About the author

Chrissie was born and brought up in Staffordshire. The Potteries always played a large part in her life and she spent many hours in her father's factory.

I shall never forget the smells that surrounded everywhere. On a warm summer afternoon, the smell of the chemicals as the pottery was fired seemed to pervade the air. There was a bakery opposite the factory and even the appetising smell of bread baking was largely masked by the aromas. The wet clay in the casting shops. The turps and linseed oil in the decorating shop were all a part of my childhood. Perhaps I was a bit spoilt by Dad's ‘girls'. They always had such patience with me when I ‘helped' to cast vases or spread paint around in a way so inexpert that everything I touched became seconds ...or maybe thirds!

We totally took china for granted. I dare not think of the numbers of plates and cups we got through., even after Dad was working for himself and no longer had access to commercial ware. His own china, known as ‘fancy goods' was mostly decorative. I guess I was never fully appreciative of that either at the time.'

After bringing up three sons and teaching for many years, Chrissie now lives in Cornwall and discovered that in fact there is still a connection to the china industry. The Clay Museum at Wheal Martyn shows the working site where china clay is mined. Little of it used in the china industry of today but Cornish clay was always the best.

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