Frank Lloyd Wright

As a little kid, I actually met Frank Lloyd Wright. My parents had just moved to Southwest Wisconsin from Central Wisconsin. They were driving down the County Highway on the south side of the Wisconsin River from Muscoda to Spring Green. My parents had lived in the area years before so they were familiar with Taliesin. So, when my dad got to a driveway just below Taliesin, he turned into it and drove up to the house area. There was a barn there. The bottom level was used for the tractors and some trucks. The loft area opened to a higher level on the hill. My father said sometimes the cows and horses would wander into the loft and look down upon the road. That day, the loft was empty. As we sat there, a man came up the hill with a couple of dogs and a shotgun broken over his arm. He had the funny Frank Lloyd Wright hat on. Of course I did not know who he was then, but he was an old man and came up to the car. He asked my father what he was doing there. My father replied, "We just came to look at the barn." The old man asked my dad if he was there to see someone. My dad said no. As the old man was talking, he took out a couple of shells and put them into the shotgun. It was a side by side double barrel as I recall. The old man asked my dad if he had an appointment. My dad said no. The old man(Frank Lloyd Wright) snapped the gun together, then said "This is my land, so get the hell off of it." The driveway was a narrow one lane driveway. My dad had to back down onto the county road. As I recall, there was much cursing as he backed down the driveway. Years later, I had a chance to tell this story to the last Mrs. Wright. After I got to this point she laughed and laughed and said "Yes, that was Frank!"