This is a good story, with pitiful photos. The Prices of Bartlesville were very good clients and friends of Wright, and the homes he designed for them were all done correctly, they didn't let contractors mess up the plans and spared no expense. The Prices I think were relations of Frank Phillips, or involved with that oil company in some way (Phillips Petroleum) Mom went to school with Harold Price and said he was a brat. My parents certainly had no fear of the "wealthy Prices" and my dad stomped right into the Price Tower once with me in tow, and we took our time looking around (everyone in the offices ignored us). Mom strolled right up to Mrs. Price's house once and we had a nice afternoon chatting (the poor old lady was in her cups, probably glad to have visitors).
Anyway this particular home was commissioned as a small cottage for Harold's grandma, and the books go on and on about how the breezes can blow into the home.... you can do your own research. I love the little blue knobby things, what an interesting touch. Also again, check out the mailbox. This is something I rarely run across in Wright books, but each place has a unique, weirdly designed mailbox! I should do a whole photo spread of just the mailboxes!!!
When leslee and I pulled up here, the fence was closed naturally (I wouldn't have dreamed of intruding), but I took a few photos around the outside anyway. Notice that the driveway might have been painted Pompeii Red at one time, but the cruel sun of Arizona had taken its toll. As we prepared to leave, a man came out of the fence and gave us the hairy eyeball, I waved, smiled and we left. Notice the triangular planter (or something) in the cinder block fence. That's an "aftermarket" thing, Wright didn't do cinderblock out in that configuration. Also the gate appears to have taken a nasty whack! BTW the photo with the mailbox in the center toward the bottom, that is the house across the street. I might crop that photo yet.






Anyway this particular home was commissioned as a small cottage for Harold's grandma, and the books go on and on about how the breezes can blow into the home.... you can do your own research. I love the little blue knobby things, what an interesting touch. Also again, check out the mailbox. This is something I rarely run across in Wright books, but each place has a unique, weirdly designed mailbox! I should do a whole photo spread of just the mailboxes!!!
When leslee and I pulled up here, the fence was closed naturally (I wouldn't have dreamed of intruding), but I took a few photos around the outside anyway. Notice that the driveway might have been painted Pompeii Red at one time, but the cruel sun of Arizona had taken its toll. As we prepared to leave, a man came out of the fence and gave us the hairy eyeball, I waved, smiled and we left. Notice the triangular planter (or something) in the cinder block fence. That's an "aftermarket" thing, Wright didn't do cinderblock out in that configuration. Also the gate appears to have taken a nasty whack! BTW the photo with the mailbox in the center toward the bottom, that is the house across the street. I might crop that photo yet.










