The Story of the Hartford Castle
On the night of March 21, 1973, the sound of
sirens filled the air along New Poag Road, not far from Alton and Wood River,
Illinois. By the time the fire engines reached the house once known as the “Hartford
Castle,” though, it was much too late. What time and vandals had not been able
to destroy, flames finally did. A house that was once connected to local tales
of death, Prohibition booze, and ghosts was gone, leaving only a legend behind.
Lakeview, as the Hartford Castle was officially
known, was constructed by a French immigrant named Benjamin Biszant in 1897.
The castle-like house with the red-capped turrets was incredibly expensive,
although the source of Biszant's wealth remains unknown. Most believe that he
may have been an insurance executive, a contractor or an investor of some sort.
Whatever his profession, he purchased a large section of land near Hartford and
began construction on what was to be a "dream house" for his English
bride.
Hartford Castle during its glory days
Teams of workers with horses were brought in and
a moat was excavated around what would be the home site. The soil that was
removed from it formed a rise on which Lakeview was built. When the house was
completed, it boasted turrets that loomed high above the surrounding
countryside, and 14 rooms. The floors were made of imported cypress wood and
the ceilings supported by hand-carved columns. Crystal chandeliers were used in
mirror-lined main hall and music could often be heard drifting out over the
fields in the evening. The landscaped gardens were decorated with gazebos and
statuary and Biszant scattered his own concrete creations of animals and
cannons about the grounds. A stone bridge was built to reach an island in the
middle of one of the small lakes that adjoined the moat and the lakes were used
for boating and swimming. Biszant stocked them with goldfish.
Tragically, though, Biszant's wife died in the
early 1900s and he returned her body to England. After that, he lost interest
in the castle, and sold it before moving to California. Not long after, the
ghost stories that became attached to the place began to be told. According to
these tales, the lingering spirit was that of the Frenchman's wife, still
haunting the place that she loved most in life. The ghost stories became a part
of the house and they continued to be heard for years after, through various
owners and even now, long after the house has been destroyed.
The castle passed through the hands of several
owners after Biszant sold it and was rumored to have been used at one time as a
boy's military school and later as a home for unwed mothers. Neither of these
uses were ever verified. In the early 1920s, it was turned into a resort and
during this period was believed to have been operated for a time as a
speakeasy. The house was not far enough off the main roads that it could not be
found and yet was secluded enough that the party-goers and gangsters who flocked
to the place were not bothered. If the speakeasy stories were true, those days
did not last long, and the resort was later closed down.
Shortly after, the castle was purchased by a
couple from Wood River and they lived in the house until 1964. Soon after they
moved in, they began to have problems with intruders and trespassers. The
castle seemed to be viewed by the public as community property, or a park, and
the owners stated that people would often just roam through the 35 acres at all
hours of the day and night. Some even broke into the house and wandered from
room to room, as if on a tour. The grounds were apparently too attractive, with
the landscaped gardens and statuary, for people to stay away. And like the
gangsters of times past, teenagers often congregated in secluded spots on the
estate for clandestine beer parties or searched out the best place to serve as
a "lover's lane." Hoping to counteract this invasion of privacy, the
family opened the grounds to the public on weekends for several years but,
eventually, this practice ended and the property was again closed down.
In 1964, the owner died and his wife moved back
into Wood River. There were attempts to rent the house after that, hoping that
someone would just remain on the grounds to protect it from vandalism, but this
plan fell through and maintenance on the house and property ended with the
owner's death. The estate began crumbling into ruin and the lawn became thick
and overgrown. By 1971, the house had fallen into disrepair and was showing
signs of damage from thieves and vandals. The cruelest blow came the following
year when intruders gutted the residence, ripped mantels from the fireplaces,
broke windows, and using a small telephone pole as a battering ram, smashed
huge holes in the plaster walls. The senseless and stupid destruction led to
the house being officially condemned by county inspectors.
The final blow was dealt to the castle on March
21, 1973, when it burned to the ground. An alarm was sounded but by the time
that firefighters arrived on the scene, only a tall chimney and burning embers
remained of the once grand mansion.
The remains of an old gazebo on the property
The statue of a dog found out in the woods
The site of the former “castle” can still be
found in a cluster of thick woods and brambles, just off New Poag Road, on the
other side of Hartford. Only those who know of the place would have any clue
that the ruins of the estate still remain as broken columns, a few pieces of
shattered statuary, and the dim outline of the castle's moat.
This is a place that has been truly lost by time
and one that, according to legend, remains haunted by the Frenchman's wife,
even today. There are those who maintain that her spectral form can still be
seen wandering through the remains of the estate and that her voice can still
be heard as she weeps for the life and the wonderful home that she lost. Others
insist that old-time music can still sometimes be heard as well. They say that
it floats through the trees and above the fields on summer nights when the
crops are tall and when sound seems to carry for miles. Perhaps in another time
and place, Lakeview still stands and the party still continues, beckoning to
all of us from a distant memory that is now long since forgotten.