The family that owns a house just across from Augusta National is still refusing to sell up to the iconic course that hosts the Masters.
The Thacker family owns the property that sits on 1112 Stanley Road, which was built by married couple Herman and Elizabeth in 1959 and stands by Gate 6.
The 1,900-square-foot three-bedroom house, estimated to be worth $330,000, may be modest in size but it has become a huge headache for those in charge at Augusta National.
Since 1999, owners of the historic golf club have expanded their footprint by an extra 270 acres after splashing out over $280million on Augusta properties, according to Golf.com.
This includes almost the entire neighborhood that the Thackers’ house sits in with $40m spent on redeveloping the area into parking and infrastructure for patrons to use during the Masters.
The family previously sold another property nearby to the club for $1.2m but vowed to keep 1112 Stanley Road for themselves. They have raised two children, five grandchildren and five great-grandchildren there.
But despite a number of seven-figure offers for their home, the Thackers continued to refuse to sell. ‘Money ain’t everything,’ Herman Thacker said back in 2016.
Herman died in 2019 at the age of 86 and his wife Elizabeth continued to live there for many years until she moved into a care home. She eventually passed away in July 2025 when she was 93.
But now their daughter, Robin, has confirmed the house is still in the family and she has even moved into it.
She said she’s ‘taking good care of it’ and revealed Augusta National has not yet made any approach to the Thacker children with any new offers.
However, Robin did tease the possibility of a shock sale in future. She said with a laugh: ‘If the price is right.’
Herman and Elizabeth’s grandson and professional golfer Scott Brown, who grew up in the house, opened up on his family’s persistent refusal to sell the house last year.
Speaking to The Times, he said: ‘Basically, they used to have 11 months of privacy because everything else got bought up.
‘They would just brush away the question of “Should we sell?” and, anyway, they could never find anywhere else they wanted to go. They fell in love with the place.’
