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Library Road, or part of it anyway
Friday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
As you might recall from recent folderol, your humble narrator was hiding away from the tumult of the NFL Draft, during the last week of April, by hunting around Pittsburgh’s Bethel Park area.
I was looking for remnants of the massive footprint that a series of coal mines once enjoyed in this area. After visiting the grave of Andy Warhol, one’s feet were again pointed at Route 88/Library Road.
This coal thing with me kind of started while driving along this route. ‘It’s a modern road, set up in the 1930’s and 40’s, why is it serpentine?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The answer was – of course – railroading.
Significant trackage used to exist here (beyond the elevated tracks of Wheeling & Lake Erie, pictured above), servicing a series of coal mines found along the Saw Mill Run waterway, which is a quick flowing urban stream. Said waterway should be regarded as a bit more of a ‘watershed,’ if you wanted to get a bit more ‘nitty gritty’ about it.
Saw Mill Run is fed by hundreds of smaller springs and streams, which trickle down out of the steep hills surrounding it. A primary arterial street called ‘Saw Mill Run Blvd.’ more or less shadows its path.
Saw Mill Run has been mentioned here quite a few times.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My rather hazy and still forming picture of things hereabouts suggests that the right of way used by the T light rail runs more or less in the footprint of the defunct Saw Mill Run RR, which carried mined coal to the Ohio River waterfront via a tunnel punched through Mount Washington.
Library Road narrows suddenly, and of course the thing that they didn’t have any room for anymore was sidewalk pavement. One was thereby forced to divert.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Nearly every stage of life is covered by that shot up there – the school’s playground is childhood, handicap parking is for the middle aged, and there’s a cemetery up on the hill. Neat, and very efficient. That’s ‘thinking ahead,’ right there.
Truly, the lengths I went to in the name of avoiding the NFL Draft, held in Pittsburgh in the last week of April, were ‘outré.’
To maintain my pedestrian access to sidewalk pavement, and not get squished by a pickup truck on Library Road, where the sidewalk just disappears I diverted to a small bridge, carrying an intersecting local road over the Saw Mill Run waterway.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Coincidentally, this adjusted path just happened to follow the tracks of the T Light Rail service. Fancy that.
There are three lines currently; Blue, Silver, and Red.
Red is the one which flows through Dormont, where HQ is found. All three terminate to the southeast behind a shopping mall, and the antipode of that spot is found on Pittsburgh’s North Shore, nearby Acrisure Stadium. They’ve got some sort of ‘hop on-hop off’ dealie going on with the fares, which I’m kind of hazy about the rules for, but it seems that when you pay a fare there’s a grace period during which you can transfer onto another T, or a bus, or one of the inclines.
It’s all very confusing. Nobody in Pittsburgh fully explains things. You’re just expected to ‘know.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One was scuttling towards a nearby T station called ‘Overbrook,’ where I’d be able to catch one of the ‘Red’ line rail units back to HQ.
This is a pretty little section of Bethel Park, have to say. There’s quite a few local shops, and I often see people actually walking around here, while I’m driving through. It’s a dichotomy.
I generally end up driving through this section a few times a week during my daily rounds. There’s quite a few interesting spots here, beyond the whole coal angle which I’m currently fascinated by.
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Coal Mining and Andy Warhol
Thursday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
That’s what drew me out to Pittsburgh’s Bethel Park, pictured above.
Supposedly, this building, which clearly sports ‘newer’ and ‘older’ sections, used to be the motor room for a coal mine’s ‘tipple’ – or so I’ve been told. It’s where the electrical traction equipment which was used to haul the mined mineral up and out of the depths was located.
Pittsburgh Coal Company was a monopolistic ‘trust,’ operated by the Fricks and Mellons, which fixed standard regional prices for the fuel.
Coincidence that the principal buyers of this mined fuel happened to be the steel mills, which were also owned by those baronial families. The company store, getting paid in ‘script,’ renting the house from your boss, private Police forces…
Such vertically integrated beneficence, that these Captains of Industry displayed towards their vassals subjects staff, huh?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’m told that the newer section of the building houses electrical equipment used by the transit service’s light rail system. Neat!
Wish I could have gotten closer, but ‘No Trespass’ signs abound.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One hung a left, onto a wide street called ‘Connor Road.’ At its intersection with Route 88/Library Road, a small bridge carries the roadway over the Saw Mill Run waterbody.
I was heading for a cemetery, since I was in the neighborhood.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A few posts back, I promised to offer photos of what ‘miner’s houses’ look like, and there you are. These have largely received additions and renovations, but the plot size and homogeneity reveal them. The original model of this style is what the bosses would rent to you when you agreed to mine for them, and would kick you and your family onto the street from if you tried to organize a union, or talked back against their system.
You’ll be seeing lots and lots of examples of this sort of housing plan in forthcoming posts here. The mill houses are a big part of the coal story.
That’s Connor Road going up the hill, coincidentally.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
St. John the Baptist Byzantine Catholic Cemetery, that’s where I was heading.
Had to pay a visit to another New Yorker, since I was in the neighborhood. They apparently participate in Pennsylvania’s Anti Vampire program, with that displayed cruciform vouchsafing the land nearby a body of flowing water.
Andy Warhol was created by Pittsburgh, but became who he was meant to be over in New York City.
There are only one or two documented visits he made to ‘back home,’ after he became famous. Post mortem – and the return to Pittsburgh of his remains – the Yinzers installed a plaque on his childhood home, named a bridge after him, and opened a museum dedicated to his work and life.
From everything I’ve ever heard about Andy Warhol, he’d likely find that funny and sweet at the same time.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The grave of Andy Warhol has a 24/7 live webcam streaming the monument out to the world. That is very, very Warhol, if you ask me.
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The ‘T’ to Bethel Park
Wednesday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
The history of Pittsburgh is pretty large.
There’s a whole lot of young George Washington, you’ve got Lewis and Clark, glass factories, steel mills, deindustrialization, and then rebirth under their ‘Eds and Meds’ conceit. It’s a lot to wrap your hands around, and I’ve been doing a lot of reading on the subject, but it’s still all quite confusing.
A big part of the confusion involves the rapacious business environment which was prevalent here, for much of Pittsburgh’s existence.
The darkest forms of capitalism were practiced hereabouts – company stores, unincorporated towns where the local Police were employees of the mill or mine and who were loyal to the boss and not any sort of actual law, with both the laborers and their families treated like medieval serfs.
I’ve decided to learn all of this ‘stuff’ by starting at the beginning.
Neither the Washingtonian nor post colonial eras for me, there are dozens of academic books authored by lettered historians on those subjects, if you’re interested in that particular part of the story.
Nope, I’ve decided that the thing I want to learn is the first rung on the industrial history local ladder, and that’s coal.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
I’ve mentioned my growing fascination with this coal subject in prior posts, but the tipping point at which I stop reading about something and then ‘go there’ to see what’s still extant occurred recently.
It should also be mentioned, the photos in this and subsequent posts were gathered during the week of the NFL Draft, which took over most of the central section of the city in late April, and which I avoided at all costs.
I don’t care about sportsball, and hate crowds.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
One boarded a T Light Rail unit in Dormont, heading southeast.
There’s a largish community nearby, which like Dormont is part of the larger ‘South Hills’ region, and is called ‘Bethel Park.’ I’m still getting my timelines and details together here, but I’m led to believe – by scholarly sources – that there used to be five distinct and enormous coal mining operations in Bethel Park, starting in the late 19th century, and one of these mines was in business all the way up to the early 1980’s.
Now, I’m fairly familiar with this ‘zone,’ but from the perspective of driving through it. Moe the Dog’s Vet is out here, and there’s a variety of retail establishments which we also frequent in the area.
There’s freight tracks rolling through here as well, with the logic of their location now making some sense to me, given a history of mining.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Washington Junction is the T stop where I debarked from the light rail.
I’m led to understand that part of the reason that the transit people set these lines in where they are had to do with assuming or ‘nationalizing’ the abandoned ‘rights of way’ once enjoyed by the defunct freight rail services that were laid down to service the mines.
Washington Junction is set upon a large flat space, which is largely depressed downwards, and away from the surrounding hilly landforms. Guess what used to be here?
– photo by Mitch Waxman
There’s a fair bit of housing density nearby. One and two family homes from the look of them. These also look decidedly 20th century in design.
A bit of a ‘shlep’ carried me across the parking lot of the T station’s ’park and ride’ lot and up towards Route 88/Library Road.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
A local gas station chain had sponsored free rides on the T during the NFL Draft, with said chain called ‘Sheetz.’ Interesting family owned company, which is expanding, and if they ever go public I’m buying stock. They have a great business model, excellent marketing, and a pretty big multi-state footprint in the Appalachian region.
In return for their sponsorship, Sheetz got to do vehicle wraps with their brand colors for the T, advertising their wares to the MFL crowd.
Tomorrow, hunting for coal town remnants, and Andy Warhol.
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Mister Icicles
Monday
– photo by Mitch Waxman
When I prophesied that ‘just as soon as the Docs tell me that it would be ok to resume normal but attenuated activities, the weather would turn to ice and snow’ – well – four easy words to learn are ‘Mitch is always right.’ Most of a humble narrator’s last week was spent dodging the weather while maintaining a bullish schedule of Doctor’s and Physical Therapy appointments.
Annoyingly, it’s Christmas, and the ‘PT’ office where I’m receiving my treatments is literally found within a shopping mall. Good news is that there’s abundant parking. Bad news is that seemingly everybody in Pittsburgh is converging on this area for holiday shopping. Automobile traffic in the shot above is stacked up behind a series of signal lights managing the vehicular flow towards the South Hills Village Mall. It’s a ‘biggun.’
– photo by Mitch Waxman
This ‘zone’ near the mall is fairly weird to me. In addition to the shopping center, interwoven around it are hotels, residential apartment buildings, and several ‘senior living’ facilities ranging in typology from old age homes to assisted living condos. Apparently, there’s a substantial number of people hereabouts who actually live within a shopping mall. In many ways, it’s the culmination of everything that the 1980’s strove for.
There’s also a plethora of seemingly out of place and eclectic structures scattered about the complex, like the St. Thomas More RC church pictured above. It’s directly across the street from my orthopedic Surgeon’s office, which is housed within a rather banal six story office building directly across the street. I’ve got an ophthalmologist office which I use on the sixth floor and the ankle guy is downstairs on two. Disappointingly, the various medical offices aren’t arranged to correspond with the body, i.e. there isn’t a knee and hip guy on three, internist on four, cardiologist on five, and so on.
Despite a heavy snow, a quite recent visit to the surgeon involved having an X-Ray or three of the busted ankle taken. Good news is that my surgeon pointed out that the three broken bones had rejoined without any sort of visible seam.
Saying that, I’ve got a bunch of screws and a metal bracket in my leg now, and that’s basically forever. We talked about airline security screening during my appointment, in addition to other matters. PT will continue for a while. Normalcy is on the horizon.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My prophetic visions of ‘Snowmageddon’ interfering with my happiness came true. It was only a couple of inches of snow, accompanied by some pretty cold weather with atmospherics down in the twenty degrees range, but I couldn’t risk harming the ankle. One needs to be quite conservative in terms of such risk at the moment. I’m just now back on my feet. It also seems that I’ve got a touch of PTSD from this experience, and that’s something which I’ve got to get a grip on. Every time I approach a set of steps…
Those two months in a wheelchair were scarring and brutal. One step in front of the other, as the song says, but a mean and despicable creature like myself’s footsteps can best be described as timorous, currently. Back tomorrow, and have yourself a great Festivus.
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