Odd Memories of Home

One of the great things about Moms is that they tend to hold onto things forever, especially things that you made with your own loving hands. I think I might have her committed for holding on to this:

So what is it? A ceramic coffin, of course. With french fries on top. If I remember correctly, the cross was a last-minute addition....though I don't remember why.

I made this in college. Believe it or not, I never experimented with drugs. Though I wish I had - it might help explain it. Here's a look at the inside:


I had taken a ceramics class just for the heck of it, and it turned out to be a ton of fun. I made some really neat stuff (as in, normal.... mugs, vases, plates, a bell. Mom still has all that too). At the end of the semester, we were given an assignment to make something free-form.

I would love to be me now, going through the thought process of me-then in coming up with this beauty. I really am at a loss as to how this was the end-result of hours of planning. I do know the french fries had something to do with the fact that I loved french fries (McDonalds in particular). How they got on a coffin, though, is less clear.

Anyhow, when we were at my Mom's house a few weeks ago, this was still sitting on the dresser in the spare bedroom where we stay when we visit. Clearly, I made her proud. Or senile. Joe still shakes his head......