With 5 siblings I seemed to have gotten the short stick when it comes to family photos. All I’ve got are my baby pictures.
I've celebrated National Clay Week (June 13th -19th) every day for over forty years now. Early on, when I was still at Pratt practicing throwing, I spent a semester learning to make goblets. First, throw the cup section, then the stem, and wait for the two to set up, usually overnight. The next day the cup part gets trimmed, and the stem is attached. That's the tricky part. The two will separate or tilt in the firing if not done well. The kiln gods had gifted me about twenty nicely done goblets with a lovely purply burgandy melty glaze—the look you can only find in ceramics. That Christmas, I proudly gave my father a set of eight goblets that amazed and delighted him and my siblings. Technically everybody got one. Six kids/two parents.
At dinner, we set the table with them, and all enjoyed drinking from them throughout the holiday time we spent together; when friends dropped by, my brothers and sisters would offer refreshments served in the goblets. It's always such a great feeling when you give the right gift. If you think a pottery class with Dad would be a great outing, I've got two spots open this weekend. You can keep the celebration going for years with plates you've made together on Father's Day. Classes are for two, three, or four people.
A father and kids class, some plates before firing and a couple enjoying time together creating.