Archbishop of the neighborhood

Archbishop James Provence celebrating mass at St. Thomas Church.

Archbishop James Provence celebrating Christmas mass at St. Thomas Church.

By THOMAS REYNOLDS

That distinguished looking gentleman with the silver hair and the purple vestment you see walking around the neighborhood got still more distinguished last month: He was enthroned as the new archbishop of the Anglican Province of Christ the King, which includes most of the traditional Anglicans in the western United States.

Among those in the pews to witness his elevation was the gang from the bar at Florio on Fillmore Street. The Most Rev. James Eugene Provence often has dinner at the bar with the regulars.

“I’ve had some serious theological discussions there,” he says. “People will sit there and, after a couple of pops, they’ll ask a question.”

The archbishop has been in the neighborhood for nearly nine years as the parish priest of St. Thomas Anglican Church, which is housed at 2725 Sacramento Street in a perfectlly proportioned small chapel that would be at home in an Italian hill town. He came to St. Thomas after serving at several other California congregations, most recently at St. Stephens on Oakville Grade in Napa Valley, a rather more rustic setting than Pacific Heights.

“Here we’ve got flush toilets,” he chuckles. “There we had an outhouse.”

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The evolution of a songsmith

Jazzman Jesse Foster

By James DeKoven

The slow screech of a braking bus. Two voices in conversation. Police sirens and fire alarms and honking car horns. It’s noise to many, but singer-songwriter Jesse Foster finds these sounds of urban life inspiring.

“I discover ideas for harmony and melody in the sounds of everyday life,” he says.

Part of his everyday life is spent here in the neighborhood. You’ll often find him hanging out with the locals at Peet’s on Fillmore, tapping out a rhythm and shooting the breeze: politics, sociology — and music, of course. Pull up a chair and you might learn about his evolution as a musician, a 30-year journey of refining his craft and keeping the faith that has paid off with the release his first album and regular live performances in local clubs.
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Electric lights arrived at Christmas, 1896

“Fillmore Street Lights Its Lamps,” the Chronicle reported on December 24, 1896. “Crowds Throng the Walks,” the headlines announced. “Brilliant lights and colors abound — a dazzling spectacle with an accompaniment of music.”
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A family name fades away

For 67 years, Deovlet and Sons sold furniture at 1660 Pine Street.

LOCAL HISTORY | JOE BEYER

It won’t be long now before the fading neon sign proclaiming Deovlet and Sons Furniture on the shuttered storefront at 1660 Pine Street gives way to the wrecking ball and a pair of condominium towers begins to rise. But for 67 years, Deovlet and Sons — known as “the Friendly Furniture Folks” — served thousands of neighborhood residents from its one and only location between Van Ness Avenue and Franklin Street.
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Yoshi’s opens, a dream comes true

Photograph of opening night at Yoshi's by Mina Pahlevan

The night the neighborhood has been waiting for arrived November 27, 2007, when the first horns blew at Yoshi’s, the elegant new jazz club in the Fillmore Heritage Center at 1330 Fillmore Street. A grand opening celebration the next night featuring legendary drummer Roy Haynes and an all-star band officially opened the two-level 420-seat club — and brought back big-time jazz to the Fillmore.

From Jimbo’s to Yoshi’s: a musical journey through the years on Fillmore

A red-tailed hawk at Alta Plaza

Photographs of Patch by Walter Kitundu


FIRST PERSON | Walter Kitundu

For seven months I chronicled the life of Patch, a red-tailed hawk who lives in and around Alta Plaza Park, capturing her transition from immature bird to adult.
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A skirt with a past — and a future

What was once Ednah's became Louise's, then Barbara's, and now Melissa Barber's

What was once Ednah’s became Louise’s, then Barbara’s, and now Melissa’s.

FIRST PERSON | BARBARA KATE REPA

When retrieving the dry cleaning recently, I ran into an old friend: a brightly colored skirt, freshly cleaned and snaking down the automated trolley at Perfect Cleaners on Fillmore.

The unusual combination of colors, the nubby silk fabric and the jaunty scalloped waistband all were unmistakable. It had been my skirt before I donated it to the Victorian House Thrift Shop on Fillmore a few months earlier.

I had gotten the skirt years before from a friend, Louise Baldridge, who was in her late 80s when we met, but still spry and spirited and quick with a story — many of which involved one of her three former husbands.

“I always loved the rascals,” she said.

Louise was also a social hub, frequently throwing dinners for motley combinations of friends. In her later years, when shopping and chopping became too much, Louise would call to announce, “I’m having a dinner party for six this Friday — and it’s at your house. Don’t worry. I’ll bring a lemon meringue pie for dessert.”

Louise loved to spend afternoons picking her way through the Fillmore resale shops. The Victorian House was one of her favorites. She had an uncanny talent for walking directly to the best find in the place, then dickering for a reduced price.

And she loved to dress up. Until the final months of her life, which ended when she was 92, Louise primped and dressed every day with the classic care: manicured coif and nails, stockings and matching bag and shoes. She didn’t own a pair of pants. “Ladies don’t wear trousers,” she said.

In addition to tales of her skirt-chasing husbands, some of Louise’s other stories involved antics with her dear friend Ednah Root, an artist and heiress to the Simplicity Pattern fortune, who endowed the American Art Study Center at the de Young Museum.

“Ednah was a warm person — very lively and generous,” recalls Ann Karlstrom, director of publications and graphic design at the de Young. “She was a huge dog lover and had two or three. She even allowed them to hop up on the table and eat the hors d’oeuvres. And when she died in 1987, she paid for a caretaker to attend to them until they died, too.”

Karlstrom also remembers Root’s bearing and panache. “She was not tall, but she stood right up as if she were. She was blond until the very end. And she had a tinge of an accent of some type that made her seem somehow aristocratic,” says Karlstrom. “Most of all, she liked to dress in a flamboyant way, with an air of eccentricity.”

By bent or by birthright, Root amassed a huge wardrobe. At her death, she willed much of it to Louise, who went down to Ednah’s house in Palm Springs to retrieve it — although the furs had mysteriously gone missing. But Louise did bring back many items, including that full-length skirt made of raw silk in vibrant shades of pink and green.

I love dressing, too. So when Louise started slowing in her final years, she began to gift me with items of clothing — including many of the pieces she had inherited from Ednah Root. “Someone should be wearing this now,” she said one day, handing me the skirt. Louise recalled that Ednah bought the fabric on one of her many buying trips to China, then had the skirt designed and sewn in San Francisco.

In addition to possessing the Simplicity fortune, Ednah was said to be endowed in still other ways I am not. Her friends described her as “pigeon-breasted” and curvaceous. I swam in the skirt. So I took it to be altered by a family friend, a protege of designer James Galanos who had created fashions for the likes of Princess Grace and Joan Crawford decades ago, prompting him to change his name from Henry to Henri. Henri turned 93 this year and lived in Milwaukee, where he became the toast of a senior complex of mostly female residents. He sewed beautifully until the day he died in August. “I have to sew. I can’t just sit here,” he said only weeks before his death. “And I have tons of alteration work to do. The ladies here all complain they’re getting shorter.”

Henri shortened and narrowed the skirt that had come from Ednah to Louise to me, and he added his own distinctive twist: a fitted waistband with a scalloped top and fabric-covered button closing.

I wore it several years ago to a dinner Louise hosted ­— this one not at our house but at the Ritz — and she fished into her alligator purse and retrieved a picture of Ednah Root. “Ednah would be happy to see you wearing that skirt,” she said, kissing the little gold frame that held the picture and putting it on the table so Ednah could be with us as we ate.

After Louise died, there were far fewer fancy feasts to attend, so I decided I should pass along the skirt to someone who would honor it with the wearings it deserved. I donated it last year to the Victorian House on Fillmore Street. It was the kind of find Louise would have loved.

Along came Melissa Barber, a neighborhood resident and an aficionado of vintage clothing, who spied the skirt while on one of her forages through Fillmore’s resale shops.

“All of my special pieces are vintage,” Barber says. “I love the idea of clothing that has a history, that is truly recycled — and I hate seeing 10 of the same thing hanging on a rack in the store, all overpriced. Vintage is special.”

“I fell in love with that skirt the minute I saw it. It is so unique. The fabric is beautiful and I was taken with the scallops on the waistband,” Barber said. “It cost $50 — kind of pricey for a thrift shop find. But you know what? It was worth it.”

She first wore it to a dinner party in Tiburon, with a simple tucked white blouse and metallic flats. “It was a beautiful dinner — many courses — and by the end of the night the waistband was so tight it was killing me,” recalls Barber, who is tall and thin.

“I’m a comfort person — well, fashion first, but comfort, too,” she says. “I took the skirt to Perfect Cleaners and said to Wai Chan, the proprietor, ‘You have to save this skirt. No matter what.’ “

Chan did some skillful maneuvering, shortening the skirt and using fabric trimmed from the hem to fashion a placket to ease the waist a bit.

“I’m going to wear this skirt for a long time,” says Barber. “But when I do give it up, I’ll make sure it goes to another good home — and that the new owner knows its history.”

Protest at Pelosi’s

Dawn does not often break over House Speaker Nancy Pelosi’s home on Broadway without anti-war protesters outside. Last month Pelosi denounced some of them as “nuts” and told them, “Get away from my house.” She and her staff have refused to meet with the protesters. Some nearby residents have complained about the disruption, but the protesters say most people are supportive.

Nearby, on the Lyon Street steps, anti-war protesters also camped outside Senator Dianne Feinstein’s new home. Feinstein held a meeting at the encampment of tents pitched on her front terrace on August 21. After the meeting, the group agreed to end their protest outside her home.

Ski jump won’t return to Fillmore

The Fillmore ski jump in September 2005.

In 2005 it snowed in the neighborhood on the hottest day of the year — and 15,000 people showed up to watch world-class skiers jump down the Fillmore hill.

The ski jump is back, but this year it won’t be on Fillmore. Organizers have announced that the event will move to AT&T Park, where a 100-foot ski and snowboard jump will descend from the scoreboard and be covered by 200 tons of snow.

Last year’s event — a kind of extreme 30th birthday party for local Olympic ski champ Jonny Moseley — was strenuously opposed by many neighbors, some of whom cited concerns over security and insurance coverage. But Mayor Gavin Newsom avidly supported the event, calling it “another chapter in San Francisco’s long history of oddity,” and eventually the opposition was overcome.

The Fillmore jump “was a novel event and it’s not going to look like that exactly again,” Moseley said. “It will be a different flavor, but the same excitement.”

Connie McCole, one of the opponents of last year’s event, said, “We maintained throughout the controversy last year that the ski jump could be a great event if held in an appropriate place. They have found the perfect location, and we wish them a successful event.”

A chocoholic among us

Bittersweet on Fillmore

By Gary Carr

Seneca Klassen is a chocolate nut. His shop, Bittersweet, the chocolate cafe at 2123 Fillmore Street, is the culmination of a lifelong passion for chocolate.

“I’m a home chocolate-maker from way back,” Klassen says. For years, he’s collected recipes for chocolate drinks and confections, concocting goodies in his kitchen capable of driving a chocoholic to ecstasy. “I have friends in the cacao-growing world who would ship me the raw materials,” he says. “I’d turn them into chocolate and send them back, just to show them what could be done with their beans.”
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