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Once it was a farmhouse, a great Federal affair of brick and hand-hewn oak that majestically held a Pennsylvania knoll just west of Philadelphia. It was a very old house-any architecture major could tell that-for down beneath the basement was a chamber as dark as the grave. This had been a depot on the Underground Railroad, a hiding cellar for northbound slaves. The landholders, generation after generation, had given over their rolling soil and their Quaker time to corn and cows, and for a very long while there it would seem the clock stood still...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Pennsylvania: The View from 80 | 10/8/1984 | See Source »

Handsome wood-and-brick bungalows describe an irregular horseshoe around the house now, and the people who live in them are older than the cliched older than the hills. The place has become a retirement community. The house, now employed as guest quarters for the residents' progeny-those who care to call-occupies the middle ground. It is a serene setup. What is more, the care is so fine that the death rate is remarkably low-so low the administrators reckon that today's applicant for admission will have to wait eight to ten years (by which time...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Pennsylvania: The View from 80 | 10/8/1984 | See Source »

Perhaps some of them were remembering the old days, the glory days of Columbia football. I grew up about 5 minutes from the old Baker Field, and I remember it mostly for its decrepitude and the faded glamor of the brick gates that open onto 218th St. But my father, who grew up in our house 25 years earlier, remembers a time when kids from the neighborhood used to go across the river into Manhattan and sneak around the field until they found a way to creep in. You could see some of the best teams in the country, then...

Author: By Marie B. Morris, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: The View From the Stands | 9/24/1984 | See Source »

Around the fringe of the dusty, sprawling Mexican city of Ciudad Juárez (pop. 625,000) rise row after row of corrugated-steel and beige brick structures bearing the logos of RCA, General Electric and GTE. Inside a Honeywell building, hundreds of women wearing red smocks hunch over an assembly line as they put together tiny electronic devices. Ten million parts a month are turned out here and then trucked across the border to U.S. plants, which ship them off to be used in Apple computers, Xerox copiers and instrument panels for the space shuttle...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Hands Across the Border | 9/10/1984 | See Source »

Responding to readers like Rhoades, WoodenBoat magazine, now a decade old, decided to provide such an alternative. Four years ago, it acquired an old estate on 65 acres overlooking the Atlantic, converted a brick-and-stone barn into a boatshop and sail loft and launched the WoodenBoat School. In its maiden year, the school offered only a few basic courses, attracting some 60 students. This year the curriculum has expanded to 18 courses and enrollment is expected to exceed 80 students before the school closes its doors at the end of this week. For tuition of around $300 a week...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Education: The Class Project Must Float | 9/3/1984 | See Source »

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