Living in a house can be a love affair, be it a long-lasting or a short, superficial one. Sometimes e go house-hunting and fall in love immediately with a house. Other times people are not at all of the relationship between abode, occupant, and surroundings, even though dwellings have red mankind for eons. At times, love for a place is immediate and sometimes it grows slowly. Love letters usually are written to a person, not to an object, such as a house. Words, made up of letters, will have to do to express sentiments, even to a house that has given rise to many. Love have been around for centuries; love itself... for much, much longer. Love is the common theme nd so appears in the text in red. Love Letters to a Wright House is a compilation of my memories, diary entries, and observations. ore than a quarter of a century, I lived in a house that the architect Frank Lloyd Wright had ed for Emily and Ferdinand Frederick Tomek in 1904. My first seven years in that house were d with a husband, a very busy, skilled cardiovascular and thoracic surgeon. Sadly, that marriage in divorce, as so many other Wright homeowners and doctors’ wives have experienced. My last rhagic stroke, followed by sband’s passing half a year A few years went by and I d at my writing attempts and thought of the question as most often asked when I n the Tomek House: d with my second husband, H. Manny, a highly ted architect and retired or of the Graham ation for Advanced Studies Fine Arts. My “Love Letters” ned a manuscript for years se I had to deal with a
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