Deluxe grotto Mary, Spring Hill
With apologies to James Rado and Jerome Ragni:
Don’t ask me why, I’m just a Mary guy
I’m Mary noon and night, Mary, she’s a sight
I’m Mary high and low, don’t ask me why, don’t know
Not really expecting Mary to fly in the breeze, get caught in the trees, or provide a hive for the buzzing bees, we’ll end this frivolity right now–there’s big Mary business on the docket!
The Run
More Marys! In super-deluxe retaining wall grottos, bedecked in spinners and lights, obscured by Halloween decorations, enveloped in the deep-fry aromas of Big Jim’s, and standing alone in shame like a misbehaving student at recess.
The Orbit was not at all sated the by The Front Yard Marys of Bloomfield. No, that June, 2016 scene report just whet an appetite that inspired us to climb mountains, ford streams, and canvas for Hillary Clinton to slake this curio-religious thirst. Drink up.
Homestead
Stanton Heights
Morningside
Oakland
Big Jim’s Marys, The Run
Lawrenceville
Mary of the Wood, South Side Slopes
Halloween Mary, Spring Hill
Allentown
Trio of Marys, Stanton Heights
Back yard Mary, Lawrenceville
Pittsburgh Orbit 
Love the Marys — when I lived in Swissvale, there was a house that covered their Mary in plastic sheeting over the winter and tied two ropes around her neck, securing her to the ground. Slightly disturbing, actually. That was on Shoyer Avenue, between Edgewood Town Centre and Dixon Elementary, if you are interested in checking it out!
The Marys are something that I never saw growing up on the West Coast — also plastic flowers “planted” in gardens.
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Heidi: Thanks! I’ll have to check out the Shoyer Ave. Mary when she’s been Winterized. There’s got to be a “Twin Peaks” joke in there with the “wrapped in plastic” reference, but I don’t my scripture well enough to come up with anything clever that rhymes with “she’s dead”.
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Nice! I think Big Jim’s is probably a St. Therese of Lisieux. Maybe Jim is a parishioner at the Munhall church.
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