
The first rays of morning sun strike St. Mary of the Mount Church on Mount Washington.

It is difficult to pick a favorite tree for bright fall colors, but the Staghorn Sumac (Rhus typhina) is certainly one of the champions for brightness and variety. It is sometimes confused with the invasive Tree of Heaven (Ailanthus altissima), also known as Pittsburgh Palm or Tree from Hell; but fall quickly distinguishes them. The leaves of Tree of Heaven just turn sickly yellow, or drop before they turn any color at all. Staghorn Sumac is a native, and like most Northeastern trees it seems to take pride in its autumnal display.

Remarkable mostly for its unremarkableness, this little house in the back streets of the South Side is a good demonstration of how to keep an old house (it might be 150 years old or more) tastefully up to date.

With the limited research he was willing to put into it, old Pa Pitt was not able to confirm his impression that this building on Elmer Street was once a stable. But it certainly has the look of a stable. Well into the early twentieth century, the city was full of stables where the thousands of draft horses that pulled every kind of conveyance were kept.

A nicely restored Victorian house in the back streets of Shadyside. The front porch seems to have been foreshortened to accommodate a basement garage, but the work was tastefully done.

Since most of the world is going for silly deviltry, old Pa Pitt decided to be a bit contrarian and put together a collection of angels. All these and many more angels can be found at Father Pitt’s Pittsburgh Cemeteries site.


