When you cross the threshold today, it's as if you stepped foot into the industrial revolution. It's as if the sweep of time passed around this place but never through it. The rusted clank of gears, belts and drives that once produced cuspidors and pickling crocks by the thousands now churns out a steady flow of contemporary clay creations -- using the very same tools.



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