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Baymule

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I’m meeting a lady at son’s house this afternoon. I hope she buys a bunch of this stuff that I have nowhere to put.

While going through boxes, I found something I’ve been missing for quite awhile. I exclaimed, “I FOUND YOU!!”

It was BJ, but not.

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In 2002, on one of out trips home to Alabama to see BJs mother, I picked up a brochure that featured a 7th generation potter who ground the clay with a mule and mill stones and used a wood fired kiln. So we went to go see. Very nice couple, we poked around in their shop and I spied a face jug. He explained that in the 1800’s when a lot of people couldn’t read or write, things were stored in jugs. Some was good, some wasn’t so the faces either had a smiling face (good) or an ugly face (bad). Well of course I wanted one. We watched him turn a lump of clay into a jug. He asked, “What do you want it to look like?” I pointed at BJ and said, “Him!” And so he did.

Of course he had to let the jug dry, paint it and fire it. We paid for it and left. A couple of months later, it arrived. We got a kick out of it. It’s been packed up since our moving to Lindale, and me moving here. 10 years. I found it yesterday. ❤️
 

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I’m meeting a lady at son’s house this afternoon. I hope she buys a bunch of this stuff that I have nowhere to put.

While going through boxes, I found something I’ve been missing for quite awhile. I exclaimed, “I FOUND YOU!!”

It was BJ, but not.

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In 2002, on one of out trips home to Alabama to see BJs mother, I picked up a brochure that featured a 7th generation potter who ground the clay with a mule and mill stones and used a wood fired kiln. So we went to go see. Very nice couple, we poked around in their shop and I spied a face jug. He explained that in the 1800’s when a lot of people couldn’t read or write, things were stored in jugs. Some was good, some wasn’t so the faces either had a smiling face (good) or an ugly face (bad). Well of course I wanted one. We watched him turn a lump of clay into a jug. He asked, “What do you want it to look like?” I pointed at BJ and said, “Him!” And so he did.

Of course he had to let the jug dry, paint it and fire it. We paid for it and left. A couple of months later, it arrived. We got a kick out of it. It’s been packed up since our moving to Lindale, and me moving here. 10 years. I found it yesterday. ❤️
Love it, thank you for sharing.
 

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