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unicornduke:
bomberqueen17 replied to your post “have a bit of a headache and am super tired but I got to run to the…”
say hi to the farmer’s market for me. oh if you notice the collection of old men in tweed blazers who sit on the stairway landing/balcony thing all morning– one of them (Teddy Roosevelt Glasses Guy) is my late uncle’s partner, and they’re like, the Historic Preservationist Gossip Mafia, and they know Everything. It’s fantastic.
I will!
I did notice them last week so I might hang out on the stairs for a bit. I’m going to get an arepa for breakfast because they look amazing
I have never had one and I keep meaning to because, I am told, they are pretty good.
The Old Men are just phenomenal. Carl, with the Teddy Roosevelt glasses, was a landlord, and made a habit of buying up historic buildings and lovingly restoring them before renting them out, and won a bunch of awards and attracted a bunch of other yuppie types to do the same. And on the one hand, that’s part of the underlying bones of the gentrification that’s pushing some people out of Troy, but on the other hand– in the 1970s there were a ton of gorgeous old 1830s brick townhouses with their roofs falling in, and developers wanted to tear them down to put in concrete-block soulless stuff, and Carl and his friends stopped that and saved Washington Park and other historic neighborhoods, and now it’s all high-rent but back then it was a real struggle for survival. In 1993 when they filmed the movie The Age Of Innocence they used mostly Troy’s streets for it because the architecture was so well-preserved from the era of the movie, and it was a huge triumph for the historic preservationists of the city. (Right around that time, the city was so broke they had to sell City Hall, which has since been torn down, and now there’s just a blank hole there, still, right down by the waterfront. The 90s were rough, it’s why I moved away.)
So when they were going to repaint the farmhouse, up at the farm, all these preservationists had to come and stop by and look at the house and give their opinions on what color it should be, and Farmsister knew damn well she wasn’t going to be making any decisions about the repainting because the Preservationists are important allies. (And Carl went around the countryside and took pictures for her of all the other houses of similar vintage in the area so they’d have a reference of what the portico should look like, because he just knew where all those other farmhouses were.)
They’re like a harmless weird-old-man mafia who have Opinions on your storm windows. And they know. everything.
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unicornduke:
bomberqueen17 replied to your post “have a bit of a headache and am super tired but I got to run to the…”
say hi to the farmer’s market for me. oh if you notice the collection of old men in tweed blazers who sit on the stairway landing/balcony thing all morning– one of them (Teddy Roosevelt Glasses Guy) is my late uncle’s partner, and they’re like, the Historic Preservationist Gossip Mafia, and they know Everything. It’s fantastic.
I will!
I did notice them last week so I might hang out on the stairs for a bit. I’m going to get an arepa for breakfast because they look amazing
I have never had one and I keep meaning to because, I am told, they are pretty good.
The Old Men are just phenomenal. Carl, with the Teddy Roosevelt glasses, was a landlord, and made a habit of buying up historic buildings and lovingly restoring them before renting them out, and won a bunch of awards and attracted a bunch of other yuppie types to do the same. And on the one hand, that’s part of the underlying bones of the gentrification that’s pushing some people out of Troy, but on the other hand– in the 1970s there were a ton of gorgeous old 1830s brick townhouses with their roofs falling in, and developers wanted to tear them down to put in concrete-block soulless stuff, and Carl and his friends stopped that and saved Washington Park and other historic neighborhoods, and now it’s all high-rent but back then it was a real struggle for survival. In 1993 when they filmed the movie The Age Of Innocence they used mostly Troy’s streets for it because the architecture was so well-preserved from the era of the movie, and it was a huge triumph for the historic preservationists of the city. (Right around that time, the city was so broke they had to sell City Hall, which has since been torn down, and now there’s just a blank hole there, still, right down by the waterfront. The 90s were rough, it’s why I moved away.)
So when they were going to repaint the farmhouse, up at the farm, all these preservationists had to come and stop by and look at the house and give their opinions on what color it should be, and Farmsister knew damn well she wasn’t going to be making any decisions about the repainting because the Preservationists are important allies. (And Carl went around the countryside and took pictures for her of all the other houses of similar vintage in the area so they’d have a reference of what the portico should look like, because he just knew where all those other farmhouses were.)
They’re like a harmless weird-old-man mafia who have Opinions on your storm windows. And they know. everything.
(Your picture was not posted)
