In Horton Foote’s “The Carpetbagger’s Children,” the decline of a rich East Texas family is told by three sisters in monologues that are both collective and individual. Time shifts, emotions are hidden then revealed, and the family moves inexorably toward its ultimate fate. No wonder Aglet Theatre Company has chosen this surprisingly rich play for its current, staged (no scripts) production. “Children” was Horton’s penultimate drama, and while all his quiet storytelling skills are on display, there is more impressionism than realism here.The sisters tell their stories without concern for chronology; they meander back and forth through time; and facts meld into emotions. Set in Foote’s fictitious Harrison, Texas (surrogate for Wharton, where he grew up), the sisters’ Yankee soldier father came back during Reconstruction and — underhandedly perhaps — amassed 20,000 acres of prime cotton farms. The pull of this land is the central force around which the story’s tales of marriages, births, deaths, disagreements and disappointments spin. Information is given, then often repeated in alternating snippets and full speeches; unseen characters — dead sister Beth and Father, rakish failure brother — are introduced. Each sister knows everything about the others, yet they are emotionally unconnected. Each occupies her own space on stage. Cornelia (Eileen Epperson) is the strong sister, anointed by her father to succeed him, not her weak brother. Grace Ann (Stacie Weiner) is the sister who married the wrong man and was cast out of the family. Yet, in Foote’s gentle hands, she achieves a kind of redemption. Sissie (Joanna Seaton) is the baby of the family, the sweet-voiced daughter who Mama said “never had a thought in her head.” This is a play of stories that may or may not be true, stories that have built one family’s mythology. It is a play that requires careful listening for subtle shifts in time and emphasis, for steely ruthlessness and often-too-sweet sentimentality, for an unheard cry and scream at encroaching pain and mortality. Foote’s use of monologues seems to emphasize an aloneness, a solitude within families that characters in his other plays may have always shared. Surely these women wear their ancestry and mythology like badges; yet each lives, and will die, alone; and family is no protection against life and the ravages of time itself. For the play to work, three strong actresses need to inhabit the roles. At the 2001 premiere in Houston, Roberta Maxwell, the incomparable Jean Stapleton and Foote’s daughter, Hallie, played the sisters. Aglet’s cast works hard and often achieves surprisingly good results. Epperson’s Cornelia is matter-of-fact, no nonsense, practical. It is she who must deal with changing times and modernize the family farms at the expense of long-time tenants. Sometimes she seems more schoolmarm than head of the family business, more dowdy than rich. Weiner has the most difficult role in Grace Anne, whose independence belies an emotional neediness; she is best at conveying a wistful longing to see her family again. Seaton’s Sissie bubbles and sings her way through life, though even she must tire of “O, the Clanging Bells of Time,” a cloying hymn that she must sing again and again. But, of course, the play is about time; and it is no coincidence that the last words of the hymn and the play are “eternity, eternity”. Macey Levin has directed and Jaime Davidson lighted “Children” straight on, without gimmicks. One might quibble with the accents, more Mississippi than Texas, and the costumes; children of rich Texas farmers dressed better, believe me. But this is an unusual work by an American master. Foote, who died in 2009 at 92, won two Academy Awards for screenplays and a Pulitzer Prize for drama; and Aglet’s production lets us concentrate on Foote’s words and dramatic mastery. “The Carpetbagger’s Children” will be performed at TriArts’ Bok Gallery Friday, May 6, and Saturday, May 7. Doors open at 7 p.m. for complimentary wine and cheese, with performances at 7:30 p.m. Tickets are $25. For reservations and information, call 860-435-6928 or go to aglettheatre@comcast.net. www.aglettheatre@comcast.net.
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Greg Fricke and James Boehmer, co-owners of Peggy Mercury in Kent, recently launched their first fashion line, “Imaginary Concerts.”
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Fricke and Boehmer are not there to stock their shelves with the same products customers find at standard makeup retailers. They’re there to help customers find what works for them. That usually means asking customers about themselves and learning about their beauty habits, skin, style and the way they like to present themselves. Fricke and Boehmer believe it’s their job to help customers bring out the qualities that suit them and determine what works best for their look.
So much of the Peggy Mercury world is about emboldening people to become more creative, and possibly bolder, versions of themselves. Some of this comes through the store’s creative collaborations with artists, designers and stylists.
It’s part of an ethos that encourages them and their friends to use the shop as a kind of laboratory, trying out new creative experiments without knowing how they might turn out. Whether in fashion, painting, fiber arts or photography, the projects almost always turn out marvelously.
A line of sterling silver charms they sell started as a small project by their friend Nolan Percival. In the beginning, the pieces were for close friends and loved ones. But Boehmer and Fricke encouraged Percival to get a little more serious about the project and create a whole line for the store. Today, it’s one of their top-selling collections.
Classic styles, bold colors, and creative concerts make up the “Imaginary Concerts” line at Peggy Mercury.Provided
“Imaginary Concerts” has the duo taking their own advice.
The project started as a way for Boehmer to connect with his mother, who had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. Taking old concert shirts from his own collection, Boehmer and his mother began cutting out the graphics with the idea that they would make a quilt together. Unfortunately, she died before they could complete the project in 2025. The pieces, which were ready for production, were put on the back burner as Boehmer and Fricke dealt with their loss and the whirlwind of projects that never seemed to cease at Peggy Mercury.
But the harsh winter of 2026 presented an opportunity to take some time and focus on themselves. Part of that meant revisiting and redefining the concert T-shirt project. This time, instead of looking to the warmth and comfort of a quilt, they turned to another passion — fashion.
Taking a page from their own book, they wanted to create something that felt comfortable to them. They took two disparate loves — one rooted in simple preppy style, with clean lines and classic silhouettes, and the other in the nitty gritty worlds of punk rock and pop — and blended them together to create something entirely new. Pulling from the staples of vintage Brooks Brothers and Charvet collections, they applied the graphic elements with bold stitching reminiscent of punk jackets of the ‘70s and ‘80s, but with a much more sophisticated air.
But the remixing isn’t just the pairing of prep and punk. The pieces are not canon. They take liberties with the realities of concert tours, combining one band’s dates with another band’s logos, mixing them all up until the reality is lost and imagination is the only truth.
Shirts from Peggy Mercury’s first fashion line, “Imaginary Concerts,” hang on display.Provided
Adding to the mix is an element of perpetual creativity. Art can be messy, both figuratively and literally, and many of Fricke and Boehmer’s artist friends carry evidence of their work on them at all times. As a nod to these tireless creatives, the duo added haphazard splashes of bright color, giving the line an even more distinctive feel.
For them, “Imaginary Concerts” passes the “Peggy Test.” The mythical Peggy Mercury is a fictional figurehead for the company, a character who thrives on creativity and change. The name, much like the clothing line, is a mixture of interests: Mercury is a planet, a deity and an elusive, transformative element, while Peggy is the wonderfully stylish and boundary-pushing Peggy Guggenheim.
Everything Fricke and Boehmer put in their store has to pass this test: Would Peggy Mercury approve? For their first collection, the answer is a resounding yes.
Peggy Mercury is at 9 Maple St., Unit 2, Kent.
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