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How Our Little Corner of the World Became the Home of the Anawanda Arts Festival

A current picture of 445 Anawanda Avenue while a person holds a photo of the same space in the 1950s.
The corner of Anawanda Avenue and Castle Shannon Boulevard from the 1950s to today.

If you Google search the word “Anawanda,” all you’ll find are a few Zillow listings and a 40-acre lake in the Catskills. But for my family, Anawanda is a place for memories.

The corner of Anawanda Avenue and Castle Shannon Boulevard is where my parents lived after they got married in 1967. My dad, Len, was a musician from East Liberty and my mom, Kathleen, was an employee of Pittsburgh National Bank from Penn Hills.

In the 1970s, a man stands in the hallway of a tool company, surrounded by shelves of small boxes.
Len Cefalo in the hallways of Cornwell Tool Company, later named Leonard Tool Company.

They were poor, but happy. So when they found out they were expecting, they rented an apartment above a tool company where my dad got his first real job loading tools. They didn’t know much about Mt. Lebanon, but they knew it was safe and walkable—necessities when all you have are love and an umbrella stroller. They both worked tirelessly, my dad learning the business and my mom taking care of their growing family.

The tool business wasn’t creative or remotely exciting, but my dad became really good at it. Eventually, they bought the business, the building, an Oldsmobile station wagon and a house on Orchard Drive.

My mom said she’d sometimes take the long way home, just so she could turn into Mission Hills from Washington Road and drive down her beautiful, tree-lined cobblestone street. It gives me chills to think about how proud she must have been.

After 36 years the tool company closed, but the building remained in the family. During those decades, the Anawanda apartment became a home for my grandparents, and then a bachelor pad for my brother, Dean.

Dean started a business downstairs, Sunburst Sportswear, which he later sold to its current owner. It became and still is the home of my sister Dana’s music studio. And just last year Dana opened a pottery studio in the old living room where I can still hear my pop pop playing Alexander’s Ragtime Band on his Kimball organ.

A photo from 1971. A man holds the back of a bike while his son—wearing a helmet—learns to ride. A 1970s looking car is parked on the right side of the photo.
Len Cefalo teaches his son, Dean, to ride a bike in the Anawanda parking lot in 1971. This parking lot holds a lot of memories for the Cefalo family.

So in 2021 when Dana and I were talking about how cool it would be to have a little place for my daughter Charlotte to sell her jewelry, we knew there was only one place to do it—the parking lot on Anawanda.

We started planning a little garage sale and decided since we had the space, we might as well ask a few other artists to join. The thought of doing something bigger and supporting local artists was really exciting. (For the full story on Charlotte, our inspiration for the festival, check out the online lebomag article from last year.)

As it turns out, artists are longing for more venues to attend, and within a week we had 15 artists scheduled. I obtained a zoning permit from the municipality and our generous neighboring businesses allowed us to use their parking lots. We aptly named it the “Anawanda Arts Festival” and my husband John created a logo, social media graphics and flyers. It was all coming together.

A row of tents with vendors inside selling art, while people walk past.
The inaugural Anawanda Arts Festival, held in 2021.

We had no idea if anyone would come. But people did. Lots of people! That very night we decided it should be an annual event. So—shameless promotion coming—I am happy to invite you to the second annual Anawanda Arts Festival on Sunday, September 11, from 11 a.m. to 4 p.m.

You’ll find some really talented artists, Billu’s Indian Grill food truck, live music and an open mic from 1 to 4 p.m.. My mom and dad are planning what may just be the sweetest duet you’ve ever seen.

This little corner of the world, the corner of Anawanda Avenue and Castle Shannon Boulevard, is where so many family memories were made. It’s where my dad became his own boss and where my Uncle Jim and grandfather retired.

It’s where Graham’s doughnuts were eaten every Saturday and where the best practical jokes ever were played. It’s where my mom first gave us super-duper tuck-ins and where Santa delivered our presents.

It’s where my parents literally lived the American dream. And now it is home to this little arts festival, created for my daughter, and on the same blacktop where my brother learned to ride a bike.

We hope you’ll make it out to the festival this year and maybe even make some memories of your own.

Comments

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    Such a wonderful story. The inaugural festival last year was near perfect and hugely welcomed, especially for the oft-forgotten Sunset Hills area of Mount Lebanon. Just big enough and had a nice variety of talented vendors. So glad and grateful it’s returning!

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      Thank you very much for reading and commenting! So glad you enjoyed the festival last year and hope to see you again on Sunday!

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    Love your sharing this!

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      Thank you very much for reading and commenting!

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    Thank you very much for reading and commenting!

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    Oh Lauren this made me cry happy tears! What a beautiful history of a beautiful family. I love you all and can’t wait to see you all – and hear Kathy & Lenny’s duet on Sunday ♥️

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      Thank you so much, Nicole. I’m guessing your parents had some good memories from there as well! Sending much love right back to you and can’t wait to see you Sunday!

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    Loved reading this. I rode my bike in that parking lot as well. I lived in the duplex next door with my mom and sister. I remember seeing people watching TV in the apartment… I always thought it was so cool that lived there! I was there from about 1986-1994.

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    Loved attending the event yesterday, and it feels even more special now reading the history and memories you shared of this special place. Thanks for organizing it, and I look forward to attending in future years.

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      Thank you very much for reading and commenting! I am so glad you enjoyed the festival this year and we’ll see you next year!

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    Thank you very much for reading and commenting! That was probably my grandparents watching Wheel of Fortune, LOL.

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