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I jumped off I think it may have been either Washington or Jackson, and walked down the hill to a Chinese restaurant in China Town for dinner. Then I either went back up the hill to the Cable Car line, or walked north on Grant Avenue, across Broadway and along Columbus to Chestnut for evening classes. I did that most week-days for about four or five months, until Wherebe and Whobe who had the pottery shop abandoned the city.
Now recalling this period, it is not what I thought. Apparently I did a lot more than I was remembering. Was thinking I only learned pottery. But now delving into the period I recall that Wherebe assigned me to build a work and wedging tables, and also shelves to hold pots in various stages of development.
Wherebe and Whobe lived upstairs of the pottery shop, which she ran where I took lessons mostly in the form of help from her and others who used the shop. Wherebe ran the big-picture, at that time a photography studio and a wood shop with plans for a lot more. The wood shop was a little store front up and over the hill on Winfield going west, down to Virginia Street, turn right and down a half-block perhaps between Winfield and Prospect Avenue. It was the size of a two car garage, although it had never been used for that, probably a tiny grocery store of which there were many scattered all over these communities, mostly on corners, but sometimes mid-block, usually elderly people supporting themselves who lived in the back or upstairs. Now they were all being put out of business by the Safeway supermarket chain at Mission and Thirtieth Streets where once was the community movie theater.
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