Northside grant for $1k is due soon

I’m going to apply for a grant for funding from The Sprout Fund for $1,000.

I applied for this in the past and did not get it, sadly. I think the reasoning, in part, was that I’m from the South Side. True. But I coached the Manchester Academic Charter School students and that is at the Northside’s Sarah Heinz House. I coach the kids at The Pittsburgh Project in the summer and that is on Charles Street. And, we operate the Saturday Swim School at the Northside’s Oliver High School pool.

This year we will also be coaching the Pittsburgh Public Schools Summer Dreamers with Swim & Water Polo at Allegheny school on the Northside. it is right across the street from the National Aviary.

http://www.sproutfund.org/one-northside-program/

Come Live Over Here

Thanks Quora for this discussion: Answers to where should a married couple in early 30s move to in Pittsburgh?


Consider the South Side

In our 30s, my wife and I moved to Pittsburgh from Chicago. I am a boomerang and we met while she was getting her Ph.D. at Northwestern.

Our choice of neighborhood, something we still don’t regret, was the historic South Side.

I’ve never owned a lawn mower.

We raised our kids here too. This year both are in college and doing well.

You might want to rent in the city for a year. Look and look some more. You can find wonderful, weird, urban spaces with great potential and tons of charm. We’ve re-made our house a number of times, changing rooms, expanding, improving value and staying put.

Bonus insights from the Facebook group, South Side Secrets

Funny, true, 2nd-hand story about South Side pride N’at, in the wake of the “discussion” on the other thread about 15203:

Our home’s former owner who we never met was a small business man, Mr. Gursky. He lived here and ran his shoe repair shop here for decades. He and his wife raised two children on this spot on 12th Street. One kid became a doctor. He fixed the shoes and boots of countless of people throughout his long life. I never had the pleasure of meeting him, nor any of the family.

After we moving in, for years, people would knock on our door and try to give us their shoes. Nope. This isn’t a shoe repair shop these days. Often, the stories would start to flow.

One guy recounted how he once brought a pair of shoes into the shop and to his former neighbor, Mr. Gursky. This customer had lived in the South Side for years. They chatted. The guy allowed how he moved to Brentwood, (perhaps Baldwin?) as Mr. Gursky, the shop owner, hadn’t seen him around the South Side in recent months.

As the conversation winds down, the tattered shoes come out of a bag and onto the counter / work bench for repair. Mr. Gursky picks them up, walks outside onto the sidewalk, tosses them down in disgust and says, “You move away. You’re too good for us now. You take your shoes to Brentwood! Let them fix em.”

Mr. Gursky, living what some have called ‘the immigrant’s dream’ with home / business under the same roof, was not having anything to do with those shoes from the ex-South Sider who moved to Brentwood. Hard. Crusty. Iron willed.