Gallery Night with Jane Potocki

This Saturday (June 4th), from 5pm to 9pm, The Pear will feature the marvelous Jane Potocki for Gallery Night.

A gifted artist, yarn, and fibre expert, Jane’s joy in her craft is infectious. Entertaining, generous and instructional, Jane will be demonstrating her mad skills at the spinning wheel.

Come on down and see her weave her magic.

We also have a new shipment of lovely fair trade baskets and summer accessories in store.

Delicious snacks and beverages will be served.

We’d love to see you!








Due to a family emergency, the scheduled DIY Salvage Warehouse SALE located at 724 Ridge Road, Mineral Point – April 15 &16 from 9AM-5PM is CANCELED.
Our sincerest apologies to anyone who may be inconvienced by this.
On a brighter note, the city wide garage sale is on in Mineral Point, and it’s full of great bargains!
Please share this information with anyone you might know who was planning to come and see us.
Arlene & Frank Byrne

Oh What a Night!

Gallery Night was such a huge success at The Pear with artist, potter and stone mason, Roland Sardeson.

GN @ The Pear Roland Demo     Roland at the Wheel  The artist in motion
From 3pm until late, Roland was nothing short of inspirational. Demonstrating his immense craft at the wheel, he was a font of information, good humor and bonhomie. There was no question – big or small, that he did not answer.

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While explaining the process of pottery making, he cited fellow potters and artists in town, such as Bruce Howdle, the Johnstons, and Coles (WindyRidge), with generosity and admiration. Indeed, he was constantly sending people out the door to go and check out their respective wares, skills and talents. That’s the kind of artist to artist, business to business support we love being a part of.

Future Potter in the making?A future potter in the making?

The Pear will continue to display Roland’s work for the next two weeks or so. Luckily for us, he brought in some more pots for sale. The art and craftsmanship is excellent, and the prices? Crazy good! (Not least one of the reasons we had pots flying out the door on Saturday!) Come and see them while you still can.

Who knows how many years it will be before he decides to get going at that wheel again?

Roland giving away pots for free Roland giving away some of his pots!





Charcuterie and fresh spring treats galore.

Gallery Night @ The Pear with Roland Sardeson


The Pear & Salvage Home is delighted to welcome artist and potter,

Roland Sardeson to Gallery Night on Saturday, April 2nd, 2016.

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We invite you to join us anytime between 5 and 9pm, when Roland will be discussing and demonstrating his beautiful, multi-textured, rustic work.


Not only will he be throwing pots, but for some lucky customers, he will also be giving a few away!

Over the past few months Roland has created a series of unique pots for this event, where they will be on display and available for sale exclusively at The Pear.

As always, we will be serving delectable treats and hors d’oeuvres. Tis’ Spring, and the gallery table will be laded with freshly foraged Spring delights and beverages.

Charcuterie 1  Rosemary Cocktail 3

Charcuterie 2   Veggies & Dip

Come, enjoy. We’d love to see you.


Arlena & The Pearettes


Roland with Lifeboard   Life & Times Of Roland Sardeson

It’s a long story, and it’s not pretty.

Growing up on a small hardscrabble farm along the Pecatonica river was no picnic. The heavy clay soil clung to our feet, and the feet of our cattle, sheep and chickens. We used eggs, milk, and wool for currency, but these items were difficult to transport, and except for the wool, had a short shelf life. Then my practical mother conceived, not another child, but a plan to bottle and sell pure Pecatonica river water to clueless tourists.

Gradually this business lifted us from abject poverty to only modest poverty. Unfortunately  during my teens, the demand for Pecatonica bottled water (hereafter referred to as PBW), dried up, and I was cast into the world to fend for myself. With only the clay on my boots, and a few leftover cases of PBW, I hopped a slow freight train in search of work. The cities and towns swept before me. Graft and corruption, religious intolerance, ignorance, bigotry and famine abounded during the dark years of the 70’s.

Then hearing of good jobs to be had in the mines of far off Mineral Point, I arrived there one promising spring, to find the mines closed. Realizing I had been duped, I sought shelter in the shadowy, and somewhat accepting community of potters, jewelers  and artists In Mineral Point; all of whom were engaged in the selling, and trading of pottery,  jewelry, and art to one another (and the occasional unsuspecting visitor).

This is the place for me, I thought, and selling my last cases of PBW, I amassed a small sum of cash, and using the very clay still on my boots, fashioned a crude pot, which I signed, and traded for lodging, at the then defunct globe hotel.

I gradually learned the pottery trade. Competition was friendly but fierce among the scores of potters in the area, and when my idea for a line of clay shoes and clothing proved unworkable and uncomfortable, I gave up the dream of being an artist, and took up the trade of stone-masoning.

Now you may ask, isn’t stone-masoning a harsh, brutish, mind numbing life – which saps a person’s spirit, causes him to drink and swear to excess, and creates a generally, sour attitude toward life? Yes, this would seem to be the case.

So now, fast forward to the present. Sitting at the curb in front of the now, grandly restored Globe Hotel, with a numb mind, broken spirit, and sour attitude toward life, Arlene Byrne drives up to show me a crude pottery bowl she had purchased at a high end resale shop in a large metropolitan area.

Crudely inscribed on its base were the words “Mineral point”, “rls” and “1974”.  She asked if I knew anything about it. Well did I?  It was my very first pot made with clay from my muddy boots upon my arrival in Mineral Point so many years ago, and if that is not a sign of something, I don’t know what is.

I told her the sad tale of my sordid past, the failures, the dreams and humiliations. She urged me to. “Man up”, to stop the hate, and to begin to use what little life I have left, to make more pottery, which I understand is in short supply due to the retirement of so many over the hill 1960’s artists.

Arlene is allowing me to demonstrate the timeless art of wheel-thrown pottery, and show some of my recent work at The Pear on Gallery Night, April 2, 2016.  I hope it works out,  If not, maybe I’ll try writing fictional short stories.

Looking forward to seeing you there,

Roland Sardeson

 Roland with lifeboard 2