Memory and Stability

I found myself making the sudden, sharp s-turn unto the Washington Crossing Bridge as a result of taking an opportunity to revisit scenes from my childhood. I have had a growing interest in returning to my first hometown partly to explore scenes the reflect concepts I encounter in my professional zoning life and partly due to the jealousy I felt when many of my friends were able to “go back home” in the early depths of the pandemic.

It’s been a quarter of a century since I had a place that I considered home in the sense of the homes that my friends found refuge in during the pandemic. While I’ve always had a roof over my head at a place where I lived and therefore a home, the deeper kind of home is a unique blend of people, place, memory, and stability. Pittsburgh is the closest substitute I have for a hometown, but one of my central themes when writing about Pittsburgh and the places within it is change. Last year’s Then and Now series focused on the changes to or around Pittsburgh’s bridges. The on-going Keeping an Eye On series is tracking major changes as they happen. And though I’ve researched lots, I’ve written less about the adaptive reuse of religious buildings in the city, a theme which also focuses on change.

There were changes when I went back to my first hometown. The house I grew up in has been painted, the backyard has been fenced in, and several important trees have been removed, including the one I crashed my bike into one summer.—They say once you learn, you never forget how to ride a bike. In my experience, once you crash into a tree because you forgot how to ride a bike, you never forget again.—Most of these changes I was already aware of from visiting a few years after we moved away. What struck me the most on this return visit was how much had stayed the same:

  • The chain link fence with slats that we used to love finding the gaps to peak through to see what was so secretly hidden.
  • The yellow safety rails were still there and still rusted.
  • All the houses on the block, except ours, were the same color with the same lack of fencing as I remembered, though one now has solar panels.
  • The year-round costume shop, the existence of which always fascinated me and that I still don’t understand how they survive 12 months in a row, let alone decades worth of 12 months in a row.
  • The bagel shop that made the best bagels, though apparently nobody orders just a bagel with nothing on it anymore and while the inside of the bagel tasted the same, it no longer had the smooth skin on the outside.
  • The local bank where I had my first savings account is still operating under the same bank name.
  • The ice cream shop with the best ice cream, though unfortunately its limited hours of operation did not coincide with the days I was in town.
  • The used bookstore, where I believe I bought my first Zane Grey novel and where I found several gems on this trip.

There is a narrow band of stability between stagnation and growth. This stability enables places like those listed above that are imbibed with memories to survive and provide a sense of the familiar, of comfort, and of home.

3 thoughts on “Memory and Stability

  1. It was nice to see your face this time.
    Tacoma here. There was an old costume shop here on 6th Ave for many decades. I was in once. Now it seems it was quaint and not highly lit up with fluorescents as many modern stores are. They also sold ballet shoes and likely other dance wear. It closed within the last decade..I lose track! I ended up wondering if it was a front for could they stay in business! Maybe they owned the building.

    • Thanks! Obviously, I don’t do selfies much. But this occasion definitely called for it.

      I agree that owning the building can help a business stay longer. I guessed going in that perhaps the bookshop owners were also the building owners, but it sounded like they rent the building.

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