Archive for November, 2009

My ’65 Chevy Truck
November 29, 2009

(People often ask about my truck so once in awhile I am going to “move up” my Chevy Truck post to the top…hope you regular readers don’t mind. You can scroll through pretty quickly if need be. The only thing that will change is the “Girls in My Truck” and “Boys by My Truck” part. You, too could be included! All you gotta do is ask!)

I attained my love of old vehicles from my father. The first car I “drove” was by sitting on the lap of my dad and steering while he braked and accelerated his ’49 Willys Jeep. It was similar to this one but green.


Following are my father’s vehicles, ones I drove while growing up. In chronological order, of course.


The best way to learn about clutches and gears.


A great wagon for the drive-in movie!


Dad’s was red. Most fun with doors off! He kept the top on, though.


Not exactly a “cool” car in high school but it had a huge engine. Man, could it go!

My “auto ed” began early in my years and started with “Come hold the light for me.” Soon I had been taught enough for “Hand me the wrench. No, the crescent!” As I grew older, I learned quite a bit about vehicles. I actually remember the time my dad showed me where the zerts (sp?) were on my first car…


My ’69 Mustang was similar to this but had a white vinyl top. 302 3-speed. I actually installed a water pump on it once and only had four bolts left over! I kept it for 13 years.

Any time I have ever been out with my father, he always pointed out the older or in some way special automobiles. What he loved most were the pick-up trucks. He always wanted a pick-up but he never had one. I don’t know why because he always had fine enough cars…Jeeps, a ’72 Ford LTD, and later, Lincoln Continentals. His last truck was a GMC Jimmy, close…but not a pick-up. He actually seemed to “pine” for an old pick-up and I wish I had asked him why he didn’t ever own one. Of course, every time I see an old pick-up, I think of my father.

For the last couple of years, I have been preparing to replace my Ford Escort. I was going to buy a friend’s ’05 Civic…not a car I particularly wanted but would admittedly be a good choice. His plans changed recently so within the last two weeks I became comfortable with keeping the Escort. It’s a great car actually. Simple. I have to roll up my own window, I lock the doors without one of those clicker things that I don’t even know the name of, I push a clutch and shift the gears. Ten years ago, I actually had to order this car because dealers don’t tend to order “simple” cars for the lot. “Simple”, remember this word…it is important to the following story…

So here I am, prepared for something but not looking! This, friends is when magic happens…

… last Saturday night, I was working in my studio, my friend, Bowie, walked in and said, “Did you see the truck outside?” You know me well enough now to know that I hopped up and stepped out. When I saw… I think my heart actually went pitty pat! Because there, right there…was parked a…


Thanks to “auto ed” (Dad), I guessed it was a ’65. Make a comment by clicking “Leave a Response” to join the “Name the Truck” contest. Winner gets a ride! (it’s a girl, by the way)

As I walked closer, I wondered if… and glanced to check…”Yes, there is a sign stuck up in the windshield!”. It was for sale. I thought about it all night and woke up thinking about it the next morning. On Sunday, I was describing the truck to my friend Brock. I said, “Maybe I could get it and keep it for a year or two just for fun.” He looked up dreamily and said, “That, would be a great year.” That’s when I knew that the truck would be mine.

The next day the owner, Scott, brought the truck back over to Red Star. He and his wife, Angela, had driven it here on Saturday night to eat dinner at Lill’s. I told him I wanted to take it down on the boulevard for my buddy, Ryan, to check out. Ryan lives across the street from me and knows all about old vehicles. When I asked, “May I drive?”, Scott hesitated…”Do you know how to…” I interrupted with “Oh, yeah.” Still hesitant, Scott said, “Most people don’t know how to drive an old…” “Oh, I’m good…trust me.” He was so sweet, not wanting to offend me but not quite willing to hand over the keys. Third time convinced and I hopped in behind the wheel. Ryan and his buddies, Chad and Zeke gave it a good going over and gave me the “thumbs up”. Next thing I knew…I had a truck.


1965 Chevrolet C10, high torque 230 six cylinder, three on the tree, long bed.


lonnnnnnnnngggg! bed


This is the front!


This is the rear!


A great thing about the truck is that the plate goes well with the color!

My neighbor, “north” Mark (I have a “south Mark, too) just made the first entry into the name the truck contest. It was an “off the front porch” entry. You may enter at the beginning of this post or through facebook.


A great thing about my truck is that it matches my glaze!


I have been accused of wearing socks to match my truck. But the color of my truck is much prettier. It is the color of…

September sky!


This is the bed! I stood on the bumper and wasn’t tall enough to get it all in!

Have you noticed my over use of exclamation marks!?


This is the interior!


I think this is the ash tray!


This is the glove box! The seat belts are in there but soon they will be in their proper place. On the left is a journal where I will keep the maintenance record. Also, passengers may write in observations we make while “on the road”!


I swear I am not dressing to match my truck! Really.

So, as you can see, there are many great things about my truck. But remember how this post began? I want to share with you the best thing about my truck…


In 1965, a farmer in Arkansas bought this truck from a dealer in Huntsville. The dealer’s name is stamped on the back bumper. I didn’t notice this until after I bought the truck.

Hold on to your hat, Daddy-O…this “ride’s” for you.


William ( Bill ) Earl Haddock. 1924-2008.

Enter the “Name the Truck” Contest! You can’t win if you don’t play!

Check back for truck stories and pictures… coming soon, “Girls in My Truck”.



Thank all of you for your entries! They were all great suggestions. I especially enjoyed reading the reasons for your choices. A lot of nostalgia came my way. I have the best friends ever!
And the winner is…
the entry from…

Wait, wait! Before you scream “Foul Play!”… before you accuse us of a nepotistical romp…
Well, it is true that brother Randy had inside information… but even with that, I’m sure that when you know the name you will totally agree!! Remember how the story of the truck started out? With my father, right? Well, my brother remembered that my dad called my mom…


and Susie Q it is!


Virginia Sue Stockdale and William Earl Haddock
Married on New Year’s Day, 1951
Resting in Peace Together

I am starting two folders of images now…”Girls in My Truck” and “Boys By My Truck”.
A preview…

My “Lovely In All Ways” daughter, Whitney. She has just started grad school in St. Louis in the field of public health/epidemiology.

Girls In Boots In My Truck! Yipee!

My “bestest” friend John.
Boys By My Truck.
Steve and Dale do wonderful things with furniture finishing. They finished a large dresser for me that I love!

The Gym
November 23, 2009

One of the many, many reasons I enjoy living on the Westside…the gym. The first thing you notice about the gym is that it is orange.

Very orange.

We use a lot of electricity at our gym.

Maybe because we have many small home appliances…
Our deep fryer comes with a booklet.

Sometimes we fix fondue. Can you do that at your gym?

We have many lamps.

This is almost my favorite lamp. Pretty cool!

This is my favorite lamp. (Westside, remember?)

My favorite lamp has pottery…

a cactus…

and me!

We have many televisions!

This is my favorite television. I watch VHF.

(We have many ashtrays at our gym…but we don’t smoke.)


We like to entertain at our gym so we have sofas…


We have entertainment areas!

We have macrame’…

We have art…

We have a team!…

We even have a…

The gym provides transportation…

But who would ever want to leave?

Of course our gym has equipment…

Oh yeah, we have all that “fancy” equipment, too, whatever…

But at our gym, the equipment is accessorized…

Accessorized with style!…

Red Star Studios resident artist, Stephanie Kantor is a member of the gym on the Westside.

Oddly, I see her there every day.

At your brightly lit, not orange gym, you listen to snappy pop music.

We listen to Motown.

My daughter, Whitney is in grad school in St. Louis but she goes to her gym as often as possible.

This picture was taken of us quite recently. We plan to be fit and beautiful forever…

So there!…


You can see all this and more at Scott Fitness on the Westside!

How to make a bowl…
November 15, 2009

If you already read this post, I added on the trimming part. You could skip down to that at step 22.

How to make a bowl in 34 easy steps…

1. Weigh out and wedge the clay. If your wrists are over the age of 50, put it into two balls.


2. Adjust your iPod. Instead of war in Pakistan, listen to Terry Gross interview Andre Agassi. (the mullet was a hairpiece)

ipod 1

3. Choose some of your favorite tools.


4. Stop. Admire Stephanie’s new handle style on her cup.


5. Stop. Answer Roy’s question about his bowls.


6. Center the balls of clay.


7. Say “AH!”


8. Pull up the wall


9. Establish a bottom and side wall.


10. Put a pointy part where the twain shall meet. (this will be very important later)


11. Pull up the wall higher and refine the rim.


12. Push from the inside to “belly out” the bowl a bit.


13. Make a mark on the inside. Whee! (make a note to fix that nick you made when you dropped the rib on the rim)


14. Take a moment to try and remember which rib you like to use to make the alteration. (when in doubt…big is better)


15. While you’re up, step outside to see if it is still raining.


16. That stretch was good timing because as much as you enjoyed Agassi’s interview, adjust your iPod so you don’t have to listen to it again.
ipod 2

17. Start the alteration.


18. Remember the “pointy place” you made? The alteration pulls it up into a lovely curve.



The alteration also squares off the bowl.

19. Push out areas from the inside to create impeccably placed bulges.


20. Alter the rim so that it is not just a square.


21. Go home and make macaroni and cheese with shrimp and broccoli. ‘Cause after all…it is a rainy day.


My thanks to Calder Kamin, my studio mate who took several of the photographs and to my stunt double, Mickey, who flew in from Australia for the dangerous parts.

I am now adding on the trimming part after the bowl sits overnight and becomes leather hard.

22. Stick a needle tool into the bowl to see how thick (or thin) the bottom is. You know anyway…after all, you are a professional. But better safe than sorry.

23. Lay a sponge covered bat on the bowl.

24. Then flip it! The bowl is upside down and ready to put onto the wheelhead.

25. Spin the wheel and make a needle line to see if the bowl is in the center. Oops, looks like it needs to move toward 11 o’clock.

26. Move it over a bit then erase the line and mark it again.

27. Yep, that’s better.

28. Trim out a foot ring. Do not, under any circumstance use a Bison tool! (they are the best ever and you will not be happy with any other tool again)

29. Cover up your bowl with plastic and go have a…

30. SNACK! Bowie’s wife, Shannon, made these with Eagle Brand. They have an Eagle Brand COOKBOOK! But she got this recipe RIGHT OFF THE CAN!
(snacks excite me)

31. Oh! I was so excited about the SNACK! that I forgot to take a picture of step 31 which is…flip the bowl back over and brush on a dark brown slip. So… brush on a porcelain slip over that and we’ll just call it one step.

32. I was so upset about having to combine the previous two steps that I had to go eat another SNACK! THE RECIPE WAS ON THE CAN!

33. When the slip loses its sheen, start carving on the texture. You could draw puppies instead of writing words…one of the two. Puppies or words, you choose.

34. Put the big bowl in your drying cabinet with the little bowls you already finished and go home and go to bed! It’s almost midnight!

Shino Pitchers!
November 15, 2009

Remember these pitchers?

I tried. I tried not to write on them…really I did.
I failed…
Here they are. Yay!
Do you have a favorite?







The next one is my favorite. I’m sending the image off to Malcolm Davis for a shino show entry. I’ll let you know if it gets in…wish it luck…
shino entry 1
It has a left side.

shino entry 2
and it has a right side. I sandBLASTED the rim and the handle! That was fun!

shino tumblers
I made some tumblers too!

November 7, 2009

Been thinking about grids. Now I need to think about glazing (like I haven’t already). Thinking white-ish with a wee splash of color. Orange? Pink and brown? ….mmmm, pink.


I have some white-ish test glazes in the kiln now. To be fired soon along with those pitchers that maybe I did not write on. Remember those?