Terri Webster Schrandt’s challenge to us this morning on Sunday Stills is to find something that is glacier glue. Since I have avoided cold for the past 35 years, my photos reflect my life style choices.
But now we’ve moved, and still no glacier blue pictures. Like Terri, I walked by a treasure, my brother’s high school pottery project on my counter top waiting to go to the office.

My brother isn’t artistic in a traditional way, but Mom had kept all of his pottery masterpieces, which were very heavy. They had been in our garage for 20 years. Vince brought them out, and they stayed outside during the moving process while I got the blues as I debated about what to do with them.
One piece was particularly ugly, something that only a mother could love. I thought about mailing it to my brother, but then I thought about the cost of shipping. I hesitated, but on the last day in CA, sadly threw it away. It was maybe more glacial than this one.
I could not bring myself to give UP the other three pieces, so I stuffed them in the nooks and crannies in the car after Vince was already headed down the road – truly a last minute decision.
Now I’m so glad I did.
My friend Carol has the most unforgettable glacier picture on her blog the Eternal Traveler.
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Aww, a keepsake for sure, Marsha! Aren’t you glad you kept a few? Handmade treasures by the family are irreplaceable. Not sure if I have the moving blues quite yet as I have bought some key furniture pieces. Apparently, consumption makes me happy and chases away those blues, LOL!
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I don’t really have the moving blues. It was a play on words. The blue pitcher and moving. 🙂 LOL. You are not going to get the moving blues. You are just going to be tired!!! Trust me. We walked 13,000 + steps the day we moved and the day after.
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Heehee, I walked that many steps and more when packed! Tired will be good, then I can sleep under my own ceiling in my own bed!
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It still feels like a dream to us.
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Hi, Marsha – I love your brother’s high school pottery project. I am so glad that you kept it! It is a perfect shade of glacier (or glazed) blue!
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Thank you, Donna. I was very glad I did. I’m using it on my desk to hold pens and scissors now. 🙂 Repurposed.
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I keep EVERYTHING that my son ever drew or crafted, and I can relate-I have some of his pottery and art work on display and now have added little Theo’s creations, too. I don’t know what I’d do if I moved, I’ve been in this house for 36 years.
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It’s just plain hard, let me tell you. We sold, gave and threw stuff away, and we brought way too much. We’d been there 20 years.
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Every so often, I do a purge, so I understand. I never seem to sell anything though, maybe I should!
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Selling is much harder. I couldn’t have done it without my neighbor, Carmen and her sister , Petra taking the reigns and running the show. I can never thank them enough. We HAD to purge!
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I hope you’re in a lovely new place! As a confirmed hoarder, though, it wouldn’t take me long to start collecting things again.
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LOL – Busted!
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HAHAHA, I know we have a lot in common! I even save boxes, cos YOU NEVER KNOW when you’ll need one, right?
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I have SOOOO many boxes, broken down for easy storage!!!
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SISTER!
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Sister! 🙂
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Well, it’s not pretty but the colour is lovely.
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LOL, you are an honest appraiser. Compared to the other one, it is VERY pretty. I’m not his mother, but even big sis loves the unlovely. 🙂
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I love the art made in one’s youth. There is an honesty to it which often escapes more polished pieces. I hope your brother is chuffed his work gets exposure and not disappointed his other piece was chucked.
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He will never know about either. He doesn’t read my blog or do much on the computer at all. He’s not much of a traveler, and he probably forgot about them. I will always feel bad about the one piece, Norah. His art is honest, though, and very raw. I have a picture he painted of my grandfather that I cherish.
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Sounds like you and your brother took different paths. It’s interesting how some siblings choose similar paths and others choose different. Does he still do art?
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Not really. He like to take photos, but those aren’t very good either. Neither or us is super artistic. Our dad designed air conditioners and furnaces and was VERY artistic, though he never did much with it. Mom was as terrible as terrible could be artistically. Randy and I took after her. 🙂
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You must have inherited other wonderful traits from her.
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She was a much more pleasant person to be with. When they divorced and she wanted us to stay with our dad because he could support us better, I went into hysterics. and I was fifteen! She took us on the bravest adventure of our lives and we lived happily ever after – except for her, of course. She never got over the sting of divorce.
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She sounds like a brave woman. You must have inherited your courage from her.
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In my opinion she was. She was not going to put up with abuse of any kind.
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And she brought up a strong daughter too.
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Thanks, Norah. That she did. I’m more like her mother than like her, though. We had a great relationship and I was privileged to know my grandparents and great grandparents well.
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Those are very special relationships.
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Yes, and I’ve blathered on and on. Thanks for listening, Norah. You are a dear friend. 🙂
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It’s a pleasure, Marsha. It’s lovely to find out a little more about you.
I wasn’t lucky enough to have close relationships with my grandparents. Two (one from each side) were gone before I was old enough to know them. My remaining grandmother, who I would dearly loved to have known better, had a stroke when she was 64 and I was 7 and she was paralysed and hospitalised unable to speak for 22 years before she passed. My remaining grandfather I saw some of but wouldn’t say the relationship was the warm and fuzzy they are often depicted as. He was just another person (occasionally) in my life.
I think about my grandchildren. They have four grandparents and one great grandmother who all live close by and love them very much. They are very fortunate.
Now I’ve blathered. 🙂
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Norah, your poor grandmother. That is an unimaginably horrible situation. How sad for everyone involved. My brother’s wife’s mother had a somewhat similar situation – went from being a feisty nurse to a bed-ridden invalid who couldn’t talk. I am so happy that your grandchildren have the comfort and stability of having all of their grandparents. I appreciate your blathering. We should do another zoom call sometime. 🙂
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It was terrible for my grandmother. It was difficult for my mum too. She was busy with ten children and made the trek to visit my grandmother at least once a fortnight. Sometimes more was required of her. Although she was the eldest of 5 siblings, no others lived ‘close’ enough to visit. I use the inverted commas because it took Mum about 6 or more hours each Sunday to visit. She’d go to Mass, cook the Sunday roast, feed us all, then catch a bus to the city (dirty, smelly lead-petrol-fuelled buses at the time) which took 11/2 hours. Then wait for a trolley bus to take her to a ferry, then a kilometre or more to walk uphill to the hospital. The reverse back home. She had 22 years of doing that. I never heard either complain. Nan always seemed happy to see us, seemed to know us and know what we were telling her. Amazing women, both of them. Thank you for giving me the opportunity of saying that. Of thinking that.
Nan was 64 when she had her stroke. I worried for Mum when she turned 64 but she was safe. Mum passed almost a year after her 90th birthday. I then worried for me when I turned 64. So far so good. Fingers crossed. 🙂
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Oh Norah, that is the stuff heroes are made of. What a trek. And you are one of ten children??? Wow. My parents were both only children, and I do have my brother. As far as strokes go, I think there is so much more that doctors can do. I take Atorvastatin every day for high cholesterol and my Mom’s cousin has taken it for 27 years with no sign of a stroke. He’s about 95 now. I do watch my weight and have normal blood pressure, so that helps, too. Take care of yourself. I’m sure you will be fine. I will keep you in my prayers, though. No need taking chances! 🙂
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Thank you, Marsha. You stay well too. We do our best, eh?
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That is true. 🙂
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I’m glad you kept some of his work, Marsha. Maybe when you next meet up, you can offer them back to him. He may be surprised that you still have them.
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I thought about that, Hugh. He doesn’t travel well, and he lives in Oregon, probably 1,000 or more miles away. It may be a while before I see him. I hated to throw away his one vase but time forced some decisions. Thank you for your beautiful comment. 🙂
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It is hard to throw things away.. Glad you kept it.. 😉
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It’s hard to part with sentimental objects, even if they have been packed away for a long time. I’m glad you kept a few of your brother’s ceramics. I imagine they give you warm feelings every time you look at them.
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Yes, they do, now that they are not packed away in the garage! Imagine, now that I have less space, what I do have is closer to my fingertips. 🙂 Thanks for the comment, Janis. Have a great day. 🙂
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Great memories of all of my kids treasures on the shelf. The coloring and lighting was fabulous Marsha! ❤️
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Thank you. I took it out on my patio and set it on the fence.
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You’re so welcome! Made for a perfect picture! ❤️
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Some things are just meant to be hung on to Marsh. Yes, moving, a very gross job, lol. 🙂 x
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True dat – all you said! 🙂 Thanks for being a friend, though. It makes everything so much easier.
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Hugs xx 🙂
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hee hee I actually measured this as I didn’t see your ‘almost square comment’ until after I had been looking at it for a while! It is a wonderful treasure, but I will have to wait for an actual square for the next gallery!
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LOL. No problem. I got it as close as I could. 🙂
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Awww, so glad the cup wasn’t red. Otherwise, you may never have shared it with us. Beauty is definitely in the eye of the beholder and there is beauty in this awkward little cup. Glad you saved it.
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I am too, Suzanne. I love it “awkward little cup.” It is like loving a person with a bit of a handicap, which my brother has, BTW.
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I understand that completely. My husband has a ‘bit of a handicap’ that most people see as clumsy or physically awkward. Sometimes we feel compelled to explain, and sometimes not. It’s just is what it is.
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Exactly, Suzanne! The truth is that they get by in the world, just like everyone else and have a place in people’s hearts. No one is perfect.
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