Pacific Northwest design representing a Potlatch |
The inner Southeast neighborhoods are all about living authentically with less. Some folks make an art of it. When my son and I moved here, we grabbed a disco-era oak shelf sitting out by the road, and it was our first piece of furniture before we were able to U-haul the rest of it to Portland.
A structure outside the hostel on Hawthorne like those used for give-aways |
Settling in, we noticed several cob-style, rounded, covered structures in and around the Hawthorne area, where people leave behind their unwanted gear. The Portland give-away tradition, it is, an unconscious carry over from the native Potlatch, a tradition imprinted on the whole region surviving in its own, modern, transformed way.
Here's what we've found (and taken home!) from our local Potlatch Station:
- a glass jar of apricots canned in the summer, handwritten on romantically in French
- a hardcover book about the river Ganges
- a shockingly hip olive green dress with a maroon velvet ribbon
- a nearly new snowboard. You heard me: a snowboard. Right about the time the boy had been wishing to find a way to go try it out with no particular means to do so. That's called magic.
- a child's tatty antique sticker scrapbook about Hawaii
- a sheer, hot pink curtain
- a hemp messenger bag
- a small ivory and black painted wood dresser (wait until you see how I transformed it)
- a stainless steel Dualit toaster (Those things cost a fortune, just ask Williams Sonoma.)
- a whole pound of rich ground coffee, just as I was about to run out
- a guidebook for travelers to Japan--the girl will be visiting there next year!
- a sewing table from the 1920s
- 38 new, flocked clothes hangers--when it was what we most needed
- 2 enormous potatoes
And, we have left plenty behind, as well: flannel shirts and balls of yarn, magazines, and skinny jeans. Nothing quite so costly as a snowboard, though.
The Potlatch Station is one of the pleasures of living in our inner Southeast Portland neighborhood.