My memories of the wooden street never lead me to a 'dead end'. I can remember splintering my feet just walking to my neighbors house. The feel of soggy wet bricks of misery squishing between my toes after a Pittsburgh rain. I remember dad selling the dining room table because it was so much more convenient eating on the government granted wood that was "no more that a spit distance from the front door" . Oh and during the Pittsburgh winter months (you know October - March) you could almost smell the anger coming from the snow plows as the driver would scream obscenities that can still be heard in downtown Pittsburgh. Please do a documentary on Pittsburgh's wooden street. Sure, probably 500 trees were killed in the making of that road. But do we really need ALL of those trees? Probably not. Can't wait for the documentary.
P.S. Asphalt is for chumps
Phyllis Burkot - 8 years ago
We watched Your Pittsburgh tonight watching the segment on Glass blowing. My daughter and husband did this for there second wedding anniversary made beautiful pieces. Loved watching the process.. Love to know if there's any Pottery studio's in the Pittsburgh area.
Phyllis McCracken - 8 years ago
My grandfather, William Pfouts, was brought to Pittsburgh to be one of the first faculty members at Carnegie Tech. My dad, William, and his sister, Phyllis, both attended Carnegie Tech. My grandfather died when I was two so I never knew him but my sister found pictures of him with other faculty members. He taught pattern making. After he died, my dad buried or spread his ashes by the building where he had taught. I never asked my dad if he buried a container or just spread his ashes. When my dad was around 85 years old I took him for a ride around the campus to see if he recognized the building where his dad had taught but we couldn't find it. My dad died in 1997 and there are so many questions I wish I had asked. My dad was not happy when the name was changed to Carnegie Mellon.
My memories of the wooden street never lead me to a 'dead end'. I can remember splintering my feet just walking to my neighbors house. The feel of soggy wet bricks of misery squishing between my toes after a Pittsburgh rain. I remember dad selling the dining room table because it was so much more convenient eating on the government granted wood that was "no more that a spit distance from the front door" . Oh and during the Pittsburgh winter months (you know October - March) you could almost smell the anger coming from the snow plows as the driver would scream obscenities that can still be heard in downtown Pittsburgh. Please do a documentary on Pittsburgh's wooden street. Sure, probably 500 trees were killed in the making of that road. But do we really need ALL of those trees? Probably not. Can't wait for the documentary.
P.S. Asphalt is for chumps
We watched Your Pittsburgh tonight watching the segment on Glass blowing. My daughter and husband did this for there second wedding anniversary made beautiful pieces. Loved watching the process.. Love to know if there's any Pottery studio's in the Pittsburgh area.
My grandfather, William Pfouts, was brought to Pittsburgh to be one of the first faculty members at Carnegie Tech. My dad, William, and his sister, Phyllis, both attended Carnegie Tech. My grandfather died when I was two so I never knew him but my sister found pictures of him with other faculty members. He taught pattern making. After he died, my dad buried or spread his ashes by the building where he had taught. I never asked my dad if he buried a container or just spread his ashes. When my dad was around 85 years old I took him for a ride around the campus to see if he recognized the building where his dad had taught but we couldn't find it. My dad died in 1997 and there are so many questions I wish I had asked. My dad was not happy when the name was changed to Carnegie Mellon.