, yet most of us know it can just happen, sometimes instantly, just like a fall, unexpectedly. We love can wither or become its opposite, but we also know that it can grow as one gets to know er. This was the case with me and the Tomek House. We bought the house on August 31, 1974 but t move in until January of 1975. Right from the start, I wrote about the effect this house had on a letter to my mother on September 17, 1974, I wrote: “It is as if I am breathing fresh air and my an stretch itself again.” This house became bewitching and cast its spell on me. It soothed me and welcomed me. In 1904, t-yet-famous architect had designed, with the members in his studio, this house in the village of ide, Illinois, which was laid out by Olmsted & Vaux in 1869, after they had designed New York's al Park and Prospect Park. This was to be one of the most fertile periods of Wright’s long career. Guests arrived along the edged carriage way, or, more likely, walked up the two long paths from m Road that join at the front door under a small cantilever. ( The Blue Book, printed in the spring 6, notes that Emily was “receiving on Thursdays.”) Once through the wide front door with its plate glass, a six-foot-wide staircase invites one to ascend to the entrance hall on the living level. he visitors would be ushered into the reception room after shedding their outerwear, umbrellas, asols, and leave their calling card on a plate. The maid would announce visitors after pushing
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