| The outdoor workshop |
I got a recommendation from my friend Jennifer Jukanovich about a pottery making place that she took her kids to for lessons. So, this is what we did today and the kids, except Luke, really liked it.
This is the workshop on the outside of the building. Notice the man sitting up on a platform. This is the potter's wheel. I think the only one. One rod through the middle with a small wheel on top and a large wheel on bottom. He moves the bottom wheel with his feet and his hands form the pottery piece on the smaller wheel.
| Waiting to get started. |
Caleb sat up here to make his pottery piece. Abigail is further down the picture with the women.
Caleb began to make a bowl or the beginning of a pot. But, I am not sure what happened. I can only speak a few words of the Kinyarwandan language, and the folks at the pottery place only spoke a few words of English. So, most everything was using hand gestures. A lot of smiling, pointing, laughing, trying again and again.
Abigail sat down with the ladies and they gave her some clay to begin making something. She helped to make a bowl with one of the ladies. Someone made an anteater for her and she liked that, so she made one herself.
| Abigail had fun getting her hands dirty! |
| Caleb learning from a master |
| I love this! Hands on learning for Abigail |
| Women making pottery in front of us |
I wish I had a picture for something I will never forget that happened today at the pottery place. In this picture you see a baby being held by a young girl. I think she must have been a sister of the baby or something, because I kept asking who was the mother to the baby and eventually, I figured it out. She wasn't sitting with the ladies when I took these pictures, but she came and sat with them later and took the baby in her arms. Then after a few minutes, I saw her nursing the baby. I asked how old and I think they said the baby was 6 months old. My baby Joshua is now 5 months old and was with us today for our visit to this pottery place.
| Pots waiting to be painted with a Rwandan hillside in the background |
After being there a while, Joshua was getting hungry, and so I discreetly began to nurse him. The women knew exactly what I was doing and were so surprised to see me nursing my baby just like they did! Granted, she just did it in front of all around and was not shy about anyone seeing her breast at all. I on the other hand, use a blanket to cover myself and the baby when I nurse in public.
| This lady kept making silly faces to make Joshua laugh! |
When I finished nursing one breast, the lady pointed and motioned for me to nurse the other side too. I nodded yes, but stopped to burp Joshua for a moment. Come to think of it, I never saw her burp her baby, I wonder why. Maybe since they carry their babies upright and on their backs most all day the baby gets burped that way. Is that just a western culture thing? I don't know, maybe I should look into that. The lady in this picture kept making these silly faces to make Joshua laugh. Then she asked about how long the baby sleeps in the baby carrier and I told her it was a baby seat for the car to be safe while driving. I told her it was not for sleeping really, because he has a baby cot at home, this was for the car. I don't think she had ever seen a baby car seat before.
It was such a neat experience for me. The nursing mother and this mother kept pointing to me and smiling and giving me a "thumbs up". I don't know if they had ever seen a white woman breast feed a baby before or what, but it was apparently a really big deal. I wish I could describe it better, but it was amazing to me. I felt like I bonded with this woman, who I could not speak a single word with, but yet we knew there was something similar in our lives.
We both had a baby almost the same age and we knew that we had something we could give the baby. It was like I instantly became all of these women's friend. We crossed over some barrier of color and became just two woman with a child. I really wish I had a picture of the two of use sitting on the dirt floor nursing our babies at the same time, but I don't. It will just be a picture in my mind forever.
Anyways, the crowd that was standing around had pretty much left by now except the women and me and my kids. Luke began to feel more comfortable and let go of my leg and began looking inside a bunch of the large pots nearby.
| Caleb proud of his Star Wars Death Star creation |
During this time, Caleb had been working on something of his own. He was making a round shape. I think Caleb was making a ball, but then I told him once the clay dries and they cook it in the oven it will become hard and break if he tries to kick the ball. So, he changed his game plan to make the Star Wars Death Star instead. Of course! There was a Rwandan boy watching him and kept asking if Caleb was making a ball, a "futbal" or soccer ball. He saw the soccer ball on Caleb shirt and kept pointing to that. I don't think the boy knew what Star Wars was or ever understood what Caleb was making and the best I could do was to say it was a moon, and he pointed to the sky as to understand that word.
Then, Caleb did the same as Luke and started looking around the pots but came back with black paint on his hands. One of the other boys came over to help show Caleb where to go to wash off the paint. I could see Caleb washing his hands several yards away and when he came back, he smelled like gasoline. I told him he just washed his hands with petrol (or gasoline) the same as for our car and he was really surprised about that!
Then, Caleb did the same as Luke and started looking around the pots but came back with black paint on his hands. One of the other boys came over to help show Caleb where to go to wash off the paint. I could see Caleb washing his hands several yards away and when he came back, he smelled like gasoline. I told him he just washed his hands with petrol (or gasoline) the same as for our car and he was really surprised about that!
Finally, after about an hour, we waited for Abigail to finish making a dragon with clay. When she finished we said our "Murakoze's" (thank you) and paid the Mzee (older grey haired man) for our time there. And waved good-bye. It was a fun experience for the kids to try something new and learn about pottery making. Now, I hope that as we drive by the outdoor flower shops with these large pots for sale they will remember this day and how these pots are made. I on the other hand will have my own sweet memories from today.







