The street name theme in my neighborhood is famous sites of Europe with a bit of Greek mythology thrown in for good measure. Besides Rialto St., there's Blenheim Avenue, Stonehenge Avenue, Meridian Avenue, Druid Avenue and Castalia St. Meridian only barely qualifies as a site and Druid doesn't qualify at all, so the whole neighborhood has the slightly pathetic quality of a wrong answer on an SAT analogies question.
I read somewhere that John Keats didn't want to live on a street with a name he didn't like and one of my theories is that the name of the street you live on can shape your life in subtle ways. When we were shopping for our first house, it was definitely something I considered. When we put an offer on a house on Market St., I was pleased with its solid, unpretentious name. Our offer hadn't even been accepted and I was imagining myself addressing future envelopes. The Market St. house fell through, and our realtor was pressuring us to buy a house on Azalea Dr. I wasn't so sure I wanted to live on an Azalea Dr. Luckily, we found a house we liked in the agreeably quirky Rialto/Stonehenge/Druid nexus.
Other streets I've lived on:
- Pilgrim Road--where I was born. Aptly named street of prim little cape cod houses.
- Clara Road--suburban Boston. A neighborhood straight out of The Brady Bunch.
- University Court--Tiny dead-end street of elderly steep-gabled brick houses, so close to the University of Buffalo we could hear the panty raids. The entrance was marked with a dingy white sign that said "BLIND STREET" which confused everybody.
- Seabrook Drive-- in the oh-so retro "Dana Heights" subdivision in Williamsville, NY. (We were the lone drive. The other streets were all "Terraces" and named for woods: Sagewood Terrace, Fruitwood, Teakwood, Sprucewood, etc.)
- Richmond Ave.--my first and second apartments. A long avenue of grand old Victorian houses on the west side of Buffalo.
- Kenmore Ave.--our first apartment after getting married, on a bleak non-residential street, upstairs from an ob/gyn practice. (Terrible water pressure from women flushing the toilets downstairs all day.)
- Elm St. --Kalamazoo, Michigan when the Nightmare on Elm St. movies were popular. A sweet little gentrifying street of Victorian houses.
- Claremont Ave--back to the west side of Buffalo. A lovely street Victorian-era street behind the aforementioned Richmond Ave.
- Locust Ave (Charlottesville)-- We rented a big, square red brick house here until we bought a house of our own.
|Our house on Elm St|
What do you think? Do you like or hate your street name, or are you indifferent? Would your desire to buy (or reject) a house be influenced by the name of the street it is on? Do you roll your eyes at ludicrous subdivision names? What's the silliest/most pretentious street or neighborhood name you've encountered?