a.k.a. Piggott Folly, Mount Gleall Castle
Architect: Unknown, perhaps Charles Piggott, 1892
house is straight out of a fairy tale with an unhappy ending. Once upon a time (1877, to be exact), a man name Charles Piggott came to Portland. He worked at lots of jobs before becoming a lawyer. (That's not the unhappy ending yet.)
Piggott built himself a castle (on Buckingham Terrace; get it? Buckingham!) with bricks from his brick company. He avoided using any hard angles in the home's design, and when the building was done, he called it "Mount Gleall Castle." (His children's names were Gladys, Earl, and Lloyd, so the name was an anagram.) Piggott liked to sit in his Romanesque-Moorish castle's tower and look down at the river and city below him. His next plan was to build an observatory on the top of his tower.
Then about a year after he moved into the castle, the financial Panic of 1893 hit. Piggott was broke! He had to move out, and now his castle was called "Piggott's Folly." (That's the unhappy ending.)
In Piggott's absence, a resident hedonist put a sauna in the tower where the observatory was supposed to be. This prefaced structural deterioration that led to Portland eventually condemning the castle. A late-20th-century restoration saved it from the wrecking ball, and the castle still stands as a testament to the power of bricks and good acoustics. You see, Piggott installed an intercom system of metal pipes that picked up echoes from the neighborhood, and even downtown. (The Grateful Dead stayed here for a spell; what strange sounds did Jerry Garcia hear up in that sauna?)Less Text