"There is science, logic, reason; there is thought verified by experience. And then there is California."
—Edward Abbey (American Writer, 1927-1989)

   CARLETON MARCHANT HAUSE (7/24/1917 - 6/8/1983) was born three months after the U.S. entered World War I, but was always very peaceful himself. Carl—nicknamed "Bud" as a child in order to differentiate him from his father while Marjorie was hollering at him—also inherited his father's mischievous, dry sense of humor. If you look at photos, he appears to be the first person in our family to actually smile—he's even grinning in his baby photos. And he would continue to flash that grin often, for the rest of his life.
   Bud grew to be a mountainous 6'4" man who loved the outdoors. Unlike his father Carlisle, he didn't like to hunt—but he did inherit his father's love of the water, and would live along the shores of a lake or river for most of his life, where he could fish while smoking his pipe and reading a good book—another one of his great loves (I still have his cherished Matt Helm paperback collection).

LEFT-RIGHT: A page of Carleton's baby photos; Carleton in 1919; Dressed for graduation in 1935; Official high school portrait; Posing with future bride Jeanne Brunner.

Yearbook Information
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Name: The Aryan
School: Southeastern High School
Location: Detroit, MI
Year: 1935
Student: Carl "Moonglow" Hause
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SOURCE: Ancestry.com. U.S., School Yearbooks, 1880-2012. Provo, UT, USA.
   Carleton grew up in Detroit, and appears to have been active in athletics. He was on the 1935 varsity football team of Southeastern High School (shown at right). Sports was a big preoccupation in Detroit in 1935. In that year, Detroit's own Joe Louis, the "Brown Bomber," won all 14 of his heavyweight bouts (12 of which were decided by knock out). Along with Louis's remarkable year, each of Detroit's major sports teams won the titles of their respective sports. The Tigers won the franchise's first ever World Series in 1935, defeating the Chicago Cubs. Then the Lions, at the time a new franchise in the city, went on to claim their first ever NFL Championship. On the day of the Lions' victory, the Detroit Red Wings moved into first place in their division and went on to win their first ever Stanley Cup. These three championships make the 1935-36 Detroit sports year the most impressive showing by any one city in the history of professional sports. In 1936, the city of Detroit was presented with a plaque acknowledging its status as the "City of Champions." The plaque was signed by the governors of every state and President Franklin Delano Roosevelt.
   Football aside, "Moonglow's" greatest preoccupation would become JEANNE MAY BRUNNER (5/17/1918 - 5/15/2000), whom he met while attending Michigan State Normal College (now Eastern Michigan University). She was going to Wayne State in Detroit, and family lore says they met at an inter-college party.
   Jeanne appeared to be Bud's opposite in every respect: He was over six feet and husky, while she was barely five feet tall and extremely thin. He loved the outdoors, while she grew up in metropolitan Detroit, and preferred more refined, cultural pursuits. He was gregarious and a practical joker, while she was always very proper (she made a point of calling him "Carl," not "Bud" (let alone his high school nickname, "Moonglow"¹) and one of their grandchildren swears that later in life Jeanne used to return her cards and letters with spelling and grammatical errors circled and corrected in red ink.
   But the chemistry between them was unmistakable, even in photographs:

Carleton Hause Sr. and Jeanne Brunner.

The parish of Saint Cecilia was established in 1921, when a former roadhouse was torn down and the lot was purchased by the archdiocese. The church was built in 1930. Antonio DiNardo of Cleveland was the architect. St Cecilia Parish: 10400 Stoepel St., Detroit, MI 48204.
   Their biggest difference, it turned out, was religious (she was, he wasn't). By this point in time, the Hause family was of no particular religious denomination. Since the days of William E. Hause, the men of the family had had simply adopted the denomination of their wives. William, John and Augustus had been Baptists. The Hauses in Memphis, however, had attended a Methodist church near their homes—mainly because it was the only church that was close. Carlisle... well, we don't even know if Carlisle attended church, although Marjorie sang in the choir of the First Presbyterian Church of Detroit.²
   But the denomination of Carleton's (formerly Bud's) fiancée was Catholic—in fact, the Brunner family was extremely Catholic. They wanted the marriage to take place in the Brunner family's parish in Detroit, called St. Cecilia Church.³
   At that time, the entire community in their area of Detroit revolved around the parish, which took up an entire block. Jeanne and her two sisters had gone to school there, and Father Wholihan had gotten Jeanne's father, Al, a prominent job as the Production Manager at Kelsey Hayes Wheel Company (which made all of the wheels for Ford automobiles). During the Depression, Al had worked at the plant for no salary and supported his family by creating Virgin Mary statues that he sold door-to-door.
   The Hause family, for whatever reason, were historically not big Catholic supporters. (Remember, just 60 years before, the Laban Hause family had moved out of Emmett, Michigan, because it was "too Catholic"). But as a compromise, Carleton agreed to attend "Catholic classes" in order to be married in the Brunner family's church. But at these classes, he was informed that he'd have to convert to Catholicism. Carleton balked, so another compromise was offered: if Carleton wouldn't convert, he would need to agree to raise his children in the Catholic faith.
   So Carleton, who didn't like being told what to do any more than Carlisle or Frank, weighed his options: He realized that every Hause and Brunner in Michigan had a certain expectation for this wedding, and so he answered all of them in the only way that seemed fair—on the 17 Aug 1938, he and Jeanne eloped to Indiana.

City Directory
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Title:   POLK'S Ypsilanti Directory (Washtenaw County, Michigan)
Name:   Carleton Hause (student), Jeanne B.
Residence:   MSNC r315 W Cross
Page:   31
Date:   1941
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Title:   POLK'S Ypsilanti Directory (Washtenaw County, Michigan)
Name:   Carlton Hause (factory worker/student), Jean
Residence:   r16 N Summit
Page:   30
Date:   1942
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Personal Information
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Name:   Carleton M Hause, Sr.
Age:   22
Birth year:   1918
Marital Status:   Married
Home in 1940:   Detroit, Wayne, Michigan
Occupation:   Religious Artifact Collector
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SOURCE: 1940 Federal Census Roll: T627_1884; Page: 14A; Enumeration District: 84-1478B.
   Once their respective families had calmed down, Carl and Jeanne returned to Michigan and moved back in with his family at 3699 Three Mile Drive, Detroit, and worked for Jeanne's father selling religious artifacts. Meanwhile, they attended to Carl's mother, MARJORIE MARCHANT-HAUSE, who was dying from breast cancer. She eventually passed away in October of 1939, just weeks before the birth of Carl and Jeanne's first son, CARLETON MARCHANT HAUSE, JR.
   One can only imagine how confusing it got living in one household with three Carls (thus signalling the end of that first name in our family line).
   In 1940, Carlisle remarried, and Carelton moved Jeanne and Carleton, Jr., into an apartment in Ypsilanti. They lived on the 2nd floor of a house on Cross Street.
   Jeanne stayed home while Carleton worked as a "Religious Artifact Collector," according to the 1940 Census. This was probably tied to his father-in-law, who had supported his family during the Depression by making and selling statues of the Virgin Mary door-to-door. Carl and Jeanne then added a second child, a daughter named after Carl's late mother:


  • CARLETON MARCHANT HAUSE, JR., was born on 25 Nov 1939. He was baptized at St. Cecilia (sponsors Jack and Margie Carlin) and grew up on the shores Lake Erie in Gibraltar, Michigan. Until recently he had no idea that his great, great, great grandfather Augustus had lived just a few hours by boat down the Erie Canal in New York. Of course, with the way that waterway smelled while he was growing up, nobody would've tried sailing down there to find their roots, anyway.
  • Click on the photo at right to access the Carleton Marchant Hause, Jr., page.
  • MARJORIE JEANNE HAUSE was born in 18 Dec 1942. From an early age she showed amazing artistic ability inherited from her maternal grandfather, Al Brunner. She had one daughter, Carolyn (b. 6 July 1962). Marjorie is an extremely talented painter and free spirit who went on to become the artist "Tugboat Tillie" and/or "Mad Marge"in Northern California.
  • Click on the photo at right to access the Marjorie Jeanne Hause Genealogy Page.

  • Carleton Hause, Sr., with his children, Marjorie and Carleton Jr. (click to enlarge).
       During World War II, Carl was exempt from the draft as a new father, and took a job with his father-in-law's auto parts factory, which churned out vehicle parts for the military. But as the war dragged on and the recruits grew fewer, his name was eventually put into the draft lottery. After receiving the induction notice, he quit the job and took his family to visit Frank and Fladella in Memphis for a few days. Then an extremely worried Carlisle gave his son a bon-voyage party at the cabin on Vaughn Lake. They were joined by Gretchen and her family, and the family of Carlisle's brother, Basil. The atmosphere was tense. Carl Jr. remembers swimming out in the lake as the adults were barbecuing fish by the cabin. Suddenly a newsflash came over the radio: The announcer happily proclaimed the war was over! Carl Sr. didn't have to leave his wife and children behind to fight in a war after all—and the family had a real party, celebrating all night.

    Carleton Marchant Hause steps into his first home (literally), in 1941.

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    Title: Carleton M. Hause
    Directory: Polk's Plymouth/
    Northville Directory
    Year: 1948
    Address: h442 Butler, Northfield
    Page: 283
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       Carl, Jeanne and the children then moved to Northville, Michigan, between Oakland and Wayne counties. It was a small but prosperous factory town, with lots of amusements on the weekends: The Northville Downs featured the first nighttime harness racing track in Michigan, and were built on the site of the former Wayne County Fair, where Joe Louis trained in 1939 for his World Championship bout. The Penninman-Allen Theater showed films and concerts downtown, and Jeanne later recalled attending a Judy Garland concert in which the performer emerged an hour late for the show, then sat down at the front of the stage and started to sob. After a few minutes of this, the audience quietly filed out and were refunded their money.
       Work was also plentiful, as former Northville resident Henry Ford had purchased a factory there in 1919. Known as the Northville Valve Plant, it provided valves for every Ford, Mercury, and Lincoln vehicle, except for the Lincoln Continental.
       But by this time, Carl had tired of factory work. It was drudgery, and the smoke and chemicals he inhaled couldn't have been any better for him than it was for the lake that the factory spewed all of its refuse into. So, following in the footsteps of his father, Carleton took a job as a teacher (as did Jeanne, who returned to college and earned her teaching credential after Marjorie started school). Carl Sr. taught English in Allen Park, Wayne County, while Jeanne taught the same course in in Rockwood, near Gibraltar, then in Riverview, between Trenton and Wyandotte.
       Teaching offered less monotonous, more sociable work, and provided summers off to visit Vaughn Lake, where the elder Carl still presided over the cabin they had built together, while Gretchen and her family lived in the cottage next door. Then Carl Sr. started spending his summers in charge of the recreation program in Gibraltar.

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    Title:   POLK'S Lincoln Park, Michigan, City Directory
    Name:   Carleton M Hause (teacher AP Jr High Sch)
    Residence:   Gibraltar Mich
    Page:   171
    Date:   1957
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    Title:   POLK'S Lincoln Park, Michigan, City Directory
    Name:   Carleton Hause (teacher Allen Park Jr High Sch)
    Residence:   Trenton, Mich
    Page:   169
    Date:   1958
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       Missing the water, Carleton and Jeanne then moved their family to the town of Gibraltar in Wayne County—which was in reality an interconnected group of islands at the edge of Lake Erie, strung together by a series of bridges. For the first couple of years they lived on the shore of a canal, then moved a few blocks away to a larger house on the shore of the lake. The house was also apparently the former residence of a bootlegger, because one day when Carl Sr. and Jr. were building a boat in the garage, Sr. leaned against the wall and it started to give. Exploring the problem, they discovered a hidden room filled with empty, unmarked whiskey bottles and old newspapers from the time of Prohibition.


    Black Sheep: Carl Hause (no relation).
       Prohibition was instituted by means of the Eighteenth Amendment to the national Constitution and the Volstead Act, which made the sale of liquor illegal. It began on January 16, 1920, but was doomed from the start. Even President Harding kept the White House well stocked with bootleg liquor, though, as a Senator, he had voted for Prohibition. This discrepancy between legality and actual practice led to widespread disdain for authority. Over time, more people drank illegally and more money ended up in gangsters' pockets. Those gangsters, or racketeers, would then bribe officials to ignore their illegal activities. Thus mobsters became publically accepted and cops became crooked. A profitable, often violent, black market for alcohol flourished. The cost of enforcing prohibition was high, and the lack of tax revenues on alcohol (some $500 million annually nationwide) affected government coffers.
       Alcoholic drinks were still widely available at "speakeasies" and other underground drinking establishments. Meanwhile, whiskey was even available by prescription from medical doctors. The labels clearly warned that it was strictly for medicinal purposes and any other uses were illegal, but doctors freely wrote prescriptions and druggists filled them without question, and the number of "patients" increased dramatically. Over a million gallons were consumed per year through prescriptions.
       Well, up to now we've had black sheep head scalpers, kissin' cousins, and deadbeat dads, so of course the Hause family had its own Prohibition racketeer, too.
       In Marin County, California, a German whiskey smuggler named CARL HAUSE (not our line, I swear) did a brisk business. His operations were located on Point Reyes Peninsula, at the edge of Drake's Inlet, just south of Inverness.
       Carl was said to have buried approximately $500,000 in gold-backed currency somewhere between Inverness and the old Heims Ranch.
       However, he would not live to retrieve his ill-gotten gains as he was found shot to death in his car. The currency has never been found. (Wish we were related to him now?)

    CLOCKWISE FROM TOP, LEFT: Jeanne Brunner-Hause, baby Marjorie, Carleton Sr., Fladella, Carleton Jr., and Frank.
       Carl moved the family inland again, this time to Trenton. He taught at Heintzen Elementary School in Southgate, while Marjorie finished high school, then plotted to move out of Michigan altogether—to rural Southern California (which today is a contradiction in terms).
       Today people think of Southern California in the first half of the 20th Century as the home of Hollywood, and an entertainment mecca. But in the early Twentieth Century, the area was nothing but arid farmland and deserted goldmines, with lots of cheap, open space. The dry, sunny year-round climate made it perfect for filmmaking (because it's easier to film fake snow in the sun that it is to fake sunny weather in snow). But the climate and open space was also perfect for the development of industries that society found less glamorous—military bases, air strips for the newly-invented and ureliable airplane, and worst of all, wrap parties for Fatty Arbuckle. The vast emptiness of the desert became filled with both dreamers and exploiters. But after the Great Depression, the booming post-World War II economy (and the emerging Cold War) caused the U.S. government to pump unbelievable sums of money into the military industrial complex and the aerospace industry—which in turn caused a population explosion in Southern California (along with nuclear test explosions in Nevada and New Mexico).
       In order to meet the demands of a growing high-tech economic boom, the state needed an educated, white collar class—which would in turn feed the money back into the economy with a disposable income. This created a need for more and better educators. There were lots of teaching positions available in California—and not only did the schools there pay better than those in Michigan, but both Carl and Jeanne could teach during the day and attend school at night to gain their credentials.
       So in the late 1950's, Carl followed his Uncle "Dick" to Southern California. Dick had originally intrigued the family when he moved west with his new wife and sent a shipment or oranges to Frank and Fladella on their 50th wedding anniversary. In Memphis that news was big enough to even receive a mention in the newspaper! Carl and Jeanne found a society very different from Michigan's.


  • Sunshine is guaranteed to the masses.
  • Animals are banned from mating publicly within 1,500 feet of a tavern, school, or place of worship.
  • Bathhouses are against the law.
  • It is a misdemeanor to shoot at any kind of game from a moving vehicle, unless the target is a whale.
  • Women may not drive in a house coat.
  • In Arcadia, peacocks have the right of way to cross any street, including driveways.
  • In Baldwin Park, nobody is allowed to ride a bicycle in a swimming pool.
  • In Blythe, you are not permitted to wear cowboy boots unless you already own at least two cows.
  • In Burlingame, it is illegal to spit, except on baseball diamonds.
  • In Carmel, ice cream may not be eaten while standing on the sidewalk. (Repealed when Clint Eastwood was mayor).
  • In Carmel, women may not wear high heels while in the city limits.
  • In Chico, detonating a nuclear device within the city limits results in a $500 fine.
  • In Hollywood, it is illegal to drive more than two thousand sheep down Hollywood Boulevard at one time.
  • In Los Angeles, it is illegal for a man to beat his wife with a strap wider than 2 inches without her consent.
  • In Pacific Grove, molesting butterflies can result in a $500 fine.
  • In Pasadena, it is illegal for a secretary to be alone in a room with her boss.
  • In San Diego, it is illegal to shoot jackrabbits from the back of a streetcar.
  • In San Francisco, it is illegal to wipe one's car with used underwear.
  • In San Francisco, persons classified as "ugly" may not walk down any street.
  • And the kicker... all of these laws are still in effect today.
  •    Carl Sr. and Jeanne found a place to settle with Marjorie in San Diego County. Carl Sr. taught 9th Grade English at Granger Junior High School in National City, while Jeanne taught at Hilltop Junior High in Chula Vista. Meanwhile, Carl Jr. stayed back in Michigan to finish college, then followed them out by train in 1961, bringing with him a beautiful wife and a beautiful baby boy (at least that's how I like to think of myself).
       The family was reunited just in time for the Cuban Missile Crisis—with the aerospace industry and military presence so prominent in San Diego, the threat of a nuclear attack by Russia was taken very seriously. For instance, the Pierce family in nearby Encinitas lined the walls of their house with tin foil, in hopes of keeping out any radiation. Meanwhile, the various Hause families in Southern California all agreed to rendezvous at the desert trailer home of Raymond Hause when Commie missiles started dropping. Fortunately for the U.S. (and unfortunately for the tin-foil industry), the crisis ended after a couple of weeks. Life went back to normal—but the threat remained. Here is an excerpt from a Department of Defense booklet that Carl Jr. kept in his bookcase during the early 1960s. It contains brilliant scientific facts, brought to you from in-depth research by the military industrial complex:

    FALLOUT PROTECTION: What to Know and Do about Nulear Attack

  • Your first warning of nuclear attack could be the flash of an explosion. Don't look at it. Quick action during the next few seconds could save your life.
  • If you are inside, dive under or behind the nearest desk, table, sofa or other piece of sturdy furniture.
  • Try to get in shadow; it will help shade you from the heat.
  • Lie curled on your side with your hands over the back of your neck, knees tucked against your chest.
  • Stay away from windows, or turn your back to them—they admit heat rays and also may shatter.
  • If you are outside, run into a building and assume the same curled-up position. If possible, face a corner.
  • If you cannot get into a building, seek the lowest, most protected spot, such as a ditch, gutter or depression in a lawn. Lie in the curled position. Face away from loose or breakable objects.
  • If you are far enough away from the explosion you may feel no effect at all. But stay put for five minutes to be sure. By then the blast effects will have passed or lost their force. You will have at least half an hour to find fallout protection.

    "This prefab backyard shelter for four can be bought for under $150. The price includes the corrugated steel-pipe unit (4-foot diameter), entry and air vent pipes."—FALLOUT PROTECTION: What to Know and Do about Nulear Attack, by the Department of Defense & Office of Civil Defense: December, 1961.
  •    Fortunately, the bombs never fell (at least in their lifetimes), and the desert rendezvous was never needed. After their long careers teaching in Michigan and California, Carl and Jeanne moved to Arizona and lived out their retirement years on the Colorado River, where Carl could live along the water like he had in Michigan: spending his time fishing, reading, and adoring his wife.

    LEFT-RIGHT: Carleton Sr. and Jeanne holding Carleton Jr., 1939; Playing with Carleton Jr.; Holding Marjorie; By the pool with Grandson Jeffrey Carleton Hause. Aren't I adorable?

    VIDEO: Carl Sr.'s home movies with Jeanne Brunner Hause, their children and grandchildren.

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    Name: Carl Hause Sr. Scrapbook
    Author: Jeanne Brunner-Hause
    Year: 1983
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    This album, filled with photographs and poetry, was created by Jeanne Hause in order to deal with her grief over the death of Carleton.
       Then Carl Sr. was diagnosed with Myelofibrosis, a type of chronic leukemia in which bone marrow is replaced by scar (fibrous) tissue, impairing the body's ability to generate new blood cells. He shrank before our eyes. Carl's granddaughter, Kathy, visited him in the hospital and burst into tears when she saw the effects of the disease—he had aged 20 years and physically withered, and to see such an imposing man reduced so cruelly was very hard to deal with. The next day, I left college in Long Beach to visit him in the hospital, and his appearance shocked me, too. Fighting the pain, he asked to see my artwork portfolio from school, and made a point of looking at all of the drawings and paintings (and there were a LOT). He encouraged me in my life and work. My Father later told me that Grandpa had struggled to entertain me that day, because he was so weak, but he wanted to make sure that I knew he was proud of me. He then gave my Father a list of things to do—number one was to get his car tuned and repaired so my Grandmother would have reliable transportation (she hadn't driven in years—he did all the driving).
       Now comes the point in the family history where I get to tell my favorite love story of all. Like all great love stories, it's framed in sadness: Grandpa was spending his final days with my Grandmother in a hotel near the hospital. He was on some extremely strong painkillers, which made him sleep—which he didn't want to do, because he wanted to stay awake with my Grandmother! (If you had ever met her you'd know she was worth it.) But Jeanne was the practical one, and wouldn't allow him to lie there in pain, so she forced him to take the medication: She stood over him—until it was gone. Then, finally, weeks later, he passed away . . . and when they disassembled his bed, they found a mound of pain tablets that he had stuffed behind the mattress—enduring unimaginable pain just to stay awake with his wife. Of all the stories in this family history, whether they involved war, or crossing the ocean in a veritable slave ship, or trailblazing in the frontier wilderness, I think this story is the bravest.
       Upon his death, Carl, Sr., who had always loved living near the water, became one with the water, when his ashes were spread in the Pacific Ocean. Seventeen years later, Jeanne joined him, via the Neptune Society. Now whenever their descendants relax along the shores of the Pacific Ocean to fish or read a good book, they will look out on those sparkling waters and think of Carl Sr. and Jeanne, who brought the family to those shores so many years before.

    Carleton Marchant Hause, Jr., with Martha Ellen Wenk-Hause and their ancestors (the original front-page artwork for this site).
    CHAPTER 13: CARLETON MARCHANT HAUSE, JR., b. 1939: Carl Sr.'s "legendary" (according to the North County Times) namesake carries the teaching torch, breaks all sorts of coaching records, marries Martha Ellen Wenk, sires four more kids, and then goes to Germany and starts the family off on this incredible, frustrating, never-ending genealogical investigation.

    John begat John, who begat William, who begat John, who begat Augustus, who begat Laban, who begat Frank, who begat Carlisle, who begat Carleton, who begat Carleton Jr., who begat me, who begat this family history...


    ¹—"Moonglow" was a hit song for Benny Goodman in 1934, with music by Will Hudson and Irving Mills and words by Eddie DeLange. It's a syncopated foxtrot in 4/4 time, and was very popular. Sample lyrics: "It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue; It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you. I still hear you saying, 'Dear one, hold me fast.' And I start in praying; Oh Lord, please let this last." Fortunately, Benny's version was an instrumental. Anyway, Carl must have liked it, because he even signed his name as "Moonglow Hause" in the yearbook:

    ²—The First Presbyterian Church of Detroit was built in 1889, and is located at 2930 Woodward Avenue in Detroit, Michigan. It is listed on the National Register of Historic Places and was designated a Michigan State Historic Site in 1979. The church is made from rough-cut red sandstone, with the floorplan in the shape of a Greek cross. Masonry arches support a red sandstone tower with a slate roof with turrets at each corner. The stained glass windows of the church are exceptional, with many of Tiffany glass. The building is currently used as the Ecumenical Theological Seminary.

    ³—Today, St. Cecilia considers itself an "urban house of worship." The neighborhood around the church today is extremely poor, with abandoned buildings surrounding the parish, and has fallen on very hard times. A church worker told Carl Hause, Jr., when he visited in 2006 that Rev. Theodore K. Parker "was the only good thing in the lives" of many local residents. St. Cecelia's is known outside of Detroit today for two reasons: A painting of the "Black Christ" in the apse dome, which was completed in 1968, and its indoor basketball court. Magic Johnson, Isiah Thomas, George Gervin, and Dave Bing all played at the church's small red brick gym, as did Michigan's "Fab Five." In fact, the scoreboard was donated by Jalen Rose. A sign over the front door reads, "Sports capital of Detroit." It became the epicenter of basketball in Detroit during its heyday in the 1980s and '90s, on a wood court donated by the NBA's Detroit Pistons. Mike Lopresti of USA Today wrote, "There were July nights that the Ceciliaville summer league might have had the best collection of basketball talent in the world." (Detroit's temple of basketball deserves salute, 1 Apr 2009). League founder Sam Washington "had his idea after Detroit's deadly riots in the 1960s, and from the debris of the fires, a basketball league arose. The church sought to appeal across racial and political boundaries. On one side of the street, basketball games in a gym built in the 1920s. On the other, Black Panthers meeting in the church basement."


    CHAPTER 3: WILLIAM HAUSE (1750-1818)


    CHAPTER 5: AUGUSTUS HAUSE (1804-1875)




    CHAPTER 9: CARLISLE HAUSE (1891-1972)