nts and, oh, so many others livened up my days, as my bookcases uestbooks bear witness, whenever I remembered to ask the s to put their mark on them. I have one regret: while letting ake photos, I also should have photographed those pillars of ectural history as well as the superb photographers who came: g others, Alan Weintraub, Tom Heinz, Paul Rocheleau, and nder Vertikoff. There were the speakers or participants in conferences whom I put up for a night or two: Leonard Eaton, Jack Quinan, Ginnie Peter Reidy, curators, guides, students, and writers, some of became friends and faithful correspondents, such as Robert bly, Donald Hoffmann, and Bill Jordy. There were the journalists, Dutch one, Max van Rooy, who turned out to be the grandson Dutch architect and designer H.P. Berlage, who was a Whenever I had to leave for a short while, I relied on house sitters, among them restoration ects such as Don Kalec and John Thorpe. Like a child, the house could not be left alone, and after rried, I was having to split my time between several places. Thus some lovely young women tters for a Wright house.” The house also enriched me by exposing other Wright houses and their occupants. 3, I was courted in Wright’s Willey House. esat and entertained in the Gale House, advised on Wright gardens, or dug in getting dirty in them. I transplanted my ocks to the Heller House as seen in the original drawing of it. Consequently, I d in many a bathtub in Wright Houses. g at the Hollyhock House, after a
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