I grew up surrounded by stoneware in the kitchen, stoneware in the den, and stoneware on the patio. There might of been a moonshine jug (I knew more about The Beverly Hillbillies than about stoneware at that time) sitting in the bathroom for some reason, too, but that memory's a little fuzzy on that point. I even destroyed one of my mother's favorite crockery bowls when it flew off the counter after I rolled a watermelon into it one hot summer day. Poor mom was devastated. I was glad the watermelon hadn't suffered the same fate. If you'd like to learn more about some of the antiques I came to know way too many years ago, take a look at Down-to-Earth Antiques: Collecting Utilitarian Stoneware. Updating this feature certainly brought back some fond memories for me.