My Dad favored a particular potter (Sam Scott) in the Seattle area and over the years gave us pieces--bowls, cups, mugs, colanders, plates, and big artistic vase-like-things. He'd given them to friends and neighbors also, and when he died I found several shelves in his store room with an array of beautiful pieces. As each neighbor and friend came by to offer condolences I asked them to pick out a piece that matched what they already had to serve as a memento. There was still a lot left over, and it is a gorgeous addition to my home.

Someone suggested I should sell the pots back to the potter. In fact I ended up calling him, but not to offer back his pots but just to tell him how special his work had been to Dad and his friends. He was touched to learn that.

SRS