Crockware

There are all types and sizes of pottery housed in the museum. Jugs, crockware, churns and even a “little brown jug” make up the collection which also includes a few voodo pots.

When my cousin from the Navy came home, we put some grape juice and oranges and lemons in mother’s thick white crockware pitchers.

The Princess also asked Fisher to send her a note on what he thought were the butler’s duties. Fisher wrote her that the butler’s primary duty was to help create a happy home “and dodging all the thrown crockware.”

Place flowers in some kind of crockware.

A few quick strokes with my digger on the rocky rim of the spring-branch turn up shards of crockware, a broken mason jar, and a tiny, twisted piece of copper tubing.

They ate at one o’clock on gaily flowered crockware.

For some reason the stone-floored country kitchen put him mind of his grandmother’s kitchen back home in Boone, North Carolina. Maybe it was the green-mottled crockware that lined the open shelves.

The entire wall was covered with their photos and ordered by age, infant to adult, just like her crockware.

I’d collected some nice crockware at different yard sales, and that all went with me to California.

I’m silent as she points out stove and microwave, oven and freezer, the location of every utensil and pot and article of crockware, my head bobbing in time with every pause.