On Location: Coming Full Circle

“He thought it was hilarious,” Mr. Rosenbaum said.

“I always loved trains,” he said. “I played with my first set, a Marx, so much, I burned out the transformer.” And its replacement, an O-gauge Lionel set that his parents gave him on his sixth birthday, he said, “I played with until I was 14.”

Construction began in 2012, and after Mr. Stern died the following year, his partners at Stern and Bucek finished up the project, which cost $935,000 and took two years. Fifty years after Mr. Rosenbaum moved into the house for the first time, he was back home.

In its new incarnation, the house is much bigger: 4,500 square feet rather than 3,200. It also has an open floor plan. As David Bucek, one of the architects, explained, “Glen wanted a house that a lot of people could fit into, especially when he had parties.” (So far he has had at least two, for the casts of the Houston Grand Opera’s premieres of “A Coffin in Egypt” and a new version of “A Christmas Carol,” with music by Iain Bell and libretto by Simon Callow.)

The curving walls that originally separated the entry hall from the kitchen and living room are still there, but the old teak-paneled walls that enclosed a smaller living room and family room are long gone, as is the hallway to the bedroom wing, demolished to make room for a new master suite.

Much of the furniture and art, however, remains exactly where it was when Mr. Rosenbaum was growing up. That includes the dining table that his parents had custom-made in the 1950s and the Adrian Pearsall sofa (although it has been reupholstered). Even the color-field painting his father made still hangs in the entry hall.

Upstairs, it’s a different matter. A visitor ascending the new staircase is in for a shock: In the nearly 40-foot-long train room is 630 linear feet of track on a landscaped platform, with four smoke-blasting, whistle-blowing trains running simultaneously.

Dominating the landscape are scale versions of the Pecos River High Bridge and the El Capitan mountain peak. On a plateau sit models of the Rosenbaum homes, both this house and an earlier one. There is also a replica of the Southern Pacific Passenger Depot in Wharton, Tex., a 1914 building that was restored by Stern and Bucek, and the control towers from the Southern Pacific Englewood Yard near downtown Houston.

It’s not unusual for Mr. Rosenbaum to spend a half-hour or so with his trains when he gets home from work at night, he said. And even longer on the weekends.

On a recent Saturday, he spent several hours running the trains for five local children, as their grandparents looked on in amazement.

“It was really fun,” he said. That was explanation enough.

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On Location: Sustainable Living in Mom’s Backyard

They wanted a place that was preferably modern, close enough to their work so they could get by with one car and small enough that they wouldn’t spend all their time and money maintaining it. Mr. Chan, who works primarily at home, needed an office; Ms. Chan, a high school baking instructor who loves to bake for family and friends, wanted an expansive kitchen.

In all, they saw more than 100 places — and way too much slapdash construction, said Ms. Chan, 42. Nothing satisfied their conditions or fit their budget, which they knew would be a stretch on their incomes.

Eventually the search wore Mr. Chan down. “I finally realized,” he said, “there wasn’t a place that was going to suit us.”

There were huge advantages, it turned out, to building new, in his family’s backyard. And not just because his mother continues to cook for everyone on weeknights.

Their two-bedroom, 1,050-square-foot laneway house is sleek and energy-efficient, and designed to meet their exact needs. And it was more affordable than they expected.

Because they didn’t have to buy the land, the total cost of the project was well below their budget: less than $500,000. So they can save for Maddy’s college tuition and they have more disposable income.

“Carrying a large mortgage is not fun,” Ms. Chan said. “We watch our friends. It’s hard on a person’s life.”

To get what she calls “a full-sized feel to the house,” they opted for fewer, larger spaces, she said, “instead of squeezing in lots of rooms.” They sacrificed a dining room, for example, so they could have a bigger kitchen.

Now, Mr. Chan said, “We eat at the island, all three sitting in a row.”

The house, which was designed and built by the Vancouver firm Lanefab, is highly insulated, with walls 13 inches thick, and a solar array on the roof, so there are months when it is virtually net-zero in terms of energy consumption. At most, energy costs run a little over $80 a month in the winter.

None of this would have been possible, though, if city leaders hadn’t been bold enough to approve laneway houses in 2009, said Bryn Davidson, a founder of Lanefab. “They adopted it citywide, and you didn’t have to get neighbors’ approval,” he said. “As a result, a whole new building industry was created at a time when most of North America’s was collapsing on itself.”

Early on, Mr. Chan said his parents were a little skeptical about the idea. “As older Asians,” he said, “they had reservations about everything.”

But since then, they have not only warmed to the idea, but have also raised another possibility: swapping houses.

“My mom has mentioned in passing, ‘I could live there,’” Mr. Chan said.

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On Location: With Wide-Open Acres

“John’s eyes lit up,” Ms. Salway said, although she had a different impression, especially after touring the house in snowy January and seeing how much work it needed. Windows were falling out of their frames, ugly linoleum flooring and dropped ceilings had been installed, the kitchen was stripped, and no one was living there to maintain the plumbing or electrical systems.

“When we left I was like: ‘Whoa. Somebody’s got a lot of work ahead of them,’ ” Ms. Salway said. “The little house just needed to be nursed back to health. Whereas this was, for us, an enormous undertaking.”

Still, they both knew that to find an old farmhouse near a town they liked, set far off the road, on rolling hills, with property lines extending as far as the eye could see — and priced within their budget — was “one in a million,” as Ms. Salway put it. So after a brief bidding war with a falconer who wanted to use the property for his birds, the couple bought the place for $205,000.

The deal required them to sell their cottage. In the 30-day period before the deed was transferred, Ms. Salway and Mr. Moskowitz stayed there and drove to the farmhouse to work, while Ms. Salway’s mother watched their infant son. They were in a race to get the downstairs into a condition where they could safely stay there overnight, without driving back to the city each day.

Then, more slowly, they began tackling the rest of the house. For bigger projects, like the plumbing and insulation work, they hired professionals. For cosmetic fixes and smaller projects, like pulling up the linoleum and installing kitchen cabinets, they did the work themselves, often with the help of friends and the couple’s families. The renovation cost around $30,000.

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Being inside the farmhouse now, it’s hard to believe it was ever a wreck. The hardwood floors revealed under the linoleum are in great shape. The kitchen is open and bright. And Ms. Salway has decorated with a countrified mix of Craigslist finds (a brass bed, a pair of albino leather sofas), furniture and art she got from clients (a dining table, 19th-century portrait paintings) and items found in antiques stores (ceramic plates of the 50 states).

The rooms are atypically spacious for a farmhouse, too. The vibe is loose and welcoming. “There’s nothing perfect in this house,” Ms. Salway said. “I just wanted everybody to feel like they could flop around.”

For Mr. Moskowitz, who grew up in the city, owning 43 acres is thrilling. He still isn’t sure what to do with it, other than puff out his chest.

“It’s goofy, but there’s something very manly about having land,” he said. “I’ve been living on top and under a million people all my life. Being able to get away from that is incredible.”

Both are glad they went for the farmhouse, even though it may take years to fully grow into the property’s abundant proportions.

“Truthfully, I don’t think we’re quite grown up enough for this house,” Ms. Salway said. “But it landed on us, so we said maybe the timing isn’t the best — but you just jump.”

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Four Square Blocks: Portland

Settled mostly by Scandinavians and Germans in the late 1800s, the district — and the Boise-Eliot neighborhood to which it belongs — became heavily African-American by World War II. In 1919, the Portland Realty Board forbade its members to sell property to blacks and Asians, except in a few places. And though that policy was formally rescinded in 1952, banks continued to redline those areas, hampering development and depriving property owners of loans for improvement. In the 1950s through the ’70s, highway construction and urban renewal displaced many residents of northeast Portland, reconfiguring its neighborhoods and contributing to their decline.

John Palmer House

N. skidmore st.

Silver Moon Crêperie

The Big Egg

Mississippi

Avenue Lofts

Paxton Gate

N. Mason st.

N. Mississippi Ave.

4035 N. Mississippi Ave.

N. Shaver st.

Land Gallery

Mr. Green Beans

Sunlan Lighting

N. failing st.

Kay L. Newell, who moved her light bulb store, Sunlan Lighting, to the corner of Failing and Mississippi in 1991, recalled that 43 businesses, including a metal shop and a headstone carver, operated on Mississippi at the time. But they did it behind barred doors and shuttered windows, she said, as a protection against theft and gang violence. Today, Ms. Newell, who wore a black beret over long graying braids, works behind big plate-glass windows filled with vintage bulbs and geegaws. She dates the beginning of the turnaround to 1995, when the city of Portland began a program for improvement with input from the community.

“We’ve gone from the worst neighborhood in the city to one of the hottest and coolest,” she said.

Not everyone agrees. Angel Barrera, who has lived in the area for 30 years, interrupted a walk with his dog to complain about density. We were standing near a pair of small houses between North Shaver Street and North Mason Street that he said would soon be demolished to make way for new apartments. As in many revitalized neighborhoods, this one is being planted with expensive condos and rental buildings.

The displacement of longtime residents is a concern, and so is parking. Mr. Barrera, who sported a tattoo on the side of his neck that read “Trust No Man” in Chinese, said he has to drive blocks to find a space. He also fretted about rising property taxes.

Memories of neighborhood blight may be fresh enough to soften anti-gentrification feelings. At the same time, those memories are becoming remote enough to contribute to local mythology.

“Every building claims it was a brothel,” said Dan Hart, who owns two bars on the street, Prost! (1894; at one time a drugstore) and Interurban (1927; for many years a florist). Asked about an incident last month in which obscenity-laced fliers were distributed to more than a dozen businesses in a transitional neighborhood to the east, he said it was “rather bizarre and not taken overly seriously.” (The fliers, which demanded that the recipients vacate, were signed by Juggalos, or fans of the hip-hop duo Insane Clown Posse. The Juggalos denied having anything to do with them.)

And all along Mississippi, people behind counters decorated with knotholes or succulents championed the concentration of their eccentric independent businesses. You may still fear for your life here, but only if you’re Starbucks.

“We’re Portland quirky, Portland weird,” said Ms. Newell, as she sold red and green compact fluorescent light bulbs to a man who owned a nearby print shop. She was talking about her inventory, but her arm stretched downstream.

North Mississippi Avenue, North Failing to North Shaver

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Sunlan Kay L. Newell, the doyenne of North Mississippi Avenue businesses, started Sunlan in 1989 in her home and moved it two years later to a boarded-up building at the corner of North Failing. She sells every kind of light bulb you can dream of (including some that are no longer made), and introduced her much-admired window displays, she said, “because the community had nothing positive to talk about.” She also designed her logo: a sun peeking from behind the Earth, smiling at an incandescent bulb. “It’s a takeoff on an old Mazda logo,” she said, adding, “If you look at the light bulb, there’s a smirk on its face.” 3901 North Mississippi Avenue, 503-281-0453, sunlanlighting.com.

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Mr. Green Beans This five-year-old shop sells everything you need to make a seriously customized cup of coffee: roasting apparatus, pour-over brewing systems and, of course, the beans themselves. But you don’t have to get fancy. Dirk Orthmeyer, the store manager, advised roasting the beans in a 1980s popcorn popper (current ones don’t get hot enough), or even a saucepan. Pressed on the matter, he conceded, “The stove is an option.” 3932 North Mississippi Avenue, 503-288-8698, diycoffeeroasting.com.

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Land Gallery Pat Castaldo and Aaron Tuller founded Land Gallery in 2009 as an outgrowth of buyolympia.com, their online business in Olympia, Wash. Managed by Mr. Castaldo’s wife, Amber Castaldo, Land sells printed works and other products designed by independent artists. (One stalwart is Nikki McClure, an Olympian who specializes in paper cuts.) Last week, Land’s upstairs gallery displayed a group print show called “Off the Wall,” where visitors were encouraged to unpin admired pieces and take them downstairs to the register. 3925 North Mississippi Avenue, 503-451-0689, landpdx.com.

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Flutter This pileup of decorative objects (with a plant store called Emerald Petals at the back) has the immersive charm of a pile of autumn leaves. Vintage mixes with modern, cosmetics with housewares, and now that it’s holiday time, ornaments are running wild. Cristin Hinesley and Sara Kolp were employees of Flutter when it opened in 2006 and bought the shop last year. “The neighborhood has developed an identity as a destination that has allowed small businesses to thrive,” Ms. Hinesley said. 3948 North Mississippi Avenue, 503-288-1649, flutterclutter.com.

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Gravy The restaurant sign, with its tawny and gold ellipses, puts one in mind of the 1950s and eggs. Inside, a procession of gravy boats lines a shelf high on the wall. When my breakfast companion and I ordered a side of hashed browns to go with our corned beef hash, the waiter gently suggested that we were getting a little potato-intensive, but we indulged anyway without regret. Be advised, though, that the portions are Paul Bunyan-size (presuming that Bunyan was a hash man). Open from 7:30 a.m. to 3 p.m. 3957 North Mississippi Avenue, 503-287-8800, eatatgravy.com.

North Shaver to North Mason

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4035 North Mississippi Avenue Much of the street’s charm comes from examples of vintage architecture, like this 1901 house between Shaver and Mason Streets with its shingled roof and gable ornament.

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Forage The building once housed a printing press, and lately an anarchist bookstore. Now it’s fitted out with furnishings, art and cosmetics. “I try to stick to what is handmade and local,” said Susan Collins, a former graphic and web designer for Nike, who opened the shop in September with her fiancé, Mark Falls. By this she means remaking estate-sale chandeliers with old wine bottles, upholstering reclaimed wood furniture and concocting her own bath salts and soaps. 4038 North Mississippi Avenue, 503-753-0633.

North Mason to North Skidmore

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Paxton Gate Andy and Susan Brown opened their natural-history emporium four years ago as a sibling to a store founded by Sean Quigley in San Francisco. Among its many treasures, what I liked best — even more than a pair of stuffed lions sourced from the estate of a trophy hunter in Utah, or the ostrich toes with supple joints, or a Burmese python pelt, or the butterfly-wing jewelry that looked like stained glass — were the silver earrings cast from mink penis bones. So pretty! 4204 North Mississippi Avenue, 503-719-4508, paxtongatepdx.com.

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Mississippi Avenue Lofts Opened in 2010, this rental building markets itself as green and luxurious, with apartments priced to reflect both qualities. Materials are sustainable, appliances are energy-efficient and the price of the only unit listed as available (a 726-square-foot third-floor studio) is $1,575. (The average rent for an apartment of any size in the Boise neighborhood is $1,453.) 4216 North Mississippi Avenue, 503-281-4674, mississippiavenuelofts.com.

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Silver Moon Crêperie Theresa and Chris Therrien fled the winters of Dover, N.H., bringing their crêperie with them. They opened Silver Moon six months ago, with the same popsicle color scheme and artwork it had in New England. They are “happy colors,” Ms. Therrien said. “If it’s gloomy outside, it can’t be gloomy in here.” 4220 North Mississippi Avenue, 503-889-0195, silvermooncreperie.com.

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The Big Egg This is one of a herd of food trucks parked on the west side of Mississippi, between Mason and Skidmore. My breakfast companion returned at lunchtime to introduce me to one of its celebrated Arbor Lodge sandwiches, with grilled portobello mushrooms, balsamic vinegar, arugula and fried eggs. He was disappointed to find that they had run out (they tend to do that by noon). But it was just as well, because we were still digesting our hash. The truck takes a winter break on Dec. 14 and will open again in early February. 4233 North Mississippi Avenue, thebigegg.com.

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Prost! Dan Hart’s German beer bar, in a super-cute Victorian building just north of the food trucks, offers brews like Mönchshof Schwarzbier (“notes of coffee and cocoa”) and Spaten Optimator (“big malty aroma”). Foodstuffs include pretzel sandwiches and cheese soup. 4237 North Mississippi Avenue, 503-954-2674, prostportland.com.

Above North Skidmore

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The John Palmer House Perched like a haughty dowager on a hummock above Skidmore, this house was constructed in 1890 by John Palmer, a builder. It was used as a music conservatory and a bed-and-breakfast before Maggie Kolkena and Susan Dunn bought it in 2008. These brave women — who discovered, among other imperfections, that the house was sagging in the middle and required bolstering — did much work inside and out, and now hold nonprofit and private events here, including weddings. Among its many charms are densely patterned Bradbury & Bradbury wallpapers (a portrait of Queen Victoria hangs on a wall teeming with white flowers and olive foliage) and Povey Brothers stained glass. 4314 North Mississippi Avenue, johnpalmerhouse.com.

Correction: December 25, 2014
An article on Dec. 11 about the North Mississippi Avenue neighborhood in Portland, Ore., omitted one of the founders of Land Gallery and misidentified another. Pat Castaldo co-founded the gallery with Aaron Tuller — not with Amber Castaldo, who is the gallery’s manager. The article also misstated the year in which Land was founded. It was 2009, not 2008.

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