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This Is Progress?

Published on Wednesday, February 03, 2016 By Melissa Prycer
Images are powerful. I think that is why I have always loved editorial cartoons. The artist can convey in one drawing what it might take an author multiple paragraphs and pages to explain. I was reminded of this a few weeks ago when I saw a cartoon from the Dallas Morning News published on February 18, 1966. It shows the looming destruction of Millermore. A picture really is worth a thousand words. The country was still in a state of transition in the mid-60s. Cities like Dallas were growing and expanding. This meant that the old and outdated had to make way for the new and updated. This trend was collectively known as progress. However, not all progress is good. In cities large and small across the country progress often arrived on a bulldozer and scraped irreplacable treasures i ..

Thoroughly Modern Millermore

Published on Friday, January 29, 2016 By Melissa Prycer
The frontier Millers, William and Emma, died in 1899. The Victorian era ended in 1901. Millermore survived to find new meanings in the 20th and 21st centuries. It was occupied by daughter Minnie Miller Miller and her husband Barry Miller. (so many Millers!) At 58 years old, Millermore had not reached the status of “This Old House,” but was just an old house. Minnie helped it survive the crisis of middle age with a new Colonial Revival porch complete with columns. Her daughter Evelyn filled it with happy laughter, judging by her memoir, Texas Childhood. (/images/postimages/texas-childhood0001.jpg) This slim book, published in 1941, presents a rather idealized childhood. Christmas is delightful, in part because Evelyn gets every single toy she asked Santa to brin ..

What does Millermore mean?

Published on Monday, January 11, 2016 By Melissa Prycer
As we celebrate the 50th anniversary of Millermore’s close brush with destruction and rebirth as the first building in our museum, I contemplate what this house means. It means more than will fit in one blog. Millermore has been gathering layers of meaning for 160 years. It took the first 7 years to build the container for those meanings. For William Brown Miller and his (/images/postimages/cabin-interior.jpg) The Miller cabin was cozy but cramped. family in a lonely young settlement, that big house finished in 1861 was a mark on the land, signifying their success. Have you seen their cabin? It is smaller than one room in the new house! It is made of logs, a frontier embarrassment for respectable people who thought they should live in a refined manner. Or m ..

Candlelight Photo Contest

Published on Wednesday, November 11, 2015 By Melissa Prycer
Dallas Heritage Village is always a picture perfect kind of place, but never more so than at Candlelight. So, this year for Candlelight, our theme is Picture Perfect Candlelight. We have thousands of fabulous Candlelight photos in our photo archive, but we want to see some of your photos! So, beginning this week, we’re asking you to join in our Picture Perfect Candlelight photo contest. (/images/postimages/CL2014_BM105.gif) Post one of your favorite photos on your preferred social media forum (Facebook, Twitter or Instagram) from a past Candlelight. Do you have a great picture of Nip and Tuck? Did your family pose with some of our giant packages on the front porch of Millermore? Is there a photo of you performing with one of our many choirs? The options  ..

Reflections on Twenty Years at Dallas Heritage Village

Published on Wednesday, November 04, 2015 By Melissa Prycer
(/images/postimages/Gary_BW-001.jpg) After twenty years, my departure from Dallas Heritage Village has been so gradual that it is hard to say just when my last day was. But it is certainly evident that the leadership succession plan that Melissa Prycer and I worked out two years ago has already been a terrific success. Melissa hit the ground running from her first days as Interim Director, and by the time she was named President and Executive Director almost 18 months ago, she was operating at full speed. While my official last day is obscured, I can certainly remember my first day at DHV (then Old City Park) on the Monday after Thanksgiving in 1995. Before I had even poured my first cup of coffee I had plunged into the groundbreaking festivities surrounding the new Chaut ..

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