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Ann Schunior Blog, Post #3 – Loma Ponda

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Loma Ponda: On the top of a mountain, an hour from Somoto, about a kilometer from the Honduran border. We travel by pick-up truck because the roads are too bad for the van. Then about a mile’s hike to the top of the mountain because the final road washed out a couple of years ago. Finished pots are carried down this road to market. Says the women:  “We have everything that supports us. Animals—pigs, chickens and a cow. The land provides clay and colors. Everything we need is here. God has provided.”

 A mile of hiking uphill. Their road washed out a couple of years ago


A mile of hiking uphill. Their road washed out a couple of years ago

 The view from their workshop. They’re bringing coffee to drink in their own pitcher and mugs.


The view from their workshop. They’re bringing coffee to drink in their own pitcher and mugs.

I’ve been there twice and have seen almost no men. The women say they don’t need them. They also say they are away working in the cities.

I’ve been there twice and have seen almost no men. The women say they don’t need them. They also say they are away working in the cities.

Their work is the surprise. They’ll make whatever they see. Visitors bring them magazines; they copy what’s in them. Some work is done on the wheel. Much is hand-build. The colorants come from different local clays. The pieces are burnished, not glazed.

Their work is the surprise. They’ll make whatever they see. Visitors bring them magazines; they copy what’s in them. Some work is done on the wheel. Much is hand-build. The colorants come from different local clays. The pieces are burnished, not glazed.

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