Volume 44- No. 10
March 07, 2013
Left: A.K. Miller driving one of his cars. Top Right: One of the many Stutz that the government found in the barns. Bottom Right: An example of A.K.’s VW Bugs. Below: A shinning example of the what a Stutz can look like after restoration.
by lyle e davis
It started out as just one of those sad things that happen in life. A nice elderly couple, poor as church mice, living on a small farm in East Orange, Vermont.
From all appearances, they were only barely able to survive. Alex Miller would even scrounge rusty nails from burned out buildings for use in repairing his roof. He drove a ratty old VW Beetle and when it died he found another even more ratty VW, and then another, both little more than VW carcasses rusting away but still, inexplicaThe Paper - 760.747.7119
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bly, operational. The VW’s, both operational and dysfunctional, displayed their rusty selves upon the yard of this small farm.
In the year of 1993 Alex took leave of this earthly planet and went on his Great Reward. In 1996, just three years later, his beloved Imogene decided she, too, would check out and meet up with Alex somewhere in that Great Heavenly Place.
Well, East Orange is a cozy, family type community. The local church took up a collection so both Alex and Imogene could be buried in
the churchyards. The state, however, being a state, and comprised of flint-hearted government officials, laid claim to the farm and planned on selling the farm for taxes. That would have been the end of a sad story, except . . .
While preparing the estate for auction, the sheriff discovered a cache of bearer bonds taped to the back of a mirror. That triggered a comprehensive search of the house and outbuildings. The estate auction would eventually be handled by Christies, and it would bring out collectors from all over the world.
It seems simple little povertystrick Alex Miller was not all he appeared to be. He was, in fact, a Rutgers grad, son of a wealthy financier. He originally lived in Montclair, NJ, where he founded Miller's Flying Service in 1930. He operated a gyrocopter, one of those newfangled flying machines (similar to a helicopter, but different). As they grew out of their operational quarters and needed more room they moved from Montclair to East Orange, Vermont. Alex was a very private man. And he was paranoid about tax collectors. Didn’t like
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