Fallingwater

Liliane Kaufmann loved margaritas, Chesterfields and Fallingwater, her country house  built on top of a waterfall. Designed by Frank Lloyd Wright, it was a retreat only a couple of hours away from her Pittsburgh home but light years away in concept.

Liliane’s husband, E.J. Kaufmann, owned Kaufmann’s Department Store and the site of Fallingwater was once a summer camp for store employees; at the time, one of the out buildings was known as Hangover. (Kaufmann was no slouch when it came to building a strong work force.)

In 1933, the Kaufmanns decided to reclaim the site for a private home. First and foremost, they wanted a place to embrace and pay homage to the beautiful natural setting. Wright’s signature style was established and his reputation for uniting buildings with the natural world was also well-known.

The architect and clients formed a collaboration that resulted in an astonishing house.

This is the famous photo shot; so famous it's the last stop on the tour called, The View.

Put the house across from the waterfalls? No. Way too conventional. Site the house right beside the falls? Yawn. No. We are going to build this place right over the falls.

After that decision, in 3 years the house was built by hand from the surrounding sand, stone and soil of the hillsides. The walls are stacked stone, all of the floors in the house are stone slate and the terraces are poured concrete.

Seventy years after it was finished, Fallingwater is a National Historic Landmark entrusted to the Western Pennsylvania Conservancy; 135,000 tourists visit annually. Visitors can tour all three floors as well as the guest house; the family’s furniture and art work are still in place giving the sense that Liliane Kaufmann might show up at any moment.

On the way to front door past one of two pools at the get-away.

Isn’t Life Really a Detour?

I have a GPS that plugs into my car for that little bit of travel help when navigating unfamiliar territory. So an hour and a half after motoring on down the highway on the way to the east coast from Iowa, I program it and fire it up.

The woman inside the device is quick and precise, “Re-cal-cu-late. Re-cal-cu-late. Exit next ramp, turn left at the stop sign and right at first opportunity to proceed east on I 80.”

I stare at the new road route that illustrates her directions and damn if she isn’t right. Omaha is not the way to Washington DC. On the up side, we are traveling through country that deserves a second look.

Shortly after that I turned on the foreign travel guide just for grins. In an hour and a half, I learn how to order, “Two beers, please. And do french fries come with that?” I think it  might come in handy in case we end up in Munich for happy hour.

Don’t Miss This

There are sights and then there are sights. The rest stop  on East I-80 right outside of Iowa City is really worth a stop. It is a clever tribute to  Iowa Writer’s Workshop at the U of I, the oldest graduate creative writing program in the country.

Celebrating its 75 anniversary this year, the workshop can boast of 17 Pulitzer prize-winning authors and thousands of remarkable writers. This public works project is one that really works for that public.

A giant pen stands guard; it rests in a pool of ink after writing IOWA across the front of the building with a flourish.

Literary quotes are everywhere — in steel cut-outs that form the wind and shade buffers for the picnic tables, updated on an electronic message board that circles the generous lobby and inscribed on inside walls.

On the floor is a quote from Jack Kerouac from what else but On the RoadI was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.

Way to go, Hawkeyes.


Life in the Slow Lane

Now here is a dilemma. I am in a McDonald’s asking for a cup of coffee in my own tall take-away cup, and she (the teen server) screws up her face and says, “Is that a Seeenior…?” clearly uncomfortable about the question but compelled by a comprehensive training course to ask.

I have a split second decision between vanity (“You nitwit, do I look like a senior?!) and parsimony, (“How much will I save for claiming to be a oldster?”)

I say as quick as I’m able, “Sure. Serve it up.”

So when was the last time you got a to-go cup filled to the brim for $.59? It was a clear case of wisdom-trumping, I hope I remember the lesson going forward though somehow I feel I’m gonna need more practice.

Packin’ It Up

I spent the day in the basement pulling out plastic tubs, unwrapping a bunch of Christmas dishes and other holiday stuff and repacking them to send on to my niece, the one who is genuinely excited about adding my things to her holiday stash.

I had not unpacked the tubs for several years and felt a little melancholy as I looked at the things that I once looked forward to hauling out every year from the basement.   At the very same time, I was relieved that the things I treasured had a chance at another run.

I filled five tubs to give away.

Then I had a ham salad sandwich  on some really good whole grain wheat bread. And decided that it was a very good way to spend the day.

Doggelganger

Want to see your dog match? Upload your photo to Doggelganger and in minutes you’ll be staring at a homeless dog that looks like you based on a digital analysis of your facial structure.  This clever campaign is sponsored by the Pedigree Adoption Program in New Zealand and was created by Colenso BBDO.

Image from Creative Criminals.com

When I did it, a 18 month old Mastiff Cross popped up named Carla; I can’t help think that Carla will quickly be snatched up by someone who actually lives in the country. After all, she has really good bones.

Soup’s On

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