Love this story! I agree with you about the value of sculpting clay vs just painting it! I remember the feel of the cool, wet clay on a pottery wheel at a county fair up north.
Shell, you sculpted this story well. I do recall gathering the ball or clump of clay and making it into something that my parents feigned was a Venus de Milo piece. I loved getting my hands wet and soiled with the wet clay (the only time I enjoyed being "dirty," because I am a clean freak. I agree with you that your granddaughter missed out on the experience that you wanted for her. I audibly sighed when I read that all you had to do was dust it off and paint it. There are places you can visit in our town of Plymouth that will allow your granddaughter the experience.
I remember digging the red clay in our backyard. I made the ashtray even though no one in our house smoked. I used it for jewelry and trinkets. We just moved and I’m not sure if I got rid of it or if it’s still in an unpacked box somewhere?
I do remember a time traveling up a stream with many kids and digging into a clay bank in the stream. We covered are whole bodies with the whitish clay and traveled back to the beach and surprised all the beach people looking like aborigines from Australia with mud in our hairs and all over our body. It was a great time.
"When you look at it, think of a king. One I may have tried to represent a long time ago. One who had ahold of me.
One who brought me out of the miry clay and set my feet on solid rock."
Perfect!
Love this story! I agree with you about the value of sculpting clay vs just painting it! I remember the feel of the cool, wet clay on a pottery wheel at a county fair up north.
Shell, you sculpted this story well. I do recall gathering the ball or clump of clay and making it into something that my parents feigned was a Venus de Milo piece. I loved getting my hands wet and soiled with the wet clay (the only time I enjoyed being "dirty," because I am a clean freak. I agree with you that your granddaughter missed out on the experience that you wanted for her. I audibly sighed when I read that all you had to do was dust it off and paint it. There are places you can visit in our town of Plymouth that will allow your granddaughter the experience.
I remember digging the red clay in our backyard. I made the ashtray even though no one in our house smoked. I used it for jewelry and trinkets. We just moved and I’m not sure if I got rid of it or if it’s still in an unpacked box somewhere?
That would be fun to find.
I do remember a time traveling up a stream with many kids and digging into a clay bank in the stream. We covered are whole bodies with the whitish clay and traveled back to the beach and surprised all the beach people looking like aborigines from Australia with mud in our hairs and all over our body. It was a great time.
Super great time!
What a beautiful job she did on painting! That is not easy! Me and Lauren want to go to a shop where we can make a clay project!