In the early 80s, my mother got caught up in ceramics. She was a dynamo once she got the feel of it. The iconic Christmas Tree was made for her mother-in-law when she mentioned she was getting too old to put up a tree, but wanted to have some “Christmas”. Mom had just completed one for her and my father, so back to the kiln she went. When Grandma passed way, I took possession of the tree. My daughter has the one Mom made for herself. The church nestled in the snow-covered pines is another of Mom’s creations. I got possession of it when we were cleaning out my parents’ house getting it ready to sell.
In case I did not post the Easter display that Mom made:
Three rabbits, a basket, and over a dozen eggs of varying colors and decorations. Mom had a problem painting the eyes and admitted to having her instructor do them.