Daniel House

Landed

Learning from our past

Our Dear Mr. and Mrs. So & So,

Before we endeavor to learn too much from the good Mrs. Post, we think it necessary to remind you (and ourselves, truth be told), the lofty place from whence we came.

This is the patriarch, our grandfather, the one who built it all. He’s relaxing on his yacht. Notice the resting rich face (a recessive trait).

 Grandpa on the yacht

Grandpa on the yacht

Grandpa was the first in our lineage to seek the truly landed life. He leveraged his moderate background as the son of a banker to build up an unrivaled telecom empire. So landed was he, the family was able to fly directly to its country estate and land on the tarmac at the west end of the great lawn.

 Shot of the A-frame taken en route from tarmac

Shot of the A-frame taken en route from tarmac

 

The three-story building was the height of 1960’s taste and engineering and boasted 100 beds, an indoor swimming pool, sauna and a rooftop deck from which to survey the surrounding outbuildings including a guest house, barns, shooting range, tennis courts and heated garages to house fleets of recreational vehicles for big game hunting.

 

And this is one of his nine children, heir to his business acumen and father to your trusted authors.

 Dad at the castle

Dad at the castle

By all accounts he was something of a savant in the business world, and had he not died too soon, we would be true gentlemen. Alas, he passed on to mansions in heaven and left his children with a taste of the landed life, but lacking the means to truly live it out. It is this taste that has made us feel a part of two worlds. We know what fine living is – it’s to own vast swaths of land, throw balls, conduct great adventures and write ornithological books – yet we are trapped in this unlanded world, unable to fulfill our destiny.

 Peter and Alexander by the gate at Uncle Max’s house in Austria

Peter and Alexander by the gate at Uncle Max’s house in Austria

Expect one last letter before we really delve into the lessons Mrs. Post has to offer, as we need to expand on and apologize for our current state of affairs.

 

Most Humbly Yours,

 

Peter and Alexander of The House of Spalding, The Fourth Generation of Bankers and Merchants from Central Wisconsin’s Gold Coast of The Great Lakes Michigan and Winnebago the Lesser.