Pottery town

Written for 200. anniversary of town Pottery town, or ceramic village, is well known for its production of pots of all shapes, sizes, colors, and thicknesses. Besides pots, there is an abundance of bowls, plates, saucers, mugs, lids and small lids, tureens, jugs and pitchers - decorated or plain; coffee cups and mugs, potties and chamber pots, toys, flower pots and figures of all kind. When there is a pottery fair, usually first Thursday after February 29, be very careful, where you step, because the pots are everywhere. The sidewalks are full, they cover shopping windows, advertisements, and spread out into parking lots. Do not wave your arms, because when you knock down only one cup you will hear a flood of strong words from a salesman, and usually, a potter in one. "Watch your step, you clumsy clod," and "What do you think who will pick up all broken pieces?" Humiliated buyer picks up broken pieces, the salesman wraps them into pink, or other color tissue paper, or just an old newspaper. He makes a little package, ties it with a string and makes nice bow - and he sells them for an original, full price. So "clumsy clod" takes home broken pieces of a vase, he buys glue, and in the evenings he glues pieces together, altogether with fingers and the clothes he wears on. "Buy a dozen of our cups, so you will have enough to break in your marriage." There is no pottery clay around the town, so the potters bring it from Great Canyon. This is why there is such a gigantic hole in the ground. But the citizens of the State of Arizona declared that's enough is enough, they don't want any deeper hole in their back yard, because another day a tourist fell into it, together with a donkey, and the donkey broke all four its legs. The tourist lost his camera, and the Great Canyon have had to pay for it. The donkey went to hungarian salami. Now potters are looking for new deposits of clay. There suppose to be plenty of pottery clay in New Mexico and Texas. Popular are beer mugs, buttermilk jugs, and water pitchers. Merchandise is high quality, glazed, or varnished, with the picture of contemplating miner sitting on the coal boulder. Pottery town girls are hitching up their miniskirts and roll up tight jeans, when is pottery fair, so they will not brush against the mountains of pottery dishes. Purses and handbags are usually left home, so they couldn't graze, by sheer accident, the merchandise. Parking lots are packed with cars, pick up trucks and trucks of buyers, which are coming from the distance. "Pots for sale, heigh-ho, pots for sale." "Manicka, buy a cuppa, or I, at least shoot for you a clay hearta." "Mister, in this pitcher your beer will not get warm, and, how I look at your belly, will not get flat, either." "Flowers in our pitcher will decorate your table and will look fresh for long time," loudly declare salespersons. Really, there is a great fun to be at pottery fair, just to walk, observe and listen. Do not miss it for anything and bring home at least a cup, or a little bowl for your cat or a dog." Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, January 2011