Ugh!
Ugh!
That is
what I thought Indian chiefs said when I was growing up. Ugh! Now I’m not sure
whether they are Indians, Native Canadians, First Nation’s or what. My apologies for early and present ignorance.
I just
bought this pot today. A woman was selling it and thought it worth some big
bucks. It was made in 1953 by my Uncle Jimmie. It is important only to me as I
know it’s pedigree.
If you
wonder sometimes why Pastor Clennell gets his knickers in a knot when people
call themselves potters after 3 guild lessons and the establishment of an Etsy
account this pot may tell you the real truth and nothing but the truth.
This
earthenware clay was dug by hand in Milton, Ontario and brought to Pinecroft in
burlap bags. The clay was slaked down and mixed by an electric driven car
differential blunger to a thick slip. The slip was then drained through a
screen into what looked like row boats where is would be covered with canvas so
the pine needles didn’t get in. The clay would freeze over winter and in late
March or early April my Uncle Jimmie would lift off the ice and voila there was
throwable clay which of course had to be hand wedged.
They fired
this earthenware clay to Cone 2 to make it more vitreous. It was fired in an
Alpine updraft gas kiln. When the kiln was delivered they had no way of
unloading the heavy beast so my uncle and neighbours dug a hole to have the
truck back down into. After unloading the kiln a team of horses pulled the truck out of the
hole.
What is so lovely about this pot is signs of
reduction where the copper glaze turned red. This pot was slip cast and the
sprig I believe is something Uncle Jimmie brought with him after working at
Medicine Hat Potteries in Medicine Hat, Alberta which then became Medalta(
short for Medicine Hat, Alberta) .
My aunt and
uncle produced 12-15,000 pieces a year for 50 years so the secondary art market
value isn’t really high for their work. I got the pot for $20 which is still probably
20 times what they charged. I’m going to sleep with it under my pillow tonight.
Comments
I hope you have recorded this somewhere else for posterity.
It is so easy to lose our links to the past.