The pottery filled town square and flooded adjacent streets. The cars parked in suburbs and outside of town. People could get to town on foot. To the suburbs was possible to take a bus, or one horse trolley. The handcarts become handy. When somebody purchased more then he could carry, he asked for the handcart, the seller loaded it, and the buyer brought it to his car and left the handcart there. Skillful boy on rolling skates, or a skateboard delivered the handcart back.
In adjoining streets was a market with industrious day products, like clay buckets, throws, butter churns, barrels, canisters, containers, kettles and vats, heavy Mexican ovens, gutters, pipes, chutes, grooves, channels and washtubs.
One day an Italian merchant with ceramic tiles showed up, he enjoyed pizza, and began with his business. He brought one hundred tile samples: the tiles for the bathroom, kitchen and the walls, and the tiles for the floors. Of course, the potters who where at the pottery fair since the beginning didn't stay behind and they began to produce decorative tiles. "Buy a tile for each occasion." "Give a poem written on the tile for a Birthday, a name day, and anniversary. "You can hang them on the wall." And the one potter started to make bird tiles: "Do bird watching with the tiles of Mr. Downing." "You can have a nice owl collection with our tiles."
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, January 2011
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