Last Updated on December 14, 2009 by Roff Graves
It was this time of the year about 15 years ago when I decided what was to become one of the best periods of my life. I had just sold a small ranch and had a little money.
I had (and still have) a grandson whom I adored. He was 12 years old and I was 61. With his parents blessing and with my wife, Arleney’s blessing, Brandon and I started traveling.
We left Sacramento at midnight, flying to Atlanta. He had never tasted coffee. What a kick! He couldn’t understand it why people like it.
And he asked me if the stewardess
usually give back rubs. It so happened that he and I were in the back of the airplane and the stewardess gave me a back rub. He thought that was quite unusual and jokingly told me he was
going to tell grandma Arlene
After landing in Atlanta we rented a car and headed for the first flea market.I can’t remember the name of it. There I purchased two small face jugs by Marie Rogers. I probably paid too much as I had no idea of the actual value.
We attended another larger flea market then headed north to potters’ country. The first potter visited was Bobby Ferguson. Bobby, Mary, and I became friends instantly. At Ferguson pottery, Brandon was was introduced to pottery making by the great potter, Roger Corn (Roger was employed by Bobby Ferguson).
From there we went “over the hill” to the home of Michael Crocker. What fun. Michael insisted of taking us to eat. We enjoyed his companionship as well as wonderful Southern cooking! Michael gave us a Fire Fox book and told us about Chester Hewell.
Now Chester was something else. He roars like a lion and is as gently as a lamb. His gruffness scares the heck out of you until you get through that layer and meet this truly great potter. What a great family! Chester also gave us a book about Southern Potters, “Brothers In Clay”.
Then we went to Wilson’s pottery and met young Brian Wilson! —A sweet young man! He was such a young gentleman!
Brandon and I were 100 percent sold on the great potters, the marvelous Southern hospitality and the irrestible, fattening Southern cooking. We were hooked beyond belief!
—continued again soon.