Thursday, March 6, 2014
Locals attend annual pottery sale in Merigold
Dale Jackson, along with other family members, were able to pull off a surprise 50th birthday party for Terri on Saturday evening. An Italian feast, along with Terri’s favorite strawberry cake, was enjoyed. As Dale put it, “it’s nifty seeing my bride turn 50.” (See Pages of the Past in this issue for a tidbit on Terri.)
Bizarre weather made the weekend in Merigold an interesting one! Friday, Momma (Kay Wheeler), Laura and I made the journey into the Mississippi Delta for the McCarty pottery sale. When we arrived, there were a lot of chairs already out for the sale. Once we set up ours, we made a count and were 50, 51 and 52 in line. When we realized they had already finished with roll call, we walked over to Crawdad’s for dinner. If you are ever passing through Merigold or down there for the sale, Crawdad’s is a must for a fabulous dinner, great service and fun atmosphere!
Carri Hutchens and Terri Garrison appeared later Friday evening. They set up their chairs not too far down from us.
Saturday morning, one chair was removed from the line. Have the shoppers not realized they are serious about the roll calls? If you are not in your chair, they will remove it from the line!
Holly Johnson, Helen Power and Rita Shaffer showed up Saturday. Helen and Rita had been to the early morning sale at Peter’s Pottery in Mound Bayou. DeDe Bolden was chauffeured down to the Delta by her grandsons. Let the fun begin!
We met a lady named Betsy Bobo from Cleveland. She has to be the person to know there - so full of energy and just cute as a button! She was a recruiter for Delta State University for 36 years! She was lucky enough to be 17th in line. She had a pop up camper set up to sleep in over the weekend.
Helen, Rita and I rode over to one of the last operating juke joints, as well as the oldest, Po Monkeys. When we were within eye shot of the place, I saw a familiar truck at the front of a long line of vehicles - Zack Pritchett. Turns out, the Pi Kappa Alpha fraternity was having a huge cookout and live band party at Po Monkeys! It was great to see him.
Everyone was getting ready to bed down in vehicles for the night. It was so warm outside that most slept with windows down. Prior to going to sleep, Holly and I watched a movie. Not long after we started it, someone hollered, “Get up! Get up!” We looked around and saw a figure in a ball cap toting what appeared to be a suitcase of beer. At that point, I was glad we were still awake because it was kind of scary - a random man hollering into the night where his voice bounced off the surrounding buildings.
After we finished the movie, we laid back the seats and settled down for our nap. It was not two hours in and there came that raving idiot hollering again. This time, I was asleep and it sounded what I would imagine the devil himself would sound like. My heart must have skipped a hundred beats! Needless to say, I scoured the crowd for him Sunday. He was nowhere to be seen!
Sunday morning, it was 70. We all woke and headed to the gas station for biscuits and coffee. Everyone was talking about the incoming weather. Some watched the news and radar and some chose to leave. Two more chairs gone from the front of the line as a couple of women from Kentucky were headed home.
Everyone was all abuzz thinking the sale may start earlier than 1 p.m., due to inclement weather heading that direction. The temperature dropped nearly 30 degrees in two hours, so some type of storm was brewing. Needless to say, they decided to open at 12:30, a whole 30 minutes early.
We were close to the “golden door” right as the bottom dropped out. James, one of the McCarty workers, popped up a tent quicker than anything. We all hovered underneath it, containers in tow, until we could get into the sale. We crossed the threshold at 2:30. I went on the left side this year, Momma and Laura took the right. Little did I know the med student in front of me had three containers to fill! I helped her rearrange countless times, as well as lugged one of her heavy garbage cans full of pottery forward every time the line moved. The girl behind me was whispering mean things under her breath aimed at the girl, so I figured I would help.
The people on the right side of the sale were at a standstill. I loaded up my garbage can with goodies and crept towards the checkout. I was out an hour before Momma and Laura, who both exited at 6 p.m.
Another sale down and a year to contemplate going back. This year did not seem as vicious as last year and the line appeared to move quicker to the door.
The haul you can get if you dig makes sleeping in the car worth it, especially when you have great friends with whom to share the experience!
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