Love Letters To A Frank Lloyd Wright House

issues, and my case was won. My vengeful husband appealed the Appellate Court decision but in February, 1986 the Illinois Supreme Court ruled in my favor that the Appellate Court ruling had been correct to vacate the divorce on the grounds of bribery, fraud, coercion, and other unlawful practices, get an acceptable agreement. Afterwards, I returned home by subway, feeling even more andirons could all possibly be sold to new collectors or museums. What to do to make ends meet? Someone suggested that I sell the laylights in the dining room ceiling, after making and installing correct facsimiles. After all, we had plenty of aged, quarter-sawn oak stored in the garage and I knew the top three art glass restoration specialists in the Chicago area personally. I had many cracked window panes replaced by them. Who would be able to tell the difference? The house would still look whole. I thought it over. New collectors were by then very interested in old, original Wright artifacts. Meanwhile, I had support from many friends who took me out to dinner, to the opera when they had an extra ticket, or to concerts, and a Dutch girlfriend even took me to Puerto Rico for a short vacation on her husband's

depressed by the trash next to the tracks. I had not expected that my homecoming would make a difference, but it did; once I entered the house, it greeted me. Light streaming in from every angle, filling me with hope that all would be well again. I would read one psalm every day. Selling oriental rugs and paintings and doing a few landscaping jobs did not make for a steady income, though selling my grandmother’s old cameo brooch to

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