April 17, 2013
Re "Barlow Hospital's overreach," Editorial, April 14 As a committed preservationist, I want to thank you for your excellent editorial about the possible destruction of the historic Barlow cottages and that part of Elysian Park north of downtown Los Angeles. One more crucial point that has not yet been addressed is what 600-plus residential units proposed for the site would do to future parking and traffic flow on the only through street, Elysian Park Boulevard. Now, on nice days with families enjoying the park, there is just adequate parking; with car shows and festivals, parking is tight.
March 29, 2009 |
Sheep dot green hills. Pheasants hop across country lanes. Quaint cottages sit next to a tiny stone church. Neighbors who've known each other since birth greet strangers warmly. And for about $32 million, this leafy, nostalgic slice of England could be yours. The village of Linkenholt's 21 cottages, grand manor house, lush green cricket pitch and accompanying pavilion are part of an estate that also encompasses 1,500 acres of farmland and an additional 425 acres of woods. The entire estate is for sale -- as a whole -- with the only part not on the block being St. Peter's, built on the site of a 12th century church.
August 9, 2009
Grauman's Chinese Theatre in Hollywood rightfully boasts about the scores of legendary film stars who have walked through the front doors to attend world premieres. But contrary to popular belief, "The Wizard of Oz" wasn't first screened at the Hollywood Boulevard icon. Audience reaction screenings aside, that honor went to a small town -- not in Kansas, but in Wisconsin. On Aug. 12, 1939 -- three days before its first showing at Grauman's -- the movie opened at the Strand Theatre in Oconomowoc, Wis. At the time, Oconomowoc (pronounced oh-CON-oh-moe-wok )
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September 11, 1994 |
Frank Brace and his sons had ventured into the woods for day hikes before, but nothing in the youngsters' backwoods experience prepared them for the moment their father dropped dead on a rugged mountain miles from civilization. Unable to read their map--and having no compass--the boys scrambled five miles over rock-strewn slopes and across meadows, relying on landmarks and their sense of direction to find their way back to some cottages they had seen when they hiked in two days before.
October 27, 1985 |
My hometown was a serious city, sadly bereft of architectural folly. For most of the year its traditional facades and graceful streets were a source of civic pride, but the end of October always rendered its aesthetic conventions curiously deficient. At the time, my childhood Halloweens seemed entirely adequate; I completed a satisfactory tenure as trick-or-treater, masquerading alternately as Gypsy, princess, pirate, witch and vampire.
December 18, 1985 |
Several years ago I was telling Mrs. Fontaine, who lived in the bungalow next door, what I had heard about a house up the street, that its original cobblestone chimney had been replaced by a brick one. "Who told you that?" she demanded. "Mr. Wright over on Arbor." She laughed in scorn. "Why he's a newcomer." "He is? I thought he'd lived here a long time." "Heavens no. Only been here 25 years."
June 13, 1993 |
For two miles along Bellevue Avenue, also known as "Millionaires' Row," stately mansions loom like fortresses behind gilded wrought-iron fences and towering stone walls. But times have changed for these relics of Newport's Golden Age, which have names like Chateau-Sur-Mer, Marble House and Belcourt Castle. Today, a dozen of the most opulent homes carry open invitations to anyone with the $6 to $7 price of admission. Busloads of tourists are the most frequent guests. Inheritance taxes and the enormous cost of upkeep have been the driving force behind much of the transition from private to public.
December 13, 2002 |
What I remember most about the place isn't the neatly aligned wood-and-brick cottages or the well-tended gardens, or even the colorful mosaic tiles that gleamed in the autumn sunlight. What I remember most are the eyes of the children that reflected needs beyond one's ability to measure.
November 1, 1987 |
"The view from my front door is so lovely," a woman here told me, "I don't have to go to the films." I had an image of what I wanted--a small village on Ireland's west coast where I could spend a few days, a village picturesque but not overrun with tourists, a village full of character and characters. Furthermore, because I knew I would be tired by the time I landed at Shannon Airport, I wanted a destination I could reach easily within an hour or so by rental car.