One of the classes in University I took as part of my Art Curricula was Pottery -Ceramics. it was a serious class. The Instructor , besides teaching ceramic techniques in working with clay, All types of clay. But included in the class, a sort of necessary science of mixing and creating various glazes. We, the students I mean, all made several types of objects of clay. I made three 'pinch pots'. Everyone who starts out does this. We were then able to go and make some things that were more complicated. I made a three sided vase and a tri sided fairy light for my Mom. All I have left are the three small 'pots'. I cherish them because, that semester, my Mom drove the nine hours by herself to come and to be with me for awhile. The girlfriend I had grown up with, and I and another young woman at this time were renting a three bedroom house. Really nice. Two baths. So plenty of room. My room had twin beds.
I was Mom's only friend and my Kid brother was being a real brat. And fighting constantly with Mom and Dad. I was glad Mom had somewhere she could go.
She came during the week and I had classes to attend. I did not want her to have to stay by herself. So, I called the college and told them about it and asked them if I could have her come to my classes with me. They said certainly. Just inform the instructor as I went in. The teacher was surprised to see someone who was so close to her Mother. One of the classes was my Ceramics Class. Mom got to see me working. I made two pieces later for Mom. One was a fairy light. The other was a vase. Those were later destroyed an 1 year old nephew. In another art class, I introduced her to my favorite instructor, Anna Ballarian. Mom really enjoyed going with me. It was very nice that Mom got to see me attending college. She felt really a part of it. As though she was attending school along with me.
I was Mom's only friend and my Kid brother was being a real brat. And fighting constantly with Mom and Dad. I was glad Mom had somewhere she could go.
She came during the week and I had classes to attend. I did not want her to have to stay by herself. So, I called the college and told them about it and asked them if I could have her come to my classes with me. They said certainly. Just inform the instructor as I went in. The teacher was surprised to see someone who was so close to her Mother. One of the classes was my Ceramics Class. Mom got to see me working. I made two pieces later for Mom. One was a fairy light. The other was a vase. Those were later destroyed an 1 year old nephew. In another art class, I introduced her to my favorite instructor, Anna Ballarian. Mom really enjoyed going with me. It was very nice that Mom got to see me attending college. She felt really a part of it. As though she was attending school along with me.
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So, I keep the silly looking pots as a loving memoir of that time.
So, I keep the silly looking pots as a loving memoir of that time.
