When I was a child my great-grandmother lived in a Craftsman-style house on Sherman Avenue in Salt Lake City. Until that time I had mostly lived in a single-story house in Scottsdale, Arizona, and Great-Grandma Glade’s laundry chute was beyond fascinating. Childhood friends had a father who was an artist, later a professor at BYU. He had a printmaking shop in his garage, and we sometimes got to tiptoe through his shop and see his birdcages ...
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