Hi Donna, I didn't remember any Victoria Drive so I looked on Yahoo maps. It is about three or four miles from where we lived, actually kinda near our route to church (we belonged to Elfinwild Presbyterian on Mount Royal Boulevard in Glenshaw). I'm sorry, but I didn't know any Costellos. I saw some live newscast Saturday on one of the Pittsburgh websites about some people getting stranded in Glenshaw when they went to pick up their grandson from Elfinwild's daycare, and that just astounded me. I guess I always remembered it to be on a hill. I lived on Cavey Crest Circle, which is right at the top of School Drive before the middle school. You got there by going up Wildwood Road from Route 8. We were at the end of the cul de sac, an ideal place for kids. My friend Mary and I used to disappear for the entire day, playing in the woods behind my house. Our moms wouldn't see us from breakfast until dinner, something one wouldn't dare to allow kids to do these days! I finally had the chance to return in 2003, and I went to my old house and parked on the street. I got out to look around and a man came out of 'my' house and asked if he could help me. I told him I had lived there in the 60's and 70's, and wondered if I could walk around the yard. He insisted on giving me a tour, including inside the house, and told me to take all the pictures I wished. I was so touched I bawled as soon as I got back in my car. I felt 10 all over again, picturing my grandma standing in the westward-facing front door saying "Look at the beautiful sunset" like she always did whenever she visited from East Liberty. My climbing tree was still there, an old ash, albeit minus a few branches, and I finally fessed up and told how I put a bunch of rocks down that pipe on the side of the house when I was six and caused sewer problems. This guy didn't know me at all, I could have been a psychopath, but he welcomed me in and let me trail my hands along the hallway wall and pretended to be interested when I told him about my dad and how he used to snake a hand into the bathroom when I was in the tub, turn off the lightswitch, and eerily intone "Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men... the SHADOW KNOWS......BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" making me scream with shivery delight. Sorry to get carried away! Good memories. Bobbi ----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Monday, September 20, 2004 12:16 AM Subject: Re: [PITTSBURGH] Pittsburgh Flood > Bobbi > Did you live anywhere Victoria Dr. in Allison Park My uncle has lived there > since about 1950 maybe you know the family his name is Jack Costello > > > Donna

" . . . . .around and a man came out of 'my' house and asked if he could help me. I told him I had lived there in the 60's and 70's, and wondered if I could walk around the yard. He insisted on giving me a tour, including inside the house, and told me to take all the pictures I wished. I was so touched I bawled as soon as I got back in my car. I felt 10 all over again, picturing my grandma standing in the westward-facing front door saying "Look at the beautiful sunset" like she always did whenever she visited from East Liberty. My climbing tree was still there, an old ash, albeit minus a few branches, and . . . . ." - - - - - - - - - - Sounds like you were truely fortunate. It's not many who have such a memorable visit - able to touch a thread of times past. I would send him a card telling him such. Such a good kind man would appreciate your thoughts, in fact, I would just print a copy of your original email and enclose it. That pretty much says it all. Tom Lassek Eufaula Alabama