‘The Lucie Rie’

This post is popping back up for a number of reasons: 1) It was Mother’s Day in most of the world including New Zealand (where I was mothered) yesterday 2) It is the most popular post I have written, getting hits on almost a daily basis 3) I’ve been contacted by a museum archivist about my collection and have completed a ‘material culture’ analysis of my pottery – its appeal, its use, its history. That was a lot of fun. And 4) because I’m just so lucky to be the keeper of these pieces. Thanks, Mum.

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My mother always referred to her favourite collection of pottery as ‘The Lucie Rie’. This was a recurring refrain in my childhood.

“Don’t touch The Lucie Rie.” (self explanatory)

“Be careful that’s too close to The Lucie Rie.” (about any dangerous/ugly article breathing The LR’s blessed air)

“I’ll use The Lucie Rie.” (special occasions only)

And “Get down you’ll break The Lucie Rie!”

I did. The shards of smashed coffee pot glinted at me, still half way up the dresser, from their resting place on the kitchen floor. That evening I was closer to getting a smack than at any other time in my childhood. But even worse that that was the sight of my father holding my mother as she cried in his arms and I turned tight circles on my tricycle in the front yard pretending I didn’t care.

I was, as a child, not only fearful of…

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5 thoughts on “‘The Lucie Rie’

  1. Beautiful post….your mother certainly had a taste for design. And of course, in childhood we just don’t (and can’t be expected to) understand..

    1. Thank you. Agreed – most things they did/ bought I was embarrassed about because they were so different to my friends houses/contents. Goodness I wish I’d woken up sooner but at least I kept these.

    1. Thank you, yes I think that was what interested the museum. They have a collection of hers donated by the Rothschild family, no less.
      Now I just need to get daughters various to appreciate.

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