Pottery town, or Pottery village is named after a memorable Mr. Pott and not after pots. I all made it up. Of course you can buy all kind of pots here. There is one absolutely adorable polka dot pitcher in the shopping window. You can also take pottery classes...
"Manicka, I am sorry, I am not going to shoot for you any clay heart in the pottery range, but if you like you can have mine".
There is a stand dedicated to licking of pots; pots from sauces, honey, large bowls from bread, cake dough, and others doughs; scraping the bowls from Christmas cookies and pots used by bad cooks. People with the skills can make their own bowl, or a custom made chamber pot.
Potters were also bringing unsuccessful pottery and those pieces were dedicated for shooting range. "Learn to aim with your own rock into pots instead of people." Admission fee was little bit higher, but it was compensated by satisfaction of the customer, when he hit an askew pitcher.
Because March is still cold, there was a long, low, heated building. At the entrance the potter apprentices were chopping the clay. There was a huge shallow bath for those with restless feet. "Kneed your own clay." People were looking, with great satisfaction, at the clay pressing and oozing between their toes. Especially city people enjoyed this creative pass time.
The pool full of clay was for folk and disco dancers. Especially solid clay attracts clog dancers.
For children there were pools, where they could build mountains, castles, trenches, dams and mud pies. On the display is a model of Mariana trench built by KJN.
They are warm showers in the building and dressing rooms. Parents do not forget to bring sets of clean clothes for their children, because these activities are unusually messy. After a day in play with clay, children fall asleep in the moment, when they touch car seats.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, January 2011
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