Abandoned: The Orange School in East St Louis

My excursions into the world are absurd, rife with fascinating mischief, bloated with unexpected adventure, and are always complicated by my compromised (flash burned) vision.

I find this enjoyable but Darren wasn't in the mood today when I turned a corner in east St. Louis, hit a piece of extended rebar from a crumbling sewer cover and blew out a tire. Whoops.

The back story: Last week I was driving along St Claire Ave in East STL when I detoured onto a side street to view the housing stock and saw an abandoned Mediterranean Revival school that had - I thought - orange limestone.

That was really exciting. Limestone was mined and I couldn't grasp what mineral had infiltrated it to produce the orange color. I didn't get out of the car to inspect the building and a week later realized I had been hilariously betrayed by my vision.

When we eventually arrived at our destination I discovered it was an orange glaze on the terra cotta which resonated with the barrel tiles on the roof.

It is exquisite.

We were driving through what was left of a neighborhood. Many of the homes had been razed. Traces of alleys remained, now paths, and sometimes I saw brick pavers but the alleys has been abandoned. Roll out carts were in use on the streets. Every street had deep and numerous potholes.

I stopped to photo an architectural relic and my favorite street hardware: a manhole cover with concentric circles. I was sneezing when I got back into the car and Darren asked if I was allergic to poverty. I sighed.

I saw a telephone phone that had snapped near its base.

We took a right back onto St Claire, I encountered the rebar and boom: an instant flat. I called Triple A then Darren and I strolled the area. I gathered and admired rocks from the train tracks that were laden with minerals: mica and pyrite.

Darren was bored and found an abandoned off ramp behind a chain link fence. A white man driving a utility truck called out to us asking if we were OK. You're in a really bad neighborhood he said. Why, I said to Darren, because only black people live here? We're fine, I told the driver. I have a lot of cash on me, Darren said, all worried we were going to be robbed. Again, I sighed.

An hour later a Forgiveness Truck pulled up and left the engine running the entire 20 minutes it took to change the tire. I'm reflected in its window.

We were now enroute to the Orange School as I was calling it.

I wonder if Michael Allen knows about this Darren wondered as we wandered the parameter of the compound.

Slate steps, I announced as we examined the disintegrating staircase.

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Snapped utility pole:

The Church of East St. Louis.

Excelsior Manhole cover.

Abandoned alley:

Abandoned brick:

Abandoned sycamore:

Abandoned infrastructure maintenance: Exposed rebar:

Abandoned off ramp:

Abandoned flat:

Cute squat hydrant. Working condition unknown but pointless in the midst of abandonment.

The tracks with mineral rich rocks. Thanks Universe!

Thank God I'm Forgiven! So it says on the door.

St Patrick's School and Church:

The gorgeous orange glaze.

Crumbling slate steps. Slate has always been a bad choice for a building material. Sure, slate roofs had up to 50 year life before replacement. That's a good record but slate steps were a bad choice :

The range of color to the bricks chosen for this building represent vision. The muted colors make the orange glaze pop:

Interesting that a building was erected during The Depression:
Lead paint fall out:
St Patrick's Church built in the 50s with some sleek polished granite columns beneath crazy capitals with bee hive, saw, shell, ornate leaves, and crosses.
The back of the school, the convent with a cross on the downspout, terra cotta spindles on what may have been the rectory, and the chimney:
An article I found online that references St Patrick's: http://www.eslarp.uiuc.edu/ibex/archive/nunes/esl%20history/esl_police.htm