My heart does a glad dance each time I see a red house. I think it goes back to my midwestern upbringing. Mom and Dad would take us for rides to the country outside Chicago, and the red barns and in particular the "Little Red Schoolhouse" were prime destinations. So today I set out to photograph my three favorite red houses here. The house above is my all time favorite house here. It looks so comfortable, the yard perfect (not too manicured), lots of land, brick driveway, garden, giant tree in the front yard and someone always tinkering in the yard or garden, a place that looks lived in by particularly happy people.
This place, also set back and shaded by large trees is my second favorite. It was this color scheme that I sought when I painted my own red house.
This red home appeals to me because it has a great front porch. Front porches were filled each summer evening in my childhood neighborhood by parents relaxing after dinner, while the children ran back and forth, playing "red light, green light", or statuemaker, or stone school up and down the steps.
We had a red house once. Our family lived on the corner of Broadway and Encinal, and I painted the house red. It caught the attention of Everett Johannes, then a writer with the Times-Star. He wrote a feature story about it back in 1982, and the headline read "Woman Paints House Red...." This week I saw an article that Mr. Johannes died. I won't forget him.
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