Bob and Joy Schwabach Spend the Weekend at a Frank Lloyd Wright House

By Bob Schwabach

We knew it was the Wright house as soon as we saw it.

Those long horizontals hugging the earth, that flat roof and overhanging eaves, those clerestory windows high away from prying eyes . . . this was the place. And if we needed any further confirmation, the house was signed. There by the door was a red ceramic tile set into the wall, inscribed with the hand-scratched letters “FLLW”– for Frank Lloyd Lincoln Wright. Most people forget the “Lincoln,” which was his given middle name, but here he had inscribed it with his own hand, along with the other “L” for “Lloyd,” his mother’s maiden name. Continue reading