When I moved to Minnesota I landed in St. Paul. I lived in a tiny but adorable apartment a couple of blocks off grand avenue. I didn’t have a job, and I wanted to conserve my savings, so I spent my days wandering my new neighborhood. I walked up down and around the streets of my city looking for whatever I could find.
I discovered a gentle kind of bustle that I hadn’t had in the Chicago area suburb where I had lived before. There were always people out during the day. Walking, exploring. Just like me. Yes, St. Paul goes to bed early. But the days were magical.
Later I found a similar vibe in the Highland Park neighborhood when I moved there, though by that time I had a job and found my days were too busy to explore quite as much as I had initially. Still, I grabbed every bit of discovery I could find. I walked to the bookstore when I could. I found my favorite Chinese buffet that has yet to be topped all these years later. The whole time is a fond memory for me.
But perhaps my favorite St. Paul memory are the stairs. I discovered the stairs when I moved back to the grand Avenue area but this time I was closer to downtown. It wasn’t the hip part of the street, but I lived with my then-partner in the first floor of an old Victorian home turned into a duplex. It had three fireplaces and vintage wallpaper, and we entertained often. Why not, we thought. It was spacious and charming, so we filled it with friends as often as we could.
Just down the street from us was a set of stairs going from grand avenue up to a park I can’t remember the name of all these years later. It became a destination. For my partner and I. For our friends when we needed a change of scenery. But more than just that. It became a reset button. Whenever we were feeling like we needed to move or shift or just reset, one of us would say, “want to do the stairs?” And we would go climb the stairs. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Sometimes it was about getting to the top just to feel your heart beating and other times it was about the view. Taking it all in and discovering something new.
Thanks to the Public Staircases of Saint Paul booklet I purchased from the Twin City Sidewalks store, I now know that my old stairs are the Lawton Avenue Steps, built around 1911. I had no idea there were so many other public staircases around the city. I just may have to do some more exploring.