In our travels we have visited a number of towns that
feature houses/castles that were built because of love (or lack
of it). Mystery Castle is one of those love stories. In this
instance we were fortunate to have our good friends, Sue and Lynn
Davis, touring with us. I had heard about the Mystery Castle some
time ago on a program on TV and made it a point to go looking for
it. After getting directions we drove to the south-west part of
Phoenix Arizona. It was there that we found the following story:
In 1929, Boyce Gulley sat in his Seattle home contemplating the
decision he had made. He had recently been diagnosed with the
dreaded death sentence of Tuberculosis. Not wanting to drag his
wife and three year old daughter through the agony of what he
perceived as his future,
Boyce
gathered his courage and his belongings and slipped away in the
night to Phoenix, Az., thus starting one of the most beautiful
love stories and oddities every recorded. With his last few
pennies, he picked up a mining claim of some 80 acres in the
foothills of South Mountain, just outside the city. For the next
16 years he would build a castle by hand while waiting to die of
the disease he had been diagnosed with. Armed with two years of
architectural engineering at a Texas college, and little money,
he began by using naturally found material in the area and old
abandoned artifacts found in various scavenging trips to the
Southwest
and Mexico. If there ever was a master plan, it was never
disclosed. Year after year the work went on. His memory of his
daughter burning deeply in his thoughts. Times when the two of
them built sand castles on the Pacific beaches. Times when she
cried as the tide washed them back into the sea. The Castle he
built for her, never again to be washed away, began to grow. With
never a letter or contact home, he lived out his life in his
strange and beautiful creation until 1945 when he was thrown by a
horse into a cactus bush. Somewhat used to such inconveniences,
he brushed himself off and ignored the pains of stings and
bruises,
including the sharp pain in his belly, caused
by an undiscovered cactus needle which penetrated his abdomen and
pierced an internal organ. He continued his dream over the next
several weeks, as he grew steadily weaker from the infection
raging inside. He died still dreaming of his lovely daughter and
the castle she would someday inherit, maybe after he finished the
pool. Mary Lou Gulley first caught sight of her Castle on a balmy
day in 1945 right after she had turned 18 when she and her mother
arrived to receive her inheritance. She has been there ever
since. While her father's dream was of building a castle for
"his little princess" Mary Lou will tell you that the
castle is as much a tribute to Phoenix as it is to her. When she
arrived she saw a number of artifacts donated by famous persons
who had seen the castle and wanted Mr. Gulley to have something
of theirs. One of these includes a kerchief from John Wayne. Now
56 years later, she spends her days giving tours to the some
20,000 people a year who come by to see the "Castle made
from Love" more popularly known as "The Mystery
Castle". We caught
up with Mary Lou as she was starting a tour. My
first impression of her was a head under a floppy bush hat,
popping over the terrace wall as she beckoned us "Come on,
I'm just getting started". Though age and the elements had
worked their evil, they had done little to dampen the beauty
radiated by this bouncy 100 pounder. Within five minutes of our
meeting, it was obvious that Mary Lou had inherited far more then
a Castle. It is at these times that I enjoy myself most, without
announcing our intentions, we slipped into the group of 10 or so
tourists. We passed from room to room. In a somewhat
matter-of-fact- voice that failed to conceal the energetic tones
of a woman charged with life, we learned of the strange
directions the dream building took. We had a great time visiting
with Mary Lou and hearing the story of her castle. Don't miss
stopping by this one if you get in the area.
Laura