Unique Streets: 33
Miles Walked: 8.2
Street Names (italicized have been walked on another day): Aylesboro Avenue, Edgerton Avenue, Selkirk Way, Willard Street, S. Lang Avenue, Roy Street, Pinnacle Way, Kirtland Street, Lloyd Street, Gibbs Way, S. Murtland Street, Kant Way, Reynolds Street, Hartwood Drive, Chilson Way, S. Homewood Avenue, Roycrest Place, Penn Avenue, S. Lexington Avenue, Lexington Place, Carnegie Place, Richland Manor Drive, S. Dunfermline Street, Ben Hur Street, Richland Lane, Tuscarora Street, East End Avenue, Brashear Street, S. Braddock Avenue, Waverly Street, Pansy Way, Query Way, Peebles Street, Lyman Street, Egina Way, Board Way, Abbott Street, Cromwell Street, Forbes Avenue, Briarcliff Road, Undercliff Road, Rosemary Road, E. Briar Cliff Road, Kensington Street, Carriage Lane, S. Richland Lane, Graymore Road, Richard Lane, Richland Place.
I started this walk in the Homewood Cemetery.
Cemeteries have always been a source of fascination for me. When I was 4 years old, we were living in Kingsville, TX which is home to (and named after) the King Ranch. The founders of the King Ranch are buried in Chamberlain Cemetery and one time when my mom’s parents came to visit they wanted to visit the cemetery and see the famous graves.
My grandfather, Jean LaVoie, was known in our family for being a mischievous jokester. I like to think that I inherited some of teasing abilities and can share it with my kids. I’m sure that they would disagree that this is a good thing and I sure did back in 1987.
On the drive to the cemetery my grandfather turned around to look at me from the front seat.
“Now Meggie, you know you have to stay close to us when we are in the cemetery. Grave robbers hide in the cemetery and wait for just after dark to start sneaking around. Look, it’s almost dark now. I sure hope we don’t see any. Just stay close to us, ok?”
I started to whimper as fear flooded into me. Every second we drove, we were closer to the cemetery and grave robbers. By the time we got to the cemetery, my mom could not coax me out of the car. I wasn’t crying (yet) but I was terrified and absolutely refused to leave.
My mom and grandparents got out of the car and walked about 30 yards away to see the King graves. I know that 4 year olds have active imaginations but I swear that I saw a person in all black with a ski mask covering their face dart behind one of the graves near my family. I started screaming. Screaming so loudly that they could hear me from their distance. I thought for sure that the person was going to take my family. My mom ran over and asked me what the problem was. I was hysterical to the point that I could not speak and so we left. Right after we exited the cemetery, I said I was going to be sick. We pulled over and I vomited on the side of the road.
That was the only time I have every barfed from fear.
When we got back home it was full dark and I had finally calmed down. My mom, also being a trickster (it’s genetic I guess) announced to us that she decided she was going to go back to the cemetery. In the dark. By herself. She walked to her coat hanging by the door and started putting it on. I screamed “NOOOOOOOO!” and jumped on her back like a sobbing monkey.
Everyone laughed and they told me it was a joke. I could tell my mom was a little surprised by the force of emotion the fear had brought out in me. Years later, when I recounted this story to her from my 3 foot high perspective she felt badly about making me so scared.
When we moved to Pittsburgh, there was a cemetery by our house. Everytime we drove by it at night I would say a silent prayer that my dad wouldn’t decide to drive through it. He only did it a few times.
As I got older, I saw cemeteries as more of a peaceful somber place than a terrifying one. I do sometimes joke with my kids that maybe we should go drive around a cemetery at night. I never will because I’m afraid too. There are just somethings you shouldn’t mess with and graveyards at night are at the top of my list.
Being that it was daylight, I had no problem worse than the chilly breeze in the Homewood Cemetery. Many of the markers are magnificent.
The warm sun shining over the rolling topography helped to dull the sharp blade of frigid air.
The sun was so bright, in fact, that this house was almost impossible to look at in spite of its beauty.
I walked the streets that run next to the cemetery and enjoyed the way the neighbors’ personalities were showcased via their yards.
I used the grounds of the Frick Mansion as a shortcut to more streets.
I would have liked to see another grand mansion from the early 1900s but alas, it is gone. All that’s left of Andrew Carnegie’s mansion on Carnegie Place is his Carriage House.
I meandered streets that sat between S. Braddock and Wilkinsburg.
I ended up taking a long detour out of Pittsburgh to visit D’s Six Packs and Dogs. On Wednesdays, their special is a hot dog and fries for $6. This is the Chiuaua dog.
After lunch, I headed back the way I came and towards some streets that looking back, I probably wasn’t allowed to walk on.
My reasoning for possible trespassing is that street signs are for cars, not people. The same thing sometimes happens when a road says ‘No Outlet.’ The street is a dead end for cars, but more times than not, there is a pedestrian way out at the end.
These streets had a war of sorts going on.
I’m TEAMCAT all the way.