PETTYJOHN

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                    [Title] => Dust masks and white ice cream
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Not unlike other Filipino-Americans who journey to the Philippines to learn more about their roots, Hanna Pettyjohn undertook such a passage in reverse.
                    [DatePublished] => 2009-05-11 00:00:00
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                    [AuthorID] => 1236857
                    [AuthorName] => Clarissa Chikiamco
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                    [Title] => Jon Pettyjohn: Kin and kiln
                    [Summary] => The lanky Jon Pettyjohn sits up after crouching at the side opening of the kiln.  He takes one medium-sized, olive-shaped jar, shakes his head and sighs.  "Anagama is teasing us," he assays, "as it teaches us." Pettyjohn is referring to a special kiln that was built in his studio nearly a year ago. Having named it "Musang Gama" after the family of wild civets that live nearby the kiln site at the foothills of Mt.
                    [DatePublished] => 2002-03-16 00:00:00
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                    [AuthorName] => Ana P. Labrador
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Dust masks and white ice cream

By Clarissa Chikiamco | May 11, 2009 - 12:00am

Not unlike other Filipino-Americans who journey to the Philippines to learn more about their roots, Hanna Pettyjohn undertook such a passage in reverse.

Arts and Culture

Jon Pettyjohn: Kin and kiln

By Ana P. Labrador | March 16, 2002 - 12:00am

The lanky Jon Pettyjohn sits up after crouching at the side opening of the kiln. He takes one medium-sized, olive-shaped jar, shakes his head and sighs. "Anagama is teasing us," he assays, "as it...

Modern Living