Charles Lummis was a fascinating man, and so was the house he built in 1898 along the Arroyo Seco, back when it was a rock-filled stream, not a concrete channel. T found this link to a great piece about him on Yelp by someone who knows a lot about Lummis and knows how to share his enthusiasm. It gives more detail than the Wikipedia write-up, and it begins like this:
Where Ave 43 intersects with the oldest highway in Los Angeles, sits an acre or two of land that still looks like it did back in 1898. It is a bit of a miracle really. But Charles Lummis was all about miraclesCheck out the whole piece. It's fascinating and also explains a bit more about the window.
Perhaps that's what happens when you drop out of Harvard; walk well over 3000 miles across the desolate country; escape the grips of death by scoundrel, weather, and beast many times over; have an awakening of spirit; find your calling; write a book by gas and campfire light; and then decide to build a house where you finally choose to rest for a while.
Or perhaps when next, you establish the very first museum in Los Angeles; dedicate it to preserving the objects of your passion - Native American textiles, Pueblo Indian culture, and American cowboy history, while simultaneously working as the first Editor of the Los Angeles times, and you've just turned 26, perhaps people want to preserve your home. (Did I mention he also worked as the City Librarian, was an archeologist, and a renowned photographer among many other things?)