If you are familiar with my father's line of snowmen from New Geneva Stoneware, then you will recognize this guy! He stands 8" tall and has a holly leaf on his hat and cloth scarf.
Growing up in the 1950's in the village of McClellandtown, PA was a magical time for a small boy. Every house had a barn, filled with treasures from the previous century. "Antiques" as we call them today, were common, and to be snickered at as "silly old junk" by most. Most, that is, except that one small boy. Next door was what had been a prosperous general store for this booming rural community at the turn of the century. The store's barn and attic were crammed full with unsold merchandise from long ago.
One day the small boy was summoned by the last living descendant of the once prosperous merchantile family to the backyard of the old Victorian mansion. "Catch! These are for you!" the kind old lady called out as one by one, she tossed a half dozen identical pieces of "silly old junk" from the attic window to the small boy below. They were made of papier mache, and made the three-story flight to the ground below without damage. Once, they had been filled with candy and were sold, or in this case, no sold, in the general store. The small boy was delighted as one by one he was surrounded by these mid-summer snow sculptures.
This snowman is a duplicate of those iconic candy containers, one of which was the basis for the mold used to produce this stoneware model.
And yes, my dad was, and still is, that very lucky small boy. He hopes you enjoy my interpretation of an old classic.