Found It! (Sort Of)

As I wrote about a few weeks ago, I've been trying to track down a particular house I saw in a magazine when I was a kid. Since the Google had been of no help in locating it, I realized I would have to spend a few hours down at the Phoenix Public Library going through the magazine archives issue by issue—hoping I could at least find it that way.

I had some time today, so after lunch I headed downtown and plopped my ass down in the magazine archive section of the Burton Barr Library.

Mom subscribed to four magazines that I readily remember: House and GardenHouse BeautifulArchitectural Digest and Interior Design.

Searching through 10 years of House and Garden came up with nothing, although I knew I was at least pointed in the right direction. And I did run across several houses I remember seeing at the time that obviously subconsciously influenced some of my own subsequent architectural designs.

Thumbing through these magazines also brought into very sharp focus how truly horrid most interior design was during the 70s. Still reeling from the pop influence of the late 60s, garish color was everywhere and so many fabric patterns were happening in single rooms it looked like Moiré vomit. It's no wonder I was drawn to the stark, clean aesthetic that was also inexplicably wedged in this sea of Colonial gingham and neon floral prints.

What I found equally interesting while perusing the pages of these musty magazines were the plethora of small black & white ads that occupied the last quarter of each issue. Obviously they were companies operating on shoestring budgets, but many of them definitely knew a certain percentage of the magazines' intended clientele weren't just bored housewives looking for tips on how to accessorize their family rooms:

"Against the pristine background of the Caribbean, the author-photographer recreates a living image of the first days of Man." Uh huh.

But I digress…

Anyhow, I knew from what I'd seen so far I was close to finding my prey. Time to move on to House Beautiful.

I actually hit pay dirt with the second volume of HB issues I pulled from the shelves. The homeless guy in the adjacent aisle who'd been carrying on multiple profanity-laced conversations with the voices in his head finally got very quiet when I blurted out, "Found it!"

There it was in the March 1973 issue in all its glory:

Okay, while this wasn't the particular article about this house I had lodged in memory, I do remember seeing this one, and more importantly I now had a fixed date in time and space and the architect's name (Tony Woolner). After I got home I consulted the Google again—and still came up surprisingly empty handed, save for only four additional photos and a physical street address (25 Baxter Road, North Salem NY):

(Can't say I honesly care for this elevation; it looks like a munitions bunker.)


Next time I'm downtown with some time to kill I'll head back to the library and look through Architectural Digest and Interior Design to see if I can come up with the article I was hoping to find.

It's just nice to have finally solved the mystery.

The Google Has Been of No Help

Sometime in the late 60s or early 70s, I remember looking at one of my mom's architectural/decorating magazines and seeing an absolutely amazing home that was basically a glass cylinder laid on its side nestled among a wooded lot that overlooked an open field or stream. The glass part of the cylinder was a series of curved skylights between structural rings that stretched from floor level to slightly a bit past overhead where they butted against a solid structure.

I don't know if it was House & Garden, or House Beautiful, or some other magazine, but numerous online word/image searches using any combination of tubular, glass, cylindrical, skylight, house, forest, stream, 60s, and 70s has come up with absolutely nothing. Since I can't narrow the time frame down to anything more concrete than prior to 1972 but later than 1968 maybe—and even that may be in question—even locating the original magazine at a library may an endeavor.

So I thought I'd throw it out into the blogosphere and see if this jogs anyone's memories (because I have such a huge readership) before I resign myself to spending a weekend at the library…

I Could Live There

…even if the view is a little too much like what Baltar had right before the Cylons attacked Caprica.

People Are Stupid

A few weeks ago the remodeled house down the street from CopperStar finally went up for sale. Ben and I laughed when we saw it being marketed for half a million, even with the crappy, unfinished back yard. It was a ridiculous asking price for the 'hood, even if it had been pristine. I mean, the place is nice and all, but it's not worth that much.

Well, it sold—for the full asking price.



If I Don't Put It Out There It Will Never Happen


As I have lamented on this blog previously, one of the biggest regrets of my life was that I've gotten rid of so many things I wish I'd held on to.

The first of those things being the notebooks I'd amassed that were full of audio manufacturer literature from the 70s and 80s. I don't actually recall at this point if I intentionally threw them out or if they were inadvertently left in a closet when fleeing an unfortunate roommate situation in 1989, but the fact remains at some point they disappeared.

The second of those things were the multiple notebooks of the floor plan/exterior elevation handouts I'd collected from Hallcraft Homes for the duration of my dad's employment with the company. I believe I left them in Dad's care when I first moved out of my folks' house in the early 80s, with the intent of eventually getting them back at some point. Well, life happened and I'd all but forgotten about them (and the dozens of actual construction blueprints in our possession) until some time after he moved to the Bay Area and I inquired as to their whereabouts. "Oh, I threw all that stuff out after the divorce."

Well fuck me.

My heart sank. Looking back on it now, I think his tenure at the firm (especially the last few years after they'd been bought out by a Canadian company) became increasingly difficult and when the opportunity presented itself for a purge of all physical reminders of his time there, he went for it—something totally out of character for my dad who seemed to hold onto every other thing in the world.

With the advent of the internet, I'd always fantasized what a great resource having all those handouts would be to current owners of the homes—if only for historical reference, and after his death I'd hoped against all odds that my sister would find a hidden cache in his things. Alas, no such cache was found.

Searching online for already published examples of those handouts has been a lesson in futility—until yesterday. With all the Phoenix history swirling through my brain of late, I did a search for "Hallcraft Showcase of Homes." This led me to—of all places—the Sunburst Farms HOA page. Sunburst Farms was the first of several Hallcraft subdivisions with one- and two-acre lots. (Ben's grandfather actually still owns a home in one of the east side developments.) On this HOA page there was a link to "Historic Documents" and on that page were links that sent my heart fluttering: Hallcraft Flyer 1, Hallcraft Home Plans 1, Hallcraft Home Plans 2, Home Elevations, Home Prices…

It wasn't a treasure trove, but considering I'd previously only possessed three floor plans and an equal number of exterior elevation sheets, being able to add three more was like Christmas to me.

This morning, while I lay awake at 4 am again, another thought came to me: Craigslist! and I thought, "Fuck It! If I don't put it out there, it will never happen."

So now I have a "wanted" ad on the Phoenix Craigslist seeking these handouts; not to buy, but simply to scan or photograph in hopes of getting them all posted online. In the 1970s alone there were about 45 different single-family floor plans, and probably an equal number of townhouse/fourplex plans. The fact that someone kept a few—that I didn't have—tells me that somewhere in Phoenix, in boxes at the back of closets and garages, my treasure may be lurking.

The images above are from yesterday's discovery, and that particular plan was actually one of my favorites even though—god forbid as far as my mother was concerned—it didn't have a separate dining room. That seems silly now, as I could easily see using the "family room" as a separate dining space since I could never understand the need for having a living room and a family room.

Goal

We've been watching this little place undergo a major renovation since shortly after we got back to Phoenix. It's a couple blocks from our favorite coffeehouse, so we drive past it often. At one point it was gutted down to the studs (which was probably needed for a house of this vintage), but it's now in the final stretch of being finished. I love everything about it—from the basic 40s-era design and the choice of colors to the walled front patio and the garage-turned-guesthouse in back—without even having seen the inside.

Ben and I would love to buy a place like this, or failing that at some point talk the current owners of our rental into selling us the place. I would love to do a makeover on it like the one above.

My Favorite Example…

…of mid-century multi-family residential building in the entire valley, Phoenix Towers.

My mom's long-time employer owned one of these condos from the 1960s until her death. I'd only visited once, but I was impressed by the design as well as the incredible view she had.

I'd been itching to get out and take some photos, and since the weather has been gorgeous lately I had no excuse to stay home. I also wanted to check out the camera on my new phone (since it was basically the only reason I upgraded) to see if I'm at the point yet where I can ditch the DSLR.

The results? Damn good, I will admit. Perfect for 90% of the things I photograph. But am I ready to ditch the DSLR yet? Not yet, but I think we're getting close.

Reshaping Phoenix

I've often remarked—half jokingly—how my dad's tenure at Hallcraft Homes in the 1970s reshaped the look of  mass-produced residential architecture in Phoenix. Driving around town this afternoon, I realize I'm probably not far off the mark for saying that. You can't go fifteen minutes in any direction without running into a house, townhouse or fourplex that my dad designed. But while driving around, I'm also reminded of the other builders who left their own unique mark on the Valley: John F. Long and Cavalier Homes are two that come to mind.

In my memory, it always seemed to be a bit of an arms race between the big builders at that time. Every year there'd be a slew of new floor plans (or at least new exteriors), with everyone "borrowing" design clues from everyone else; some more successfully than others.

I recall how as a family we used to tour the competition under the pretense of simply being potential homebuyers, and even then I remember remarking (sometimes to the point where I had to be shushed by my folks (because the model homes often did conceal hidden microphones) about how so-and-so blatantly ripped off one of Hallcraft's design ideas from the previous year.

I wasn't totally biased however. When dad's designs stumbled I wasn't afraid to say so. His response? "They put food on your table." While he was the lead and chief architect, there were other designers in the mix, and I could tell without asking whether something was dad's design or one of the juniors'.  Perhaps not surprisingly, while they weren't as good as what my dad did, I didn't find their designs nearly as terrible as he did.

At one point I had a 3-ring binder that contained floor plans of everything Hallcraft built in the 1970s. (I seem to remember giving it to my dad for safekeeping in the 80s when we both lived in California and it was only many years later when I asked for its return that I learned he'd thrown it out before moving back to Arizona, thinking I no longer wanted it.) I now have only a few sheets remaining that were duplicates of what was in the notebooks, but they don't even begin to scratch the surface of what was lost and after scanning and posting to a website would've made an excellent online resource for the new generations buying these homes now.