My father's parents bought a farmstead in Sherborn in 1947, that had been built circa 1774. All the doorframes and flooring slanted toward the center of the house because the chimney had sunken over the centuries and pulled the house with it. There was an original brick oven in one of the three fireplaces. The doors were all latched, not knobbed, and latches and hinges were hammered iron. The whole property fronted woods with what were once roads, turned into tractor roads, turned into paths. It was just about the most picturesque place imaginable. When my family sold it about 5 years ago, the purchaser divided the lot in two, tore down the house, and cut down an oak tree in the front yard that must have been as old as the house. I seriously don't understand how a house that literally was older than the Revolution was not protected by the town, but it goes to show, you assume things are protected, just like the Wright house, but they aren't. Sherborn is also an excellent example of McMansion-ization, albeit in most cases, somewhat more tastefully than the endless cul-de-sac abominations of nearby towns.