as if lingering with a lover, unable to say goodbye, and gazing just once more at the one that one loves. The large picture window at the end of the living room (a novelty in 1904), with a narrow art glass window on each side, would fill with a mass of pink and white blossoms in spring from the three trees I planted in the porch bed. These trees gave us some privacy while sitting outside during three seasons. The two sets of art glass doors swing out onto the porch, as all the casement windows swing outward, giving a feeling of freedom. Light is everywhere in the front stair hall, around the bend: the U-turn at the top of the stairs. On the bedroom level, one’s eyes could not help looking along the hallway toward the outside, to the elegant branches of the Ailanthus tree on the driveway. Before one moves towards the larger bedroom with its corner windows, the maple tree outside the bathroom window offers the awareness of nature. The long view along the hallway
ample window in the driveway door. When looking up the stairs to the bedroom level, one is captivated by the golden glow from the ochre walls. It was a daily delight to come up to the landing of the bedroom floor, throw a glance into the small bedroom, whose corner windows abut, thus enlarging the space. bedroom was never used as such. Emily and Fred Tomek’s son, Robert, only lived for nine months in 1892.) Arriving upstairs, first one has to go
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