208-210 NW Couch St, c1933

This photo is identified as “Alex Klonoff 2nd Hand Goods, 208-210 NW Couch St.” Mr. Klonoff seems to have run a well-stocked logger supply store from what is now the Couch Street entrance to the Spyce Gentlemen’s Club. The stairway on the left may have led to an upstairs hotel but is now the long-gone but artistically gated Couch St. Gallery.

A2008-001.58  Exterior view of Alex Klonoff 2nd Hand Goods  208-210 NW Couch St 1931(City of Portland Archives)

8 thoughts on “208-210 NW Couch St, c1933

  1. Mike Slama and I were lamenting on the loss of a couple of fine establishments (and one not so fine one) one yesterday’s Yamhill post. For today’s post I’d like to add Jazz de Opus and Opus Too located in this building to the list of great but lost venues.

    Here is how it looks today, http://goo.gl/maps/qE7wg.

  2. Interested readers can find out quite a bit about Alex Klonoff in the Oregonian archives. His 2d-hand shop seems to have moved further north on 2d Ave by mid-1930s. He invested in a lot of other property in downtown and near eastside PDX from 30’s thru 50’s. He and wife had a large family. He died in 1970.

  3. I went to Couch School which I understand doesn’t exist anymore….thanks for your nostalgic updates

  4. Good points Jim! Also La Patisserie upstairs!!! Loved walking up the staircase to drink coffee and have deep conversations back in high school there 🙂

  5. Here is a quaint view I found of the waterfront just south of Burnside bridge where the Ankeny Pump Station stands today, next to the Saturday Market. Early use of urban waterfront.

    Mike Gilliland

  6. Yea, here at Jazz De Opus was here I got to sit with jazz trumpeter Dizzy Gillespie once between sets. I left there one pretty impressed 20++ year old.

  7. My fondest memory of my grandfather Alick Klonoff was when I was a junior and senior at Grant High School and he swore me to secrecy as to a favor to do for him. At age 68, and after being in the US for 63 years, he wanted to learn how to read and write, but didn’t want his wife or daughter to know out of fear that they would laugh at him. As a Russian (Latvian) immigrant child he has virtually no access to an education and everything he learned as to running a business and driving a car and other skills we take for granted were self-taught with virtually no literacy on his part.

    Four days a week for two years I frequently spent an hour with him after school tutoring him on things that I taken for granted as to my ability to read and write. The joy of sharing this is that decades later almost all of his grandchildren have professional or advanced degrees as a reflection of his respect towards education and despite his limited access to it.

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