Category: Water Under the Bridge

Two weeks ago I lamented the loss of memorabilia when the twin oak trees in my back yard demolished my storage shed and much of its contents. Fortunately some of the things in the storage shed were salvageable, but a wee bit soggy. My collection of thirty-two Pittsburgh Pirate score cards from the 1940s and 1950s is currently spread out on my dining room table and appears to be in respectable shape. They are too valuable to lose; I must find a permanent home for them. The earliest scorecard is from 1945. Frankie Frisch was the Pirates’ manager; his team…

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The earliest document in the collection of Bridgeville High School Yearbooks at the Bridgeville Area Historical Society History Center has been a very informative one produced by the Class of 1926. For a long time I have had a vague recollection of seeing a 1925 Yearbook during a Boy Scout paper drive during World War II. Sure enough, Dana Spriggs finally vindicated me by spotting one on EBay, acquiring it, and forwarding it to the Society. Once again he must be nominated as “Benefactor of the Year”. It turns out to be a handsome eighty-two-page brochure, in excellent condition. We…

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The first week of 2023 has turned out to be much too exciting for me. On Tuesday morning I woke up to find that two massive oak trees in my back yard had uprooted and fallen, away from the house. One had demolished half of a storage shed; the other was precariously threatening the remaining half. On Wednesday it completed the damage. These were lovely, thirty-inch diameter trees, probably nearly three hundred years old. When I reported this to the insurance adjuster, she requested that I make a list of the personal items that were destroyed in the shed and…

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It’s hard to believe we have made it through another year and are faced with the challenge of dating our checks 2023 (those of us old-fashioned enough to still use checks to pay our bills). The past year wasn’t quite as difficult as its predecessors. Covid is still with us, but fatalities have finally decreased enough to make it seem almost endurable. For us structural engineers it will always be the year of the Fern Hollow Bridge. Early Friday morning, January 28, I received a text message from Don Toney, “Turn on your TV, a bridge has collapsed in Frick…

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My best Christmas gift this year was spending the holiday with Beth’s and Sara’s families at the ski house on Donner Lake. No one is more blessed than I when it comes to family. Our only disappointment this year was the fact that John’s family was unable to join us. They were at a resort in Montana, planning to join us shortly after Christmas, when Lai An became ill with Covid. Fortunately, it appears to be a mild case. The McCances accepted the difficult challenge of finding a Christmas tree, two days before Christmas. Every place they stopped, they were…

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By the time you receive this I will be in Truckee, California, enjoying being with my children and grand-children for Christmas. Years ago, when John was living in San Francisco, he and his friends rented a house there each winter so they could ski at Squaw Valley. Eventually he and one of his friends decided to build one themselves, fronting on Donner Lake. It has turned out to be an ideal year-around vacation home. Our family has been the beneficiaries of many happy vacations there, summers as well as at Christmas. Christmas letters are formulaic, either chronological or family tree…

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Twice a year I write a column about the semester’s Senior Design Project program at Pitt’s Civil and Environmental Engineering Department, culminating it with a statement to the effect that “if these students are typical of the young people graduating from college this year, our future is in good hands”. I am pleased to report that the Fall 2022 class is perpetuating that statement. This year we had thirty-two students divided into eight four-person teams implementing a wide variety of projects, six in the Civil Engineering area and two in Environmental Engineering. In every case the students showcased their technical…

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For its November program meeting the Bridgeville Area Historical Society welcomed back David Aitken to discuss one of Pittsburgh’s greatest disasters – the naphtha explosion in the Pennsylvania Railroad’s Corliss Yard on May 13, 1902. A retired railroader, Mr. Aitken is one of my favorite persons. He made a memorable presentation to the Society five years ago on his book, “The Little Saw Mill Railroad: Its Life and Legacy”. He also is a major volunteer/re-enactor at Old Economy Village. We saw him at the Erntedankfest last month, depicting storekeeper and Society Trustee Romelius Baker. He reported that he was scheduled…

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The tradition of formally expressing one’s thanks for his/her many blessings dates back to the earliest colonial days. It was informally recognized when our new nation was organized, interrupted by President Jefferson who was concerned about the separation of church and state, and officially converted into a national holiday (the last Thursday of November) by President Lincoln in the midst of the Civil War. After a year with five Thursdays in November reduced the “shopping days till Christmas” to twenty-four, pragmatist President Franklin Roosevelt changed the annual date to the fourth Thursday of November, guaranteeing at least six more. Its…

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Eighteen years ago my brother embarked on a project that has significantly enhanced our knowledge of local history. As an impressionable child growing up during World War II, he was keenly aware of the suffering experienced by families of the young men who had lost their lives. In 2004 he volunteered to identify the war dead associated with Bethany Church and to honor them on Memorial Day weekend. This initiated a research project that resulted in a list of about three dozen men, and an annual tradition that they to be honored each year ever since. In the process of…

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