Word: victorians
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When Ruth Dooley drove through Wilmington for the first time, on an outing with her husband in the summer of 1995, she saw a town out of time: lovely Victorian, Italianate and clapboard houses with wraparound porches and flags fluttering in the breeze; a shopping district of three-story brick buildings anchored by a domed courthouse, a gabled hotel and the Murphy Theater, a brick-and-terra-cotta confection with a delightful Art Deco marquee. Dooley grabbed her husband's arm and cried, "This is it!" Wilmington seemed to be that "protected environment," she says, "where we could raise...
Leslie Chamberlain came to Wilmington from St. Louis, Mo., to escape suburban sprawl and find a pretty little place where she could live a neo-Victorian fantasy as the proprietor of a gracious bed and breakfast. Nobody in Wilmington thought the ebullient, almond-eyed woman had a chance of making a B and B work; the town had never had one before, so people assumed it couldn't be done. But in 1990 Leslie and her husband Rick, a physician with good business sense, bought an ornate 1869 brick Victorian house on South Street. After six months of painting, wallpapering...
...riverboat cruise out of Hannibal, Mo.; a bluegrass band picking in a park in Danville, Ky.; a turreted 1898 Victorian near Nappanee, Ind., that just sold for $136,500--these are the warm enticements that draw suburbanites to small towns. But before such lures can work their magic, the towns must remake themselves into places where people want to live. To learn how, more than 1,200 communities since 1980 have turned to the National Main Street Center, a branch of the National Trust for Historic Preservation. Best known for its work protecting landmarks, the trust also deserves credit...
Unfortunately, DeLima's Moya does not share in the connection binding her children; in fact, she barely seems connected to the play. She wafts in and out of the living room like some brittle hostess from a Victorian drawing-room comedy. Her frantic fussiness and deliberate animation are doubtless intended to conceal her sorrow at the loss of her husband, but instead Moya comes across as a callous coquette concerned only with the progress...
...seems to validate the anguished self-absorption that has made baby boomers so good at generating revenue for psychiatrists and so bad at staying married. A half-century ago, people didn't sit around wondering whether their spouse was maximizing their self-actualization. In fact, thanks to the lingering Victorian moral climate, most didn't even consider divorce a live option. (What a time saver!) Nowadays, as Kramer himself suggests, it is almost normal for married people to be quietly dogged by "the constant sense of having chosen poorly." Well who can blame them, with the question "Should You Leave...