Street names

I live on Ashland Street, bordered by Pleasant and Elm. Pretty names, names of trees, or neighboring towns, Shrewsbury Street, and names of families who owned farms years past, Bullard Street. Some are positive descriptions: Sunny Lane, Morningside Drive. Famous People, Martin Luther King Blvd. Pretty, so pretty. And then there is the name of streets in Hungary.
When my father died, my mother moved back to Hungary to be closer to her brother and friends from College. She found a wonderful little flat on a section of Buda called Rose Hill. Pretty name. Street name: Vérhalòm Utca. Let me breakdown the name for you. Loosely translated it means 'Street of my bloody death', which if you know my dear mom, it's not terribly surprising that she would find a home for her golden years on the 'street of my bloody death'. She is not the most cheery woman and she does carry a lot of baggage from her youth in wartorn Hungary. Still, I had to ask.
'Anyu, Vérhalòm utca?!! '
'Vell,' she sighs,'It's named after a big battle against the Turks....'
'And in one thousand years they couldn't come up with a new more cheerful name??
'Vhy does the name have to be cheerful?' (Yes, Anyu pronounces her W's as V's)
She is right. It would be much easier if street descriptions were more realistic, then instead of Ashland street, where I live would be called 'Crack House Corner,' and maybe people may not need a Nav system to get to my home. Practical, not pretty, but practical.
Vérhalòm u., despite its name is a pretty street. Here on the east in the U.S. there are plenty of ugly, if at least practical streets with pretty names. I love ugly streets. They are real and they are a catharsis for the living, breathing anger that is all around us.