Yesterday was my dad's birthday. He hasn't been on the earth plane since 2000. My dad, Jean Kaeselau, was a quiet carpenter most of his life. In his younger days (50's-60's) he designed Modern homes which have now taken their place in history.
This one is in Truro or Welfleet. (If anyone knows whose house it is, let me know.)
That's my dad sitting on the house. This one is in Truro or Welfleet too.
This one is in Truro or Welfleet. (If anyone knows whose house it is, let me know.)There is a blog showing some of the houses which he designed and built for clients on the Cape. http://www.moderncapecod.com/ It's too bad he didn't get to see the new interest in his work.
That's my dad sitting on the house. This one is in Truro or Welfleet too.My dad had a tough childhood because his mom died when he was around 8 and his dad passed he and his brother off to other people to raise. In fact, he was raised by many affluent people in the art and literature world in those days, but there was never any loving security. When he was 16 he joined the navy telling them he was 18, then when he was done fighting the war he came home and went back to high school with the younger kids. I thought that was pretty brave of him.
I always remember my dad as loving the quiet solitude of the dunes in Provincetown where he grew up, and beach . He also loved all his animals- in his older years was so attuned to their energy and they all sensed that in him. He especially loved his pet skunk who he nurtured like a baby when he lost use of his back legs (the skunk that is).
He gave Peppy regular baths, fed him and let him sleep beside him every night.
He gave Peppy regular baths, fed him and let him sleep beside him every night.














































