In June 1993, the WWPNA Newsletter included an article by resident Marla Kiley called "Time Capsule on Logan." It's valuable not only as a record of the past, but also as a guide for what others may do to discover history in their own WWP home:

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… We bought our house on Logan Street in April of 1991. It was built in 1896 and converted to apartments sometime around 1934-5. Then in 1965, as we were to find out, it was reconverted to a house only to again be made back into apartments a few years later. Kevin and I decided to turn it back to a house, permanently and give it a makeover on a limited budget, which required us to do the remodeling ourselves.

April 30, 1991 was the day the wall came tumbling down, literally. We took out the wall that separated the apartments and to our surprise found a time capsule wrapped in wax paper wedged between two pieces of wood in the door frame.

Curious, we stopped our demolition activities to examine the contents. Inside was a newspaper dated October 18, 1965 along with letters from the people who once occupied the house. The Taggart family – Loretta and Thomas with their children Steven, Frank, and twins Rodney and Robin, plus grandparents the Townsends – each wrote a letter to the finder of the capsule. Although I’m sure they hoped the letter would be found many years in the future, we enjoyed it thoroughly. A brief history of the house and a list of its past owners was enclosed along with the price of the house in 1959, $10,500, which of course made us weep when we looked at our own bank note.

The Taggart boys left interesting letters. One was about bank robbers who were cornered in the house and engaged in a shootout with the police. The money from the robbery was never found. Although we knew the story was a product of an active imagination, we silently prayed that we’d find the money bags to pay for our remodeling. (We are still looking but so far no luck.)

Thomas Taggart told us of all the work he had done and warned us that this old house was only held together by paint. Keeping this in mind, we slapped another coat of paint on the inside and out, hopefully giving it another forty years.

After reading, enjoying, and copying down the history, we bundled the package up, added our own newspaper and letters, and sealed the capsule back in the door frame. Of course not to be outdone, we left more than a time capsule in the wall. Somewhere in all that drywall and tape is our hammer that has found its final resting place.

We knew this old house held many secrets and mysteries, but thanks to the Taggarts we were able to discover and join what no library and history book could tell us: the history of where we live.