GOOD JOB

On the day after Christmas, my family traveled home from the Laurel Highlands in a heavy snow. As we drove up a snow-covered Banksville Road at about 15 mph, I kept saying to my husband if we just made it to the BP Station on Banksville, then we could walk home. There were five of us in the car, and everyone kept saying if we could make it to the Mt. Lebanon border, things would be better.

We were right! Snow-covered roads gave way to pavement on Banksville right at the Dairy Queen. Slow going, but at least we knew there was a road underneath all the rain/snow/ice/sludge. You really do not know how great a job at snow removal Mt. Lebanon Public Works provides, unless you come from somewhere else.

You guys are the best!

Karen Welsh

Magnolia Place

MEMORIES

In the article “100 Years of Making Difference” (January/February) there is a picture of my grandfather Fred Harlan standing next to Chuck Sheck on the golf course. My grandmother moved to Mt. Lebanon with her family, the McLeans, in 1912, when she was 23, from southern Kentucky. Her whole family moved here (two married brothers with children, her parents and her sister). They all lived in the big yellow house on the corner of Bower Hill and Cochran roads. The brothers came here to work with the railroad and started a business here. The parents moved to Cedar Boulevard, where my grandparents Fred and Laura McLean Harlan lived after they were married until they built their house at 265 Orchard Drive, where my mother was raised. My mother attended Washington School when it was the only school in Mt. Lebanon. Years later, I taught art there for 20 years.
My grandfather was an avid golfer until he died in 1969. All of my McLean and Harlan relatives are buried in Mt. Lebanon Cemetery, as well as my parents, Martha and Fred Kaufman. Mt. Lebanon really is a small place when you have grown up here.

Lynn Kaufman VanRaaphorst

Pueblo Drive