We're planning a camping trip for next weekend up to Yosemite, and thinking about that brought back memories of the olden days, camping with the fam! Camping was always how we spent our family vacations, and I had so much fun pretending I was in THE olden days, "roughin' it."
Since I was quite young I have had a keen interest in the times when crafting wasn't just an activity, but the way one went about the business of living. (Though I'm sure if I absolutely had to make everything by hand it would suck the fun out of it real fast!) I would look at objects around me and try to boil them down to their simplest and most basic origins. Not just how did they make bread, but how did they make flour? Not just how did they sew, but how did they make the thread and weave the fabric? Once I found an answer to a question like this I would instantly feel this impulsive yearning to try it out myself. To have made, at least once, every thing I could, completely and totally from scratch.
What made me think of this, in relation to camping, was the memory of a certain time when my family was camping by this river in central Texas outside San Marcos - the Guadeloupe? I would generally bring my best friend along, and this time she and I decided to do a very old olden days craft. We walked along the river banks and gathered up the stickiest, thickest clay that we could find, and using the campfire as our kiln, we did ceramics. It was so much fun! I must have heard or read somewhere how ancient cultures would make rattles, for babies or as musical instruments, because that was the main thing we did, and if I remember right, it came off pretty well! You just use the coiling method to make two bowls. Then you roll small bits of clay into round balls. You wrap each ball in newspaper and put them in one bowl, and then invert the other bowl on top, sealing the edges to make a hollow ball. The newspaper keeps the small balls inside from sticking to the inside walls, and the when the peice is fired, it just burns up. (That was the part that fascinated me the most.) We buried our little rattles under the coals of the fire early that evening, and by the next morning, we had primitive little rattles! It was so satisfying to complete that project and have it turn out.
I wonder if there is clay in the soil at Yosemite...