|From a newspaper photo run in 1960 to celebrate 100 years|
history in the Valley
It is a life of grandeur, the likes of which would have been a wondrous tale, a lifestyle which I imagine but have only read about in history and novels or seen in glorious movies. That same article continued about the tragedy and the aura of the mansion and Mr. Irwin. Stories vary but Uncle John told me that his grandfather dropped dead in the doorway as he entered the mansion the day before they were to move in, August 18, 1895. JR would never live in the fabulous Glen Irwin whose name he had carefully chosen. At one time he owned all the land that has long since become Clinton Township. What the following article does not reveal are the tales about the widow Irwin, Margaret Truby Burns, aka Maggie, who was Uncle John's grandmother. She was a former washer woman, previously widowed and of great size and girth who snagged the widower John Irwin shocking the likes of all society. He was a wealthy tycoon who increased his fortune hauling iron ore on the Great Lakes and building a railroad in the last decade or so of the 19th century.
|The Irwin town home in Freeport|