Sunday, May 25, 2008

St Louis: Making Sewers Scenic For Over 100 Years

Last Sunday, my sidekick Phoenix and I, armed with the camera, went in search of Old St Marcus Cemetery. I read about it on some websites when I was researching the history of Concordia Cemetery and was curious to see its current state. I'd also seen some kind of path off to the right when driving down Loughborough Ave on my morning route to Quik Trip and wanted to find out what it was.



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Entrance I had noticed while driving down Loughborough. Sorry for blurriness; I deleted the wrong picture off the camera later in the day.

We set off down Morgan Ford Rd to Loughborough and reached the entrance above. What I hadn't noticed from the car is that the path crosses Loughborough, so you can go right or left, which sent lots of quotes from Labyrinth running through my head.

Since turning right would have sent us straight to that castle back toward home, we turned left.

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No swimming!

A lot of what we call "creeks" or "rivers" in the St Louis area, particularly in the city proper, are branches of River Des Peres. We seem to have found one of these branches.

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View of Saints Peter and Paul Cemetery across the crick

I wasn't sure where we were or where we were going, but I checked the time and decided to walk a mile before turning back, in the hopes that I might find a way to cross over into the cemetery. At this point I wasn't sure which cemetery it was, only that it was too large to be Old St Marcus.



Just about at the mile point, I see a familiar sight through the trees.

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It's the bridge that crosses River Des Peres from Germania St to River Des Peres Blvd on the other side. I always wondered where that bridge went, and why. I still haven't seen any signs that tell me where I am and why this lovely, well lit path is here.

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When I walked up onto the bridge, I was thinking about how I should have named this blog Craves, Caves, Graves, and Waves, because after food, show caves, and history, rivers are my next favorite thing. I know outside of St Louis people have a hard time calling an open storm sewer in a ditch a river, but humor me here.

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River Des Peres looking northwest

I check the river levels obsessively in the spring, as I drive River Des Peres Blvd to work every day. I'm fascinated by flooding, and with a lot of rain in the spring it's morbidly exciting to watch the river creep up. It dropped about 2' since these pictures were taken, but this weekend's torrential downpours will probably send it back up in the next day or two.

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River Des Peres looking southeast

So, now we know the path connects to River Des Peres. Time to go back the other way to see if we can find some clues as to what this path is and where Old St Marcus Cemetery is hiding.

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Path on the other side of Loughborough

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Finally, a sign!

Ah ha! This is all part of the Great Rivers Greenway Project! The River Des Peres Greenway runs along "the river" from Lansdowne Ave (right at the Metrolink station) to Morgan Ford, with extensions to the Mississippi River in various stages of planning and construction.

The Christy Greenway is an extension that runs from River Des Peres to Leisure/Christy Parks.

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This extension is .85 miles in length from Germania St to Holly Hills Blvd. From Holly Hills it continues to Carondolet Park via the Bike St Louis dedicated lanes. The entire route from Carondolet Park to the Shrewsbury Metro station would be 4.5 miles if you're looking for a good run or bike ride. Be sure to wear sunblock and a hat because many of the trees are still young and there are long stretches without shade!

This concludes The Case of the Mysterious Path. Stay tuned next week for The Case of the Hidden Cemetery!

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Venice Cafe

When Michelle requested a Craves post next, I was stumped. I know a lot of unusual places to eat in Missouri, but as far as the immediate St Louis area, I couldn't think of anything and didn't have time for a road trip. Finally, I smacked my forehead and said, "Of course! The Venice Cafe!" Sadly, at the time, the website said the kitchen was closed for the season.

Last night Dana, Robin, and I were looking for a place to go with food and a "medium stimulating" atmosphere (as in, fun but not too noisy,) so Dana called the Venice to see if the kitchen was open yet. Apparently it opened May 7 but the website had not yet been updated. Off we went!

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Entrez! I have been to the Venice in the summer many a night, but always after the kitchen closed. I was excited to finally try the food!

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My dining companions

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Inside bar

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down the stairs to the patio



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"Order Here" is pretty self explanatory. I wish I'd taken the picture earlier in the night when the menu board was up, but you can find it on the website. Click on the rooster!

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I had the jerk chicken with fried plantains and dumplings. I'm not usually a big fan of chicken, but I love jerk chicken and this was delish. In the words of Rachel Ray, those dumplings are YUMMO.

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Dana and Robin had the chicken kebobs with rice and beans. And if anyone has point-and-shoot tips for photographing food in low light without it looking washed out, it'd be much appreciated.

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Patio fountain

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Now normally, one would not be so crass as to photograph the restrooms for a restaurant post, but that's a work of art.

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Patio view from the rear.

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The best part of the Venice is that anything that can be nailed to the walls IS nailed to the walls. As many of you know, I am a big fan of the "sensory overload" school of design, and I could sit and stare at the walls here for hours.

The best part of the whole evening was when Robin came running back from the bar with WENCHES in tow. I could kick myself for not thinking of the camera in time, because that is a perfect segue for the next planned Craves event! Stay tuned for next month's report from The Royale Dumpe Dinner Theater! One of the wenches said thoughtfully, "You should wear a dress.... In fact, you should all wear dresses." I have no idea what the wenches have in store for us, but it's sure to be a great story!

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Mineral Springs Hotel

On April 12, 2008, my friends Shelly and Dan and I took a trip to Alton, IL for the Mineral Springs Haunted Tour. This was the last tour of the season that included a tour of torture devices on loan from the Museum of Historic Torture Devices in Wisconsin Dells.

The Mineral Springs Hotel is currently an antique mall at street level and apartments in various stages of renovation on the upper levels. I'll be mentioning bits and pieces of the history of the building here, but for a more extensive and interesting history, check out Troy Taylor's website.

Upon arrival at the Mineral Springs, we were directed to the ballroom. Wayne the Barber gave a short introduction to the history of the building, including the story of the Jasmine Lady, the ghost of a woman who died in the building when she took a nasty tumble down a marble staircase after her husband caught her having an affair. We were encouraged to take a whiff of a bag of what appeared to be jasmine bath salts, so we would recognize her when she arrived. The gents were also encouraged to dab on a bit of Bay Rum cologne, as the Jasmine Lady has an affinity for men who wear this scent.

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The fatal staircase. I believe Wayne said she came running around the corner at the top of the stairs, tripped, sailed down headfirst, and busted her noggin on the 4th step from the bottom.

We also learned about Charlie, a drunken sot of a ghost that has been known to follow the prettiest lady on the tour home. One is alerted to his presence by the odor of alcohol. According to the Haunted Alton Illinois brochure, Charlie the "drunken ghost" hangs out in the area that used to be the hotel bar, and "It's thought that he painted the mural of Alton on the wall in exchange for the right to imbibe while he worked." Some versions of the story go on to say that the mural was mysteriously finished after the man died, which is neither true, nor mentioned on the Mineral Springs Haunted Tour.

Finally, there is Cassandra, a 10 year old girl who drowned at her birthday party in the pool on the lower level. Cassandra is quite spirited (har har,) and along with playing some EVPs of her talking to people on the tour, Wayne also told a story about some marbles that showed up during a seance, which they believe to be industrial marbles pulled from spray paint cans in a storage room near the old pool.

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Dan is ready to hunt ghosts.

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There are believed to be 7 ghosts that live at the Mineral Springs, but those are the three main ghosts that are discussed on the tour. We were also warned that if we were scared, negative, or disbelieving, that we should not do the seance at the end of the night because ghosts can read our minds and will take advantage of weakness. We are also warned later in the evening that some people get terrible headaches in the pool, which could be because several people fell and busted their heads in the pool areas and that we should prepare ourselves for this possibility.

After the introduction, the tour was split into two groups. We were in the first group, off to explore the old hotel area of the building. It is currently undergoing renovation, so between no electricity and tight quarters of an old hotel room, I didn't get many pictures up there.

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To the right of the short staircase is another hall, at the end of which was the room where the Jasmine Lady was found with her lover. The Jasmine Lady came around that corner, running straight for where I am standing at the top of the fatal staircase.

Before we head to the basement and the women's pool, a lesson on orbs. According to some, orbs are dust and moisture caught by the flash of a camera. According to others, orbs are ghosts. According to Wayne the tour guide, orbs are dust if they have a dot precisely at the center and moisture if they are completely transparent, but are also readily identifiable as ghosts on your 2" digital camera screen. On the picture above, you can see an orb on the stair. If you were to blow it up, there is a dot precisely in the center, so we will assume that is dust and not the Jasmine Lady reenacting her fateful flight.

Our next stop, the women's pool in the basement. I have since lost my notes, but I recall Wayne telling us about how the orbs in this area are known to line up in military precision. When I was taking pictures I was told I had some soldier orbs lining up, but I don't see them now. Those 2" screens are tricky.

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Views of the women's pool taken consecutively.

Also on the lower level is the old meatpacking floor. Dan and I learned a lesson about the reflectivity of dust in the dark while trying to photograph this room.

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It's hard to see if you don't know what you're looking for, but there's a HUGE boiling vat at the very far end of this picture.

After the tour of the lower levels, we returned to the ballroom to switch groups. It was time to eat cookies while we waited for our turn to have our fortunes told. When I saw that this tour included a Tarot card reading, I was dubious, as a reading alone costs as much as this tour. Turns out the psychic was just doing this in the manner of "Pick a card, any card," which isn't entirely worthless, but not what I felt was implied by "tarot card reading."

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Look, a ghost! Oh no, wait, that's Shelly.

Onward to the torture devices! We were not allowed to take pictures in this room, but I will do my best to improvise. Devices include: The Heretic's Fork, The Saw, The Garrotte, The Thumbscrew, The Breaking Wheel, The Pillory, The Branks, and Waterboarding. No wait, scratch that last one, it wasn't on this tour.

All in all, the whole exhibit may have traveled here in a minivan. I was expecting more of a spectacle and was rather disappointed.

Back to the ballroom to regroup and watch a video from the History Channel about the torture devices, and then it was on to the Men's Pool for the seance. Pre-seance, we had a chance to take some investigative pictures.

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The first picture I took in the men's pool. ORBS GALORE! I was standing on a mound of loose dirt. That's Wayne the Barber down there in the pool.

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Shelly and Dan in the pool

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Look, Ma, I'm dowsing! Actually, absolutely nothing is happening in this picture.

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It's a shame these pool areas are in such disrepair. I can hardly imagine what they looked like when they were in use by hotel guests.

The seance, to be quite honest, was 30 minutes of standing in a circle in the dark with no light other than candles, while Wayne said things like, "Do you think you might be smelling anything? Seeing any weird shadows? Hearing anything? Cassandra, can you give us a sign? Does anyone smell anything? Anyone getting a bad headache? Robert, are you here?" Absolutely nothing happened other than someone getting cold and someone else getting dizzy.

Nonetheless, it was a good night of entertainment. We had fun and came away with great stories and a little bit of history. This tour is also the only tour in town that will get you access to the majority of the building, as the tour is run by the owner of the building and others who own businesses in the antique mall.

Concordia Cemetery

While I work on the ghost hunting, here's a tour of Concordia Cemetery from April 19, 2008.

This is a truncated version of the entry I made in my personal journal last month.

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view from the front looking toward the back
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view from the back looking toward the front:
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Mausoleum of CFW Walther, first president of the Missouri Synod:
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Statue of CFW Walther inside:
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Floor of the Walther Mausoleum:
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This is the one other mausoleum in the cemetery. I have not been able to find any information about the occupant.
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This is a very interesting monument. I don't know what it's made of because I'm a good girl and look without touching. It had plants in it at some point, but it's not in very good shape now. The date is 1891.
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Some monuments with statues:
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This one is so sad. It's right near the entrance:
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This one cracks me up for some reason. Notice the last entry: "Child Prodigy Great Divinely Inspired Concert Violinist." For some reason the child prodigy part seems silly when she died at age 72. But it's true, the wife of Richard Anschuetz was the last known owner of the Lipinski Stradivarius. It hasn't been seen or heard in public since he gave it to her.
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Group of old ones I can't read:
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Babies:
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I love monuments with the ceramic pictures. The rest are all pictures of that type. The first one is the first monument for a child that I've ever seen with a picture:
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Other half still alive? Buried elsewhere? Still alive and remarried and planning to be buried elsewhere? We may never know.
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