And there were potters with the baking forms; small fish and the big fish for whole family, Easter lamb and an Easter bunny; simple or marble, or sponge cake forms, simple, or with the stripes to the right, or to the left. "The cake forms we make single, or for more layers. If you have big oven, purchase more cake forms, or pans."
Favorite were pans and small pans for one with one, or two handles, handy for pulling the hot pan out of the oven. The pans were made for one, two, family size, lasagna, turkey, and even one for a piglet.
Next to the stand with the pans were clay money banks in the shape of a pig, frog, or a chicken. It was possible to buy a small, low income piggy bank, or for who saved sparingly, or the big piggy banks for who who could save lavishly. "Our sow will save you a fortune."
Almost each stand sells a colorful clay marbles for the girls and boys. "For one dollar you can have one hundred, and if you pay more, it will be a full bag."
Buyers could get mugs with chubby cheeks, or potbellied; cookie containers with the lids. "In our cookie jar your cookies will not spoil. Just do not put them out of reach of children." "Place our mugs on your shelves. They will look good in your cupboards and in your china cabinet, too." "Nothing will please more your heart like our clay pots."
Clay spice-boxes were crossing the borders. "He marry well with our spices." "Spices in our glazed spice-boxes with tight lids will stay fresh for many years." "With our spice-boxes each plane is flying to all countries." "Our spice-boxes are in the window of my publisher."
"Buy our clay dolls from St. Clair. They are smiling even when they fall on the floor." "Our clay vases look good on the wall or table. Only fool will not buy them." "With our clay you will learn fast to speak Spanish. The clay is imported from Mexico."
Clay toys sold well. They broke fast and have had to be replaced. Everybody new that the children were coming from pottery fair by the whistles of a little, painted clay birds filled with water.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, January 2011
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