Thankfulness at the National Aviary in Pittsburgh

My last “play date” with my mom happened at one of the “haunted” places in Pittsburgh – The National Aviary.

First, here’s the elephant in the blog post: Why is the “National Aviary” located in Pittsburgh?

Well, this aviary started its existence as “just” the city aviary.  However, in the 70’s / 80’s, the steel industry collapsed in Pennsylvania.  I watched this happen because Mom grew up in Pittsburgh and we visited family in the city during my early childhood.  My own relatives left the city for job opportunities outside of Pittsburgh and Pennsylvania. During this time, Pittsburgh’s tax base suffered.  Pittsburgh cut its funding to its aviary.

Local citizens raised funds and campaigned to save the Pittsburgh Aviary. The United States Congress designed this as the honorary national aviary in 1993. (You can read more about this on Wikipedia.)

That Thing about the Ghosts

Per the National Aviary’s own website, the aviary sits on the site where the Western Penitentiary sat from 1826 to 1880. Did you ever hear of the Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia?  Well, this Western Penitentiary housed inmates in the western part of our state. (Western Penitentiary later moved a short distance downriver.)

Per Wikipedia, this original prison location at the site of the current aviary housed over 100 Confederate soldiers who were captured in 1863 during the Civil War. Several of these soldiers passed away at the prison.

Local folklore says that these soldiers still haunt the aviary.

Our Aviary Visit

I visited the National Aviary for the first time in August 2018.

See, in the past when I wanted to see animals, I visited the Pittsburgh Zoo.  I live closer to the zoo. The zoo has more available free parking.  The adult ticket price for the zoo matches the adult “base” ticket price for the aviary. (I will elaborate more on this shortly.)

In August, my sister, E.R., reached out to me about Mom. We knew then that Mom had cancer. We didn’t know that she would get significantly sicker in just a few weeks.  E.R. drove up from Virginia that week in August to visit Mom and to take her on a “play date” in Pittsburgh.

Mom chose the aviary.

You see, Mom used to baby-sit the son and daughter of a woman who grew up with my sister K. The little girl for which my mom baby-sat talked about her family’s trips from Somerset County to Pittsburgh to visit the aviary.  The little girl spoke often about a particular aviary penguin, Tribby. She drew my mom a picture of Tribby the Penguin.

E.R. offered to drive Mom to the aviary and also to pick me up along the way. So, the three of us visited the aviary in early August.

I shall mention here the things that irritated me about my only trip to the aviary:

The Parking

As I mentioned above, I like the parking options at the Pittsburgh Zoo much better than I like the parking options at the National Aviary.  We had trouble finding the aviary’s designated parking lot. We got confused by a road closure caused by a bridge replacement. E.R. had to drive around the aviary several times in order to find a parking spot on the street, and then she had to pay for the spot.

The Aviary’s Not-Subtle Efforts to Raise Funds by Looking under the Couch Cushions for Loose Change

The “base” price for admission does NOT include a laundry list of special shows and feedings that occur during the day. These each require individual special tickets that must be purchased at the front admission desk.

For instance, after we bought our regular admission tickets, we walked almost to the other end of the facility. Mom then mentioned that she really wanted to see that day’s free-flight raptor show.  I looked at the aviary schedule of events and realized:

1.) The free-flight raptor show started in five minutes, and;

2.) The free-flight raptor show required an additional ticket that cost $5 per person.

So, the three of us hoofed it across the aviary back to the admission desk. The attendant at the admission desk radioed the staff that ran the raptor show. They agreed to delay the start of the raptor show until we three showed up for it.  We purchased our additional tickets, and a staff member escorted us to the raptor show to ensure that we would find it before it started.

I really appreciate the staff’s extra effort so that we were able to watch the raptor show. At that moment, I didn’t fully realize that our day out at the aviary would be my very last “field trip” with Mom before she passed away. Mom enjoyed the raptor show. This is the most important thing. And honestly, I am privileged enough that an extra $5 per person on top of the regular ticket price won’t kill my finances.

The key word being: privileged.

But I am the oldest of my parents’ five kids. I remember when my parents had to carefully budget for every family outing. Even a trip to the county fair was a notable expense for my parents when they had to purchase tickets and food for multiple kids.

I got a little bit irritated that the aviary staff constantly advertised the “extras” that all required extra tickets as part of their speeches during the free events. I imagine that parents with multiple children and limited funds might get frustrated explaining to their kids why they can’t purchase tickets for the multiple “extra events” that the staff peddle.

I understand that the aviary most likely has limited funding sources and significant expenses. It can’t be cheap to provide food and medical care for all of those birds! However, when I visit Phipps Conservatory or the zoo, I don’t receive constant sales pitches.  For instance, I have an annual membership to Phipps and I KNOW that Phipps rents out many of its rooms for special events. However, the staff at Phipps don’t tell me about this every time that I visit Phipps. I heard all about the aviary’s availability for event rental as I watched free events.

(My husband used to work for a Catholic school where we heard parents and alumni complain that they felt nickel-and-dimed for every school event. During this very first trip to the aviary, it seemed to me as if the aviary has the same business model.)

This rant makes me sound cranky. However, some of my siblings and siblings-in-law have multiple kids each. Some of these siblings read my blog. So, you just read my thoughts on how the aviary’s pricing model could affect families.

(LOL: Tribby the Penguin is named after a corporate sponsor!)

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day.

I am thankful that E.R., Mom, and I had such a good trip to the aviary back in August, before Mom ended up in the hospital for pneumonia.

I am thankful that the aviary staff slightly delayed the start of the raptor show so that we could take Mom to it.

I am thankful for the aviary’s free penguin feeding. Mom got to see Tribby the Penguin eat. On the way home, Mom talked about Tribby as if Tribby were a celebrity.

I am thankful to E.R. for driving Mom to Pittsburgh that day.

Here’s Part 2 of my trip to the aviary. 

Parnassus Memoir

Local history buffs are in the planning stages of organizing a historical society for Arnold, Lower Burrell, New Kensington, and Upper Burrell.

I wasn’t able to attend the first meeting this month, but I will be keeping an eye open for the group’s upcoming events.

In the meantime, if you’re interested in New Kensington history, here’s a redux from my older blog:

I live in the Parnassus section of New Kensington. Parnassus is older than New Kensington. It sits along the Allegheny River. It existed as its own place until New Kensington annexed it in the 20th century.

A few years ago, I googled combinations of “Parnassus” and “history” and “Pennsylvania.” I found this link to a Chicago Tribune reprint of a New York Times article that Jeffrey Simpson wrote in 1996 about his family’s experience in Parnassus, Pennsylvania.

I posted the link to a Facebook group about local history.

Somebody on the Facebook group responded to the effect of “Oh, yeah, we already know about that article. Jeffrey Simpson wrote a whole book about Parnassus back in 1996. It’s titled American Elegy: A Family Memoir.”

So, I found American Elegy: A Family Memoir on Amazon. It’s out of print now. I bought a used copy pretty inexpensively.

As the title promises, this is a family memoir.

About half of the story takes place in Parnassus, within walking distance from my own current house. The rest takes place at a farm about ten or so miles outside of Parnassus, or else in an upscale suburb on the opposite side of Pittsburgh.

The author changed the names of his relatives and also the names of some of the places. However, I figured out the actual places whose names he changed. Also, he kept the actual names for still other places. (For instance, he kept the name “Parnassus.” I posted at the top a photo of a church that the book actually mentions.)

I found a Pittsburgh-area newspaper article, archived online, that referenced American Elegy. The article listed some of the “real” names of the family members from the memoir. Armed with this information, my husband and I researched the people and places mentioned in the book. For instance, American Elegy references a farm and cottage that was the author’s “family seat” for about two hundred years.  Since Westmoreland County’s property records are online, my husband figured out the location of the old farm – and also the cottage, which still stands.

We actually drive past this farmhouse every time we visit my own family. Each time, I say, “There’s the American Elegy cottage.”

Drop me a line if you want to discuss the book or the research that my husband and I did on the book.

The Bus to Nowhere

The Bus to Nowhere is now one of my favorite urban legends.

I just learned about the Bus to Nowhere – which I shall call the “Bus” – a few years ago. This story takes place in Philadelphia.

Please note that Episode #74 of the podcast Twisted Philly tackles the Bus. The host, Deana Marie, identified herself as a lifelong Philly-area native with a decades-long fear of actually seeing the Bus. So, if you want a more thorough explanation, you should listen to her podcast.

Here’s how I understand the Bus legend, based on this podcast, several other websites, and several books:

The Bus belongs to SEPTA. SEPTA stands for Southeastern Pennsylvania Transportation Authority. So, a SEPTA bus is the Philly equivalent of our PAT buses in Pittsburgh.

The Bus has no destination posted on any of its reader boards. In some versions of this story, the Bus lists no route number whatsoever. In other versions, this Bus identifies as Route 0. (Route 0 is not a real SEPTA route.)

It stops at no designated bus stops. It has no schedule.

You cannot just wait at a specific intersection at a specific time in hopes of catching the Bus.

The Bus shows up for people who are at the absolute lowest points in their lives.

This Bus doesn’t actually completely stop for anyone. The Bus just slows down, I guess? (Honestly, this sounds like some “real” public buses that I rode.)

If I were standing in Philadelphia proper and I were at rock bottom in my life, the Bus may or may not show up for me. If the Bus appears, and I decide to ride it, then I need to haul ass in order to actually get onto the Bus.

In other words, passengers on the Bus invest actual effort into boarding the bus.

The Bus has no actual destination. It just goes in a loop or something. Each passenger debarks when he or she is mentally ready to debark.

Passengers who rode the Bus and then left it have no clear memory of their time spent on the bus.

The Bus urban legend reminds me of Robert Frost’s poem Acquainted with the Night.

Today I told my husband about the Bus. He responded that this was probably based on a real-life SEPTA bus that travelled around Philadelphia on a training route. Thus, the bus had no posted route and it stopped at none of the bus stops.

Perhaps it slowed down and a SEPTA employee jumped aboard. Who knows?

Have you ever seen the Bus to Nowhere? Have you ever ridden on the Bus to Nowhere? Let me know in the comments!

Postscript, 11/12/18: Please note that the host of “Twisted Philly” swears in some of her podcast episodes. She actually cleaned up her language a bit after listeners complained about this in her iTunes reviews. I don’t remember how often she cussed in this particular episode. However, I wanted to warn you in case you intended to listen to this around kids. If you want to listen to just the “Bus to Nowhere” story on this podcast episode, then skip to minute 19:00.

15 Years Ago Today

Fifteen years ago today – November 5, 2003, Guy Fawkes Day –  I lived in “suburban” Johnstown. I worked in downtown Johnstown at my very first post-college “real” job, by which I mean a full-time job with benefits.

I actually didn’t deserve to land this full-time job in Johnstown. I chose the “wrong” major in college. I made the poor decision to grow up in a region and state decimated by the collapse of the steel industry. Worse still, I had the cojones to actually search for decently-paying full-time jobs in this region while also being a shy woman with no established network.  And yet somehow, I managed to transition from my part-time job in the shoe department at the Somerset Wal-Mart to a full-time office job in Johnstown.

By late 2003, though, I had the nerve to be unhappy at my office job in Johnstown. I watched the real-time termination of co-workers and sat through my own share of mental abuse.

I didn’t own a computer back then (I was trying to pay off my student loans as quickly as possible, plus in 2003 somehow it didn’t seem so important for me to have my own computer), so after work I job hunted at my local library.

Unfortunately, back in 2003 my local library faced a severe funding crisis. The library offered very few evening and weekend hours. So, a few nights each week, I job searched among Pittsburgh and Pittsburgh-area companies. I searched both within my industry and outside of my industry.

Every few months, I actually landed an interview!

I attended a job interview in May 2003 that didn’t pan out for me. Six months later, I landed a job interview for November 5, 2003.

Now, in October 2003, I chatted online with this guy named Jonathan. Jonathan claimed to live in New Kensington and work in Pittsburgh. We figured out that Jonathan actually attended St. Joseph High School with a few people that I later met at Saint Vincent College.

When I received the invitation to interview for a job with a company on the South Side of Pittsburgh on November 5, 2003, I suggested to Jonathan that we meet for coffee after my interview.

Here’s how my interview on the South Side in November 2003 went: I arrived early. The two interviewers got to me at least an hour AFTER my scheduled appointment. I have no right to complain about this. I very much appreciate the fact that they took the time out of their obviously busy day to speak with me at all.

However, when they asked me for my biggest professional accomplishment, I responded proudly.

One of the interviewers said, “Is that all?”

An awkward silence.

“Yes,” I said.

Honestly, after that exchange, I didn’t really mind that this company never got back to me.

After the interviewers sent me on my way, I concentrated on that evening’s coffee date with the mysterious Jonathan.

I previously suggested that Jonathan and I meet at the Eat’n Park at Edgewood Town Center. Back in those days, I scheduled my “first meetings” with potential dates at various Eat’n Parks. One of my best friends lived less than a mile away from this particular Eat’n Park, so I was “sort of” familiar with the area.

Jonathan ended up stuck behind a car accident on the parkway. I waited an hour for him to arrive. He called me several times to let me know the status of his adventure. Jonathan finally walked into the cinnamon bun-smelling lobby.

Jonathan and I hit it off and a few years later we got married. I did manage to find a job in downtown Pittsburgh in May 2004.

A few years after this, Jonathan and I went to London twice and I got to see the Parliament buildings that Guy Fawkes plotted to destroy.

On November 5, 2015, my sister K’s son “Peanut” – one of my many godchildren – was born.

John Milton wrote, “Remember, remember, the fifth of November,” and I do remember the fifth of November!

Even though my family grieves the loss of my mom, we still remember that the fifth of November – Guy Fawkes Day –  is a special day.

Happy Guy Fawkes Day!

Postscript: How did I meet my future husband online? After all, I didn’t own a computer and I had to do all of my job hunting at the library on certain days of the week. Well, one of my friends signed me up with a survey company. The company provided me with free use of a WebTV and free internet service for the WebTV. In return, I had to take several surveys a week about my consumer behavior. I met Jonathan in 2003 over a WebTV! Jonathan still teases me about this.

“Baby Teeth” by Zoje Stage

I shouldn’t have read Baby Teeth by Zoje Stage this week.

Pittsburgh author Stage’s newly released novel takes place in her home city. Stage is speaking at the Oakmont Carnegie Library November 10.

I bought the book last month, thinking that I would read it and then go to hear Stage speak.

This is a psychological thriller about a mother and her very young daughter who hate each other to the point of physical harm.

A protagonist’s health condition figures so prominently in the plot that it’s almost as if the health condition is a character in the story.

I didn’t realize until page 200 that maybe I shouldn’t read the story this week.  The book only has 304 pages. So of course I had to finish this.  I needed to know the ending.

The protagonists in this fiction work belong to Pittsburgh’s elite creative class. They live in Shadyside. The author mentions landmarks such as Phipps Conservatory and neighborhoods such as Regent Square.

I gave the book five stars on Amazon. It’s not the author’s fault that I read such a meaty, suspenseful book a week after my mom died.

If you liked taking Intro to Psych, or if you enjoy the NPR podcast Invisibilia, then you should read Baby Teeth with your book club.

Let me know if you have any book recommendations for me.