When Mark and I first moved here and were raising two young kids Mark thought it would be best if these pots went to live with my parents in Virginia just to keep them safe.
Then one day, after we had become potters, my parents came to see us and brought them back to the farm. My mother thought that we should have them back. They have been displayed on the mantel ever since.
No matter what new and different pots we add and subtract from the mantel these are always there. They feel like home to me.
They make me think of my grandmother and grandfather and spending the summers with my sisters and brothers on the farm. My Grandmother was not from here but she fully embraced the local pottery that was made here.
She enjoyed her time in and out of the pottery shops and was a close friend with both Nell Cole and her husband Phil. My grandmother would be my introduction to Walter and Dorothy Auman at Seagrove Pottery.
A few years back my mother also handed over this footed bowl that might have been made for a cake stand even if it is not that flat. I am not sure how a cake would fit on it since it is more bowl shaped.
I have always thought that this footed bowl would look great in a dinning room that had some clean modern lines with white walls and bright light streaming through the windows. Does this happen to you? Do you see pots and think that you know where they should live?
The rumor that surrounded this glaze was that there was gold dust in the glaze.
Really?, Gold dust.... Well it did sound good.
I have added a link to an article that my brother Jay wrote before he died. If you have a minute you might enjoy reading it.