She was a woman who’s husband made his wealth with the silver mines in the rockies. She enjoyed the freedom of his money after he passed and wished to remodel their family home — or so the inter-webs say.
He was America’s most famous architect and he won her the moment they locked eyes. Together they designed a mutual dance to their love of Japanese print and art. This waltz carried into an abundance of glass designs in a multitude of forms. Several of which are said to survive today.
Perhaps they are protected by the spirits called in by this midwestern woman once her architect had gone and loneliness became a monster money could no longer hold at bay. She conjured those spirits until fear set in around the late 1920’s. She lost her mind shortly after.