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Near the end of the 1950’s I visited the ex-Black mtn. community at Haverstraw/Stony Point, N.Y where MC lived and shared a pottery studio with Karen Karnes. It was their annual spring pictnic and MC asked me if I would care to house sit for her, eat from her garden, tend the house animal (dog? cat?) and make pots if I so cared and indeed I did + would. I remember there was a much corrected carbon copy of “Centering - in pottery, poetry and the person” in the waste paper basket.. a “way to go!” like they say. So I made some pots and then Karen needed a house sitter + I got to use her pot shop + so by then I was thoroughly rebitten by the pottingbug. Since I was living in N.Y.C MC suggested that I go to Greenwich House, take a class with Marge Isreal. Great! After which
2) I needed a wheel at least so my step father bought me one, big old clumber kick-wheel but wonderful + put it in my kitchen. There was a gal two or three blocks away from me on 7th street who had a small electric kiln + I tried to carry a ware board with my pots over to her not a very satisfactory balancing act or outcome - I wanted a gas fired kiln so I decided to move to Croton-on-Hudson, work part time for CORE and (MC stepped in again) work at the Clay Art Center in Portchester, N.Y. a communal studio - I think a small monthly rental, house glazes and clay and your firing costs figured on final pieces. MC joked “steal secrets”. 

In 1964 I got married and moved to Santa Fe, N.M and hauling wheel and clay with me. well guess what? MC had lived their too when most roads

3) were dirt. She had driven a taxi for the “I Armers”. 

She knew where I could get supplies in Colorado and connect with Paul Soldner, “a big cheese potter” (my apprentice asked “Gouda or badda?”

We kept in touch and she came to visit, so wonderful and of course saw her in ‘95 at the college campus. 

I would miss her terribly if I didn’t feel she was still so much with us, with me. Thank you MC.

Cynthia