fascinating things. (you guessed it ‘ I brought some home ! ) (I
wonder why the old car had such a hard time making it home through
the mountains.)

Then we went to Altaglass and watched glass blowers at work.
They were producing a line d sweet cute birds and fish but with
Stan's article fresh in my mind I was gleefully noting Gaffer's
benches, marvering tables, punty irons, etc. Did you know that
when a glass blower gives a little huff into the blow pipe there is
a definite pause while his breath travels down the pipe, and then
the glass puffs out?

In the evening we all attended the first annual meeting of the
Alberta Potters' Association. I hope to have an outline of their
organizational set-up for a future issue of the "Western Potter".

The next day we went into the Cypress Hills and saw the clay pits
where the Plainsman clay is dug. A hot, hot day, blinding sun on
dazzling white clay banks. This is where Sitting Bull brought his
tribe for a while after cleaning up on Custer and you can still find
the rings of stones where their teepees were. We had a real old-
fashioned picnic in the grass at the side of the road, blessedly in
the shade of a poplar "bluff".

In the evening a party at Luke Lindoe's house, a display of
pottery by members of the group on the lawn, and a chance to meet
and talk.

The third day was the day of my contact with the rattlesnake. We
went bumbling over the trackless prairie in three buses. A strange
sight. And suddenly there we were without warning at the edge of
an abyss full of weird eroded shapes. We were warned about
rattlesnakes, and the exhausting climb back up again - the need
to gauge our strength and turn back before we'd taken on too much.
Well, the climb back up didn't bother me a bit.

This last day culminated in a barbecue on a farm by the river but
I was overdue for a family re-union back home in Sask. and
reluctantly took my leave, hoping that the next time the Alberta
Potters organize any kind of pottery gathering I'll be there.

Ruth Meechan