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House of the one eyed giraffe
photos by bert parry
The star of The Paleface finds built-in shelves and drawers are handy for quick packing jobs.
(Continued from page 48) Linda. A dozen times they walked past the sloping lot with the walnut trees, then one day Dolores said : "Let's go in."
Hand-in-hand, like children entering a secret garden, the Hopes pushed open the creaking wooden gate, and went in. Immediately, they fell in love with the towering trees, and the feeling of peace and seclusion. They wandered all over the three acres, and as they started to leave, Dolores stumbled against an old well, almost hidden by moss and weeds.
"There must have been a house here at one time," she said, excitedly. "Bob — there should be a house here now! What a lovely place to bring up children ! So much ground. So many trees to climb." In her mind's eye Dolores could see Linda a few years hence, her blonde hair flying as she clung to the ropes of her swing, and pointed toward the tree-tops with her tiny feet.
The Hopes sat down on the edge of the over-grown well, and began to talk about their future home. Bob took a green twig, and began to scratch a design on the damp earth. "Now, here's where we could put the house. . . ." And Dolores, her cheeks flushed, her Irish blue eyes two. torches of excitement, added, "We'll leave that pepper tree right where it is, even if we build the house around it."
They bought the lot and, shortly after, architect Bob Finkelstein got to work and drew up plans for the rambling structure that now houses Mr. and Mrs. Hope and their brood of four. Out of those plans has grown the house you see today.
As you drive up to the house, and park opposite the flowerbordered entrance, the front door is opened by Tony — for this is the maid's day off — and a moment later you're standing by the high-backed settee in the hall, looking directly into the spacious living-room. Sunlight and clear colors are reflected in the hunting-print draperies that frame the bow windows, and are picked up in the Grandma Moses landscape on the opposite wall. You are likely to exclaim with delight over a majolica lamp in tones of blue — and then notice baby Kelly's red celluloid duck peering behind it. As you sit on the deep, print-covered couch, you're likely to rise in nervous haste. (Continued on page 91)
The Pennsylvania Dutch breakfast room, a riot of colors, was converted from a butler's pantry. Cupboard (left) is handoainted in rich reds and blues. The kids love to lunch here.
Dining room walls are green and cream. Host and hostess
The backyard is a pleasant place at the close of day. On the flagstone patio, Bob catches up with the day's events, listening to each child in turn — or to all of them at once!
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