I'm, Bruce Castle, ya know, the one in the jacket. I'm not always throwing pottery. Sometimes I go fishing. But I don't always catch fish. Ah hem.
Joel, my wife of 41 years, and I have had four kids together, and now four grandkids too, and she is usually there at the markets helping sell pottery. I do all the pottery action, but she is the one with the organizing genes and will wrap your pottery for each sale with a level of precision only known in diamond cutting.
This is Tuesday, the pottery studio employee. I keep up the training, but so far, she has yet to do anything productive pottery wise. Well, she did protect me from a sketchy plastic bag rolling down the street the other day, so there is . . . progress.
Only a few weeks old, she was found on the side of the road by a grand person driving a snow plow around 4 a.m. By then, she had already suffered every indignity a set of zip ties that bound her legs and below zero temperatures could dish out. It was a Tuesday. So that explains the name. We'd had a Shepherd who had just passed. After a phone call of magic happenstance, this little pup came our way, and now she's been with us for eight years now.
She's pretty content not helping any pottery get out the door. But the plastic bags are much less likely to loiter in front of the studio now.
Currently, we sell all our wares at open air markets and festivals. You can find a list of them on the Home Page. There is a link to it, just below:
Or, just message us from our Contact Us page, and we can bring something for you to the next market and you have NO SHIPPING!
We like open air markets and festivals. We don't like them when they get canceled. We don't like them when the coast acts like the coast and the wind, rain, hail and flash floods show up.
But we like meeting people and sharing a few stories and jokes.
And frankly, no one knows our product like we do, since all of our stuff I personally make my own self, from scratch.
“Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.”
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
We love floating rivers, especially when that means the day ends on a white sand beach, sitting at a camp fire.
Joel and I and Tuesday mess about in boats whenever we can.
I grew up in Boise, Idaho. My working career started early. I started mowing lawns at the age of ten for extra money.
I've had a full time work--most of the time--since I was 14. I washed dishes in restaurants, bailed and bucked hay for a penny a bail, and later was a garbage collector, back when the cans were in the back of the house, and wheels on trash cans hadn't been thought of yet. The best part of the job was hanging on the back of the truck when snow smacked you in the face. The summer smells and flies made the freezing snow seem ideal. Then I joined the Carpenter's Union, till interest rates went higher than since the civil war. I worked full time as a janitor, and a security guard, and went to collage full time, and finally finished with a total of 16 years invested. I became a stock broker, till I found the job was really talking blue haired ladies out of CD's and into stocks. I was a boat builder, and then I ran an employment business with up to eight employees.
Now I'm doing pottery, and the only employee is a German Shepard.
My wife and I just celebrated our 41st anniversary. We have four of the world's most phenomenal kids ever, and four energetic little ones that call us Grammie and Grampy.
Oh, and you can tell from the photo, we are Duck Fans.