I ride my motorcycle from my North Central IL home several times per year to Frank’s Home near Spring Green WI via the most beautiful country roads through the “Drift-less” part of WI where the glaciers never leveled the hills, hollows, creeks or Rivers. About a 2-1/2 hour ride each way. I always stop at the family’s chapel and graveyard and stand at Frank’s now empty grave and pay my respects to poor Mamah who was so violently murdered. Her grave stone breaking apart from the tree’s growth and root system that Frank planted for her after her internment. Such an interesting story, man, life, and talent.

Here 6 years later, great interview

Priceless archive! Thanks for the post!

My aunt and uncle lived in San Rafael California, right across the road from the Marin Civic Center that LFW designed. As a kid we'd go over the visit them and go play in the construction site amongst the construction forms for the foundation and walls. It was our playground for that summer and beyond. It wasn't until I was in college that I found out that Wright had designed our playground, even though he didn't know it

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