attending the Saturday morning art classes that were held here and brought together students from schools all over the Pittsburgh area. Sometimes we went to the galleries to sketch, and other times we went outdoors. The teacher for my first three years was Mr. Fitzpatrick, who also taught my father back when he took Saturday morning art classes. I wonder whether these classes are still offered today.

I also remember going to art shows at the museum with my father, and puzzling over Andy Warhol’s paintings of soup cans. Andy Warhol was also an alumnus of the Saturday morning art classes, and a student of Mr. Fitzpatrick, and grew up in a small house in Oakland right down the street from the museum.