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melvin lee owens~north carolina potter.... gone but not

updated tue 15 apr 03

 

Russel Fouts on tue 8 apr 03

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Karen,

Sorry to hear of ML's passing. Meeting him was one of the more memorable
experiences of a trip taken while at school in the late 70's.

I think he was using straight Red Art at the time. He commented "That
stuff's really RED! You think they dye it?"

Russel

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Db Garner on sun 13 apr 03

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I wrote this poem about Grandpa today, and thought i would pass it on .
Enjoy,
janet calhoun

Melvin Owens 1917-2003

He was a potter's son
Even though his Dad died when Melvin was very young
He made pottery all of his life,
He taught his wife, and daughters and sons.

He was a potter's son
His mother made small animals out of clay
He made things too,
Like pitchers, bowls, and serving trays

He was a potter's son
He signed his pots "ML Owens'
"Do not Copy" was stamped on a few
He made things of beauty and then passed them on to you

He was a potter's son
His life was about family, friends, and firing kilns,
Clay, rough hands, and building turning wheels,

He was a potter's son
Wealth and fame he did not desire
Just the love of family,
and a wood kiln that would fire.

He was a potter's son
That's all he really ever done
Now the talent will live on
through his daughters and his sons.

I am a potter's daughter
You see ML was my mothers Dad
I too am a potter
It's in my heart, and in my hands

I am a potter's daughter
I may never be the potter that Grandpa became
I'll keep making Rebekah pitchers,
But they will never be the same.

Grandpa's life on earth is over
His race on earth, he has run
He had a wonderful life,
The Life of a Potters son!

janet calhoun
4-12-03