In 2000, we decided to do something special for the turning of the millennium, so I made a 2 gallon mug and hand carved the 2000 Winfield mug design on it. We sold it right away at our first Mug Buffet that year. Unfortunately, I can't locate a photo of it. That was before we had a digital camera. How life has changed!
But a new tradition was started and I continued making 2 gallon mugs for several years, selling them via a "clipboard auction" so more people would get to see it and have a chance of owning it. The next year was 2001 - the year of 9-11, which occurred right before the festival. I can still remember working in the shop, preparing for the festival, and hearing about the plane flying into the Twin Towers, then the Pentagon, then the third plane. The mood of the whole country changed in that instant and no one knew exactly what was happening or if it would continue. Somehow, it was difficult to go on with Winfield preparations and have the normal anticipation for fun and frivolity. But of course, the festival went on as planned, although the prevailing mood that year was a bit subdued and there seemed to be a real comradery exhibited among the folks. We decided to have a benefit auction with the proceeds from the mug going for the relief efforts in New York. The mug raised over $800 which was given to the Red Cross.
In 2005, we had another benefit auction for Hurricane Katrina, giving the proceeds to the Salvation Army. 2006 was the last year we made a 2 gallon mug, which was purchased for Russell Brace by a few of his friends. Russ is the owner of the grand old truck which carries Stage 5. Interest in the two gallon mugs seemed to be waning, so we gave them a rest for the time being. Since then I've made several 1 gallon mugs instead, which are not as elaborately carved thus not as time consuming to make. I hope you enjoy seeing all the 2 gallon Winfield mugs!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
The 02 mug used Zach's fiddle for the design.
The fourth edition in 03 was taken from a photo of Cindy playing her banjo.
Since we didn't have a mandolin player in the family,
used a good friend and talented musician, Mackie Red
for the 04 edition.
My own hands and dulcimer were the subject for the 05 mug.
For some reason, we didn't get a poster made that year.
2006 commemorated the 20th anniversary for Stage 5 which is
built on the back of an awesome farm truck. Their banner
proclaimed "Hopelessly Lost at C" which explained the
"20 yrs at C" which unfortunately was lost on most
people! The photo was taken on my newly painted
1950 Chevy pickup.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
A Few Old Shots
Here's one from the archives! This was taken in 1980 when we first built our shop.
Buried in Winfield mugs. Don't know the exact year, but it was sometime in the 80's.
Jane loading the kiln before the kiln shed was completely closed in. Mid 80's
I know I have an older picture somewhere, maybe from the late 70's, but this is our Winfield booth in about 1991.Steve is holding Zach, Cherry is in front and Jane's sister Peggy is behind.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Winfield Mugs
For many years, our summer schedule has been dominated by Winfield mugs. It's a daily ritual. Get out to the shop early and throw the first dozen mugs before breakfast. After my usual bowl of Jane's granola (unless we serve breakfast at the Sherman House) it's back out to the shop for the second dozen. Then it's time to start on handles, which take a good part of the rest of the day. That evening I make the third dozen which are held over for handling the next day. In the meantime, Jane is watching the mugs as they begin to dry. She stamps the logos on each one when they are “just right,” not too wet, but not too dry. Then she trims the bottoms, placing them upside down on boards covered with plastic until I attach the handles. Depending on how many interruptions, emergencies, and other demands come up, finishing 36 mugs – thrown, stamped, trimmed, handled and ready to dry - sometimes takes us till midnight. Some days we just don't make quota. And I haven't mentioned all the incidental tasks like mixing, drying and pugging clay, loading and unloading kilns, firing, glazing, staining, erasing, gardening, mowing, fixing things that break, etc – you know the routine. It's kind of a dance (maybe more like a juggling act). We once figured out that we handle each mug a minimum of 21 times for various steps in the process. We are a good team and we manage to turn out over 1000 mugs for the Walnut Valley Festival in Winfield, KS each summer.
Many people know us only by the Winfield mugs they collect each September. And we certainly never set out to capture that market. How did it happen? Allow me to share a bit of history.
When Jane and I returned to Kansas in 1976, a good friend, Sherry, told us about this “bluegrass” festival in Winfield and told us we should go. Now I didn't know much about bluegrass. I was more into Simon and Garfunkle, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, and the Beatles. But I did kinda like the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band and I think John Hartford was in the line-up that year. I had at least heard of him! But Doc Watson and Norman Blake? – no clue. Now we had been exposed to a little bit of “folk music” while living in Georgia, but we were not prepared for New Grass Revival and Bryon Bowers! One guy with an AUTOHARP – you gotta be kidding! But it was awesome and we were hooked. Not to mention the pickin and jammin throughout the campgrounds around the clock... it was a music happening the likes of which I had never experienced. Picker's Paradise, they call it.
Well, the festival also had a craft show on the grounds so we naturally thought – we could do this next year! Get a craft space and sell enough to pay for our tickets and essentially attend the festival for free! A good plan, but that next year we were so busy selling pots at our booth we hardly got to take in much of the music. Wow. Not only was it a fun festival, it was one of our best shows. We broke many sales records at Winfield over the next years. We have exhibited every year since 1977, always in the same spot behind the south end of the grandstand. In fact, when we began, the Dairy Queen concession was just to the south of us and we became friends with the owners, Gary and Joy. Watched their kids grow up and they ours. I remember taking both Cherry and Zach to the festival as babies, taking naps in carpet-lined trunks we used (and still use!) for our display. Of course our kids grew up looking forward to the third week of September which was a great adventure for them – and a safe place for them to roam as they got older. A real family affair. In fact, that was one of the unique aspects of the festival – there was no age segregation. You see white haired citizens alongside long haired, tie-died free spirits next to young parents with strollers and wagons. All together, all comfortable with each other, all joined by the music. As it should be. But I digress...
By 1981, we thought it would be neat to make some “special” commemorative mugs for the 10th anniversary of the festival – numbered and dated, with the simple designation of “Winfield.” Being the entrepreneurial risk taker that I am, we boldly made 15 mugs to see if anyone would want one. They sold so fast, we saved the last one and took orders for 86 mugs in all! After filling the orders and shipping them all across the country (really!), we decided to start a limited edition, signed, dated and numbered and when they sold, there would be no more made. (The only exception is that we will replace broken mugs for someone's collection if they send us the broken pieces. It will not be numbered like the original, but it will as much like the original as possible.) That next year we made 100 mugs and the rest, as they say, is history. The editions gradually grew till we were making 1000 mugs, which we decided was our limit! People stared collecting them and since there was a limited number of them each year, they learned to get theirs early.
In 1983, Bob Redford, one of the festival founders contacted us about making mugs for them. When I explained what we were already doing, he asked about making another series, different from the Winfield mugs. The Walnut Valley mug series was born with an official festival design. We agreed on a commission price I would pay in exchange for being allowed exclusive rights to produce the “official” festival mug. To distinguish the WV series, they were shorter (several years they were more like soup mugs) and we glazed them in a variety of colors opposed to the characteristic gray and blue, taller Winfield series. The Walnut Valley mugs had designs to coordinate with other artwork used in the festival, from posters, t-shirts, belt buckles or other designs. Some years I designed both, but the WV design was always subject to approval by the festival. Several years, my designs were also used on the buckles and even on a stage backdrop. The Winfield design would continue to be my choice. At first I went through all the different instruments that had national contests – guitar, fiddle, banjo, mandolin, mountain dulcimer, autoharp, hammered dulcimer. Then came a variety of images representing different elements of the Winfield experience, including cloggers, stand-up bass player, the campgrounds, and the W2K turn-of-the-millennium design.
The Winfield mugs necessitated a new technique for reproducing intricate designs which at the beginning was done all by hand using various combinations of paper stencils, stippled stains and sgraffitto. Very time consuming. Eventually, we discovered a stamp company in Wichita which could produce a deep relief flexible plastic die from our artwork. This revolutionized our ability to do custom logos on mugs which oddly enough became a mainstay of our business to this day. We've done hundreds if not thousands of different designs for people over the years. Festivals, businesses, churches, bed and breakfasts, schools, reunions, museums, fund raisers, and events of all kinds. Mugs are us!
After 2000, I started using the computer to a larger degree in the designs – using actual photographs of instruments that had some connection to either a family member (son-in-law's guitar, son's fiddle, sister-in-law's banjo, my dulcimer, mom's autoharp) or friend (Mackie Redd's mandolin, Russell Cook's hammered dulcimer.) This year's design is the first departure from that tradition, although it was inspired by a Winfield camper. After 58 different designs, new ideas become more difficult to develop! Who knew?
Eventually, the crowd of mug collectors waiting for the new mug became an uncontrollable mob pressing in on us as we tried to set up, unpack, and begin selling with limited help. In 1999, things got out of hand and mugs started “walking off,” at least that's when we actually had proof of it. There was just no way we could watch them all. Not that the majority of our customers weren't honest, but there are always a few bad apples on the tree. So rather than letting those few ruin it for everyone or making us suspicious of everyone, we started the Mug Buffet in 2000. Festival security personnel started organizing the “muggers” even before we arrived, having everyone peacefully and patiently wait in a line down the midway and taping off our booth area giving us room to set up our “buffet line” of just mugs – the Winfield, Walnut Valley, popular Baby Winfields, and sometimes “leftovers” from other festivals or years, as well as some special items. Soup mugs, travel mugs, shaving mugs, one gallon mugs and assorted mug-cessories. Serving begins at noon on Thursday when we cut the tape and start the mug rush. Everyone files by the line, makes their choices, stops at the cashier, and gets their purchases wrapped and sacked – neat and orderly. Everyone gets their mugs, everyone pays, and no one gets hurt! It's become a fun tradition. Get mugged at the Mug Buffet!
Well, this has been one long post, but I've enjoyed the trip through the past and believe it or not, I left some things out! Maybe I'll add them later. Right now it's time to hit the hay so I can get up and start again. Tomorrow is baby Winfields, but it'll be a non-quota day cause it's Saturday and we are going out in the evening for my birthday!!
Many people know us only by the Winfield mugs they collect each September. And we certainly never set out to capture that market. How did it happen? Allow me to share a bit of history.
When Jane and I returned to Kansas in 1976, a good friend, Sherry, told us about this “bluegrass” festival in Winfield and told us we should go. Now I didn't know much about bluegrass. I was more into Simon and Garfunkle, Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young, and the Beatles. But I did kinda like the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band and I think John Hartford was in the line-up that year. I had at least heard of him! But Doc Watson and Norman Blake? – no clue. Now we had been exposed to a little bit of “folk music” while living in Georgia, but we were not prepared for New Grass Revival and Bryon Bowers! One guy with an AUTOHARP – you gotta be kidding! But it was awesome and we were hooked. Not to mention the pickin and jammin throughout the campgrounds around the clock... it was a music happening the likes of which I had never experienced. Picker's Paradise, they call it.
Well, the festival also had a craft show on the grounds so we naturally thought – we could do this next year! Get a craft space and sell enough to pay for our tickets and essentially attend the festival for free! A good plan, but that next year we were so busy selling pots at our booth we hardly got to take in much of the music. Wow. Not only was it a fun festival, it was one of our best shows. We broke many sales records at Winfield over the next years. We have exhibited every year since 1977, always in the same spot behind the south end of the grandstand. In fact, when we began, the Dairy Queen concession was just to the south of us and we became friends with the owners, Gary and Joy. Watched their kids grow up and they ours. I remember taking both Cherry and Zach to the festival as babies, taking naps in carpet-lined trunks we used (and still use!) for our display. Of course our kids grew up looking forward to the third week of September which was a great adventure for them – and a safe place for them to roam as they got older. A real family affair. In fact, that was one of the unique aspects of the festival – there was no age segregation. You see white haired citizens alongside long haired, tie-died free spirits next to young parents with strollers and wagons. All together, all comfortable with each other, all joined by the music. As it should be. But I digress...
By 1981, we thought it would be neat to make some “special” commemorative mugs for the 10th anniversary of the festival – numbered and dated, with the simple designation of “Winfield.” Being the entrepreneurial risk taker that I am, we boldly made 15 mugs to see if anyone would want one. They sold so fast, we saved the last one and took orders for 86 mugs in all! After filling the orders and shipping them all across the country (really!), we decided to start a limited edition, signed, dated and numbered and when they sold, there would be no more made. (The only exception is that we will replace broken mugs for someone's collection if they send us the broken pieces. It will not be numbered like the original, but it will as much like the original as possible.) That next year we made 100 mugs and the rest, as they say, is history. The editions gradually grew till we were making 1000 mugs, which we decided was our limit! People stared collecting them and since there was a limited number of them each year, they learned to get theirs early.
In 1983, Bob Redford, one of the festival founders contacted us about making mugs for them. When I explained what we were already doing, he asked about making another series, different from the Winfield mugs. The Walnut Valley mug series was born with an official festival design. We agreed on a commission price I would pay in exchange for being allowed exclusive rights to produce the “official” festival mug. To distinguish the WV series, they were shorter (several years they were more like soup mugs) and we glazed them in a variety of colors opposed to the characteristic gray and blue, taller Winfield series. The Walnut Valley mugs had designs to coordinate with other artwork used in the festival, from posters, t-shirts, belt buckles or other designs. Some years I designed both, but the WV design was always subject to approval by the festival. Several years, my designs were also used on the buckles and even on a stage backdrop. The Winfield design would continue to be my choice. At first I went through all the different instruments that had national contests – guitar, fiddle, banjo, mandolin, mountain dulcimer, autoharp, hammered dulcimer. Then came a variety of images representing different elements of the Winfield experience, including cloggers, stand-up bass player, the campgrounds, and the W2K turn-of-the-millennium design.
The Winfield mugs necessitated a new technique for reproducing intricate designs which at the beginning was done all by hand using various combinations of paper stencils, stippled stains and sgraffitto. Very time consuming. Eventually, we discovered a stamp company in Wichita which could produce a deep relief flexible plastic die from our artwork. This revolutionized our ability to do custom logos on mugs which oddly enough became a mainstay of our business to this day. We've done hundreds if not thousands of different designs for people over the years. Festivals, businesses, churches, bed and breakfasts, schools, reunions, museums, fund raisers, and events of all kinds. Mugs are us!
After 2000, I started using the computer to a larger degree in the designs – using actual photographs of instruments that had some connection to either a family member (son-in-law's guitar, son's fiddle, sister-in-law's banjo, my dulcimer, mom's autoharp) or friend (Mackie Redd's mandolin, Russell Cook's hammered dulcimer.) This year's design is the first departure from that tradition, although it was inspired by a Winfield camper. After 58 different designs, new ideas become more difficult to develop! Who knew?
Eventually, the crowd of mug collectors waiting for the new mug became an uncontrollable mob pressing in on us as we tried to set up, unpack, and begin selling with limited help. In 1999, things got out of hand and mugs started “walking off,” at least that's when we actually had proof of it. There was just no way we could watch them all. Not that the majority of our customers weren't honest, but there are always a few bad apples on the tree. So rather than letting those few ruin it for everyone or making us suspicious of everyone, we started the Mug Buffet in 2000. Festival security personnel started organizing the “muggers” even before we arrived, having everyone peacefully and patiently wait in a line down the midway and taping off our booth area giving us room to set up our “buffet line” of just mugs – the Winfield, Walnut Valley, popular Baby Winfields, and sometimes “leftovers” from other festivals or years, as well as some special items. Soup mugs, travel mugs, shaving mugs, one gallon mugs and assorted mug-cessories. Serving begins at noon on Thursday when we cut the tape and start the mug rush. Everyone files by the line, makes their choices, stops at the cashier, and gets their purchases wrapped and sacked – neat and orderly. Everyone gets their mugs, everyone pays, and no one gets hurt! It's become a fun tradition. Get mugged at the Mug Buffet!
Well, this has been one long post, but I've enjoyed the trip through the past and believe it or not, I left some things out! Maybe I'll add them later. Right now it's time to hit the hay so I can get up and start again. Tomorrow is baby Winfields, but it'll be a non-quota day cause it's Saturday and we are going out in the evening for my birthday!!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Stories and Connections
Over the past 30+ years, we have made thousands of individual pots. We are often amazed at the thought of all those pieces out there, somewhere, doing who knows what since they left our humble shop in Elk Falls.
Our pots are like children we have birthed, raised up and sent out to live lives independent of us. (Please, this in no way is meant to reflect unfavorably on our relationships with our real children!) But I'm getting to a story here...
Once in a while we run into one of these forgotten clay children and we get to hear a little bit of their "stories" or someone relates something to us about a piece we made and it fascinates us! A connection is made between maker and user that we really had no part in, and yet it is part of us. We are connected to so many lives and their life experiences, traditions, or even tragedies.
One such story was recently shared with us by a long-time Winfield acquaintance, Renee Lippincott, who works for the KS Dept of Commerce Office of Rural Opportunity - boy, is that a mouthful, and come to think of it, Renee is a mouth-full too (no offense intended, Renee!) An enthusiastic advocate for small town Kansas and a great dulcimer player. Well, Renee had purchased a 3-piece mixing bowl set we call Farmhouse bowls from us at Winfield some time back and recently told us the rest of the story. She purchased the bowls for her daughter's wedding after giving much thought to the gift. She wanted something that would last, something that would be used and become part of her daughter's life and home. Now a set of stoneware bowls may not be the first thing that would pop into most minds, given those criteria, but Renee has a tradition.
Renee collects bowls, especially bowls that were used by family members. A grandmother's favorite serving bowl, and aunt's bread mixing bowl - bowls that have memories connected to them. In this way, she collects special memories of eating Sunday dinner or smelling fresh baked bread in those homes. What a simple, yet profound idea. Bowls. Not usually highly prized or prominently displayed. But, oh the good things they have held - and shared. I've always liked bowls. They represent simplicity, openess and honesty (ever try to hide something in a bowl?). Thanks, Renee. You have inspired what I hope will be many such stories of our children that others may share. Now I invite you, our friends and customers (most of our customers have become friends) to share your connections with Elk Falls Pottery on our Facebook page. It'll be under Discussions. Also check out our website elkfallspottery.com.
We've heard many such stories over the years, and I'll try to share them here from time to time so they won't be lost. We love to hear from our many distant "children."
Our pots are like children we have birthed, raised up and sent out to live lives independent of us. (Please, this in no way is meant to reflect unfavorably on our relationships with our real children!) But I'm getting to a story here...
Once in a while we run into one of these forgotten clay children and we get to hear a little bit of their "stories" or someone relates something to us about a piece we made and it fascinates us! A connection is made between maker and user that we really had no part in, and yet it is part of us. We are connected to so many lives and their life experiences, traditions, or even tragedies.
One such story was recently shared with us by a long-time Winfield acquaintance, Renee Lippincott, who works for the KS Dept of Commerce Office of Rural Opportunity - boy, is that a mouthful, and come to think of it, Renee is a mouth-full too (no offense intended, Renee!) An enthusiastic advocate for small town Kansas and a great dulcimer player. Well, Renee had purchased a 3-piece mixing bowl set we call Farmhouse bowls from us at Winfield some time back and recently told us the rest of the story. She purchased the bowls for her daughter's wedding after giving much thought to the gift. She wanted something that would last, something that would be used and become part of her daughter's life and home. Now a set of stoneware bowls may not be the first thing that would pop into most minds, given those criteria, but Renee has a tradition.
Renee collects bowls, especially bowls that were used by family members. A grandmother's favorite serving bowl, and aunt's bread mixing bowl - bowls that have memories connected to them. In this way, she collects special memories of eating Sunday dinner or smelling fresh baked bread in those homes. What a simple, yet profound idea. Bowls. Not usually highly prized or prominently displayed. But, oh the good things they have held - and shared. I've always liked bowls. They represent simplicity, openess and honesty (ever try to hide something in a bowl?). Thanks, Renee. You have inspired what I hope will be many such stories of our children that others may share. Now I invite you, our friends and customers (most of our customers have become friends) to share your connections with Elk Falls Pottery on our Facebook page. It'll be under Discussions. Also check out our website elkfallspottery.com.
We've heard many such stories over the years, and I'll try to share them here from time to time so they won't be lost. We love to hear from our many distant "children."
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