My town

I live and make pots in the small town of Alymer in southwestern Ontario. It would not be considered the cultural capital of our nation.  It doesn’t have a chi chi coffee shop, a book store or a decent wine bistro.  Most people drive pick ups and the men and many women wear ball caps and camoflauge pants and shirts. People say hello to you on the streets- even the teenagers .

Just this past week I arrived home

with my Geil and a pug mill weighing 430 lbs. First problem was to move the dang kiln with a pallet jack. I went to see a farmer friend of many years. He had a pallet jack and we threw it in the back of his pick up. One problem solved. I said””Glenn I don’t want to burden ya with my problems but I have this 430 lb monster I need to get down to my basement. His answer” I’ll git the boys and we’ll git ‘er done!. Tonight they arrived and in 10 minutes with a lot of muscle we had ‘er done.

I love this town! These people are the salt of the earth.  They are hard working and decent people. I tried the city life for 2 years and it just wasn’t me. Lots of things about city life I loved- the chi- chi coffee shops, the book stores and the great dining. I’d rather live here in My Town and remain the talk of the town with my yellow glasses, my pink t-shirts, a young man staying at my house all summer (Andrew), 5 or 6 women coming over and staying here for a firing (my mentorship group) and all this crazy activity that seems to be going on in the basement. Is it pot???? Yep, it is!