William Patrick Stuart-Houston - Later Life

Later Life

William Patrick Hitler served in the U.S. Navy as a Pharmacist's Mate (a designation later changed to Hospital Corpsman) until he was discharged in 1947. He had been wounded in service during the course of World War II.

After leaving the Navy, William changed his last name to Stuart-Houston, married, and moved to Patchogue, Long Island, where he and his wife had four sons. Stuart-Houston built upon his medical training to establish a business that analyzed blood samples for hospitals. His laboratory, which he called Brookhaven Laboratories, was located in his home, a two-story clapboard house at 71 Silver Street, Patchogue.

Stuart-Houston was married to Phyllis Jean-Jacques, who was born in Germany sometime in the mid-1920s (she died in 2004). After their relationship had begun, William, Phyllis, and Bridget tried for some anonymity in the United States. William and Phyllis married in 1947, and they had their first son, Alexander Adolf, in 1949. They had three more sons: Louis (b. 1951), Howard Ronald (b. 1957, d. 1989), and Brian William (b. 1965).

William died on July 14, 1987 in Patchogue, New York, and his remains were buried alongside those of his mother, Bridget, at the Holy Sepulchre Cemetery in Coram, New York. Phyllis died on November 2, 2004.

Howard Ronald Stuart-Houston, a Special Agent with the Criminal Investigation Division of the Internal Revenue Service, died in an automobile accident on September 14, 1989 having fathered no children. Howard Ronald is buried in the Holy Sepulchre Cemetery in Coram, New York.

Though none of the brothers has children, Alexander, now a social worker, has said that he knows of no sort of pact to intentionally end the Hitler bloodline. This is addressed due to speculation that such an agreement had been made.

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