The mansion has now been turned into a chapel by the Catholics. It was of French architecture, located in an exclusive residential district named after my father, the Meerscheidt Addition.

It has been a busy and intermittently wet spring for all of us, but the rain is the herald of good news.

Thanks to the army of dedicated volunteers, and the forbearance of everyone in the Fair zone, the King William 2012 Fair appears to have been a smashing success. There will be more to report when final accounting is completed, but I can say that the Fair topped last year’s proceeds, so all the effort truly was rewarded. The Fair staff made me an ID badge on a lanyard (making me feel like a belled cat) but the label allowed me to receive a lot of first-hand feedback from visitors. I was surprised by how many out-of-towners there were, including an entire family from Houston who’d piled into the car on a whim and come to try the Fair. I ran into an attorney from Bermuda who tells me she came last year and now will make a visit to King William an annual event on Fair day. Even the parade seemed to be moving more smoothly, partly due to its reduced bulk, and partly, no doubt, to the lack of interference from speeding fire engines. The only one in the parade this time was an antique, the one we expected. Not that there was anything wrong with the arrival of the SAFD last year - as usual they were doing their competent and careful best to minimize damage.

By the time this column appears the Fair and all of Fiesta will be history, I’ll hope that we will have made an offer to the top candidate for our new Executive Director position, and we will have passed the halfway point for this year’s presidency. From my perspective, the rest of the time I have serving King William will be focused on strengthening our ability to manage change.

I bought the Stieren House at 503 East Guenther Street four years ago.  Upon moving in, I read Mary V. Burkholder’s book, Down the Acequia Madre, and I learned many historical facts about the house.  It was built in 1891 by Carl Stieren, who lived here with his wife Hedwig. Carl was a lumberman and entered into business with the Meerscheidt brothers, Axel and Paul, who owned a large area spanning 33 acres, south and east of South Alamo Street. Together they sold lots and built houses in the area, developing the Meerscheidt River Subdivision where my house stands today.  

As a newcomer to the King William Historic District, I became enthralled by the history of our neighborhood and was floored when I received an intriguing letter in the mail. The letter began, “I am a relative of Axel (Alexander) Meerscheidt.”

The letter was from Neale Rabensburg of La Grange, Texas, and it contained an old photograph (above, left) of what he thought might be my house. The picture was taken in the 1890’s and was published in The Story of My Life, an autobiography by Erna Meerscheidt, Axel’s daughter.

When I was a young kid starting out as a writer, I had a shining goal: I was going to present Mexico and the Mexicans as they had never before been presented. Well, I did. I made the big time. I even made MGM and Book of the Month. You see, I reached my goal and passed it." -Josefina Niggli

King William has long been a home for writers and artists. Even so, it may surprise some of you to know that Josefina Niggli once lived in our neighborhood. For those who are not familiar with that name, she was an author, playwright, actor, teacher and photographer who was popular in the mid-1900’s. Fewer still may know that she lived on King William Street. Her parents, Fredrick Ferdinand “Fritz” and Goldie Morgan Niggli owned 221 King William where Josefina lived off and on for about thirty years, from the mid 1920’s to the mid 1950’s.

Josefina’s mother was a concert violinist of Irish, French and German descent. Her father’s Swiss-Alsatian forebears immigrated to Texas in 1836. In 1893 after her parents married, they moved to Mexico where Fritz managed a cement plant in Hidalgo near Monterrey.

Josefina was born in Monterrey, Mexico in 1910. When she was three, her parents moved the family to San Antonio to escape the violence of the Mexican revolution. Her father continued to manage the cement plant and traveled back and forth between Hidalgo and San Antonio. Her mother gave private violin lessons from her King William home.

Another month, another concert on the River. This time it was Henry Brun’s Latin Jazz Orchestra performing in front of the languorous bend that forms our perfect shaded amphitheater. Some of the fainthearted assumed the mercury hitting 100 degrees would mean incineration for the audience. They were very wrong: the breeze picked up just before the concert, and with the aid of whatever was in everyone’s ice buckets and coolers, the atmosphere was refreshing and the occasion was congenial.

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