'n Gedig · A poem
Die kole haas nie
The coals do not hurry
Die klank van bosveld, see en Karoo — Afrika.
The sound of bushveld, sea and Karoo — Africa.
Die wêreld jaag, die kole haas nie.
The world rushes; the coals do not hurry.
Hier, almal bymekaar, tussen God se skepping,
Here, everyone together, amid God's creation,
het die meetsnoere in lieflike plekke geval.
the boundary lines have fallen in pleasant places.
Wat hier gaar word, bly ná die vuur.
What is cooked here remains after the fire.
Eendag staan die pot nog — vol stories, vol name.
One day the pot will still stand — full of stories, full of names.
Dié erfenis is mooi.This heritage is beautiful.
The lineage
Oupa Lacock’s pots
Dr Carel Lacock
“Oupa Lacock” · 2020
“A country doctor who carried pots between his patients - across the Free State, North West and Namibia.”
Dr Carel Lacock - Oupa to everyone who knew him - was a medical doctor who spent years locuming from town to town across the Free State, North West and Namibia. Long drives, dusty roads, and a boot that always had pots in it. Between patients he sold handmade aluminium pots along the same back roads he travelled to practise. A potjie for a wedding. A flat pot for a new kitchen. He knew the families, and the families knew his pots.
He never called it a business. It was smousing, plain and simple - the old way of trading something good with people you would see again next month. That is why the pots had to be right. You cannot sell a bad pot to the same town twice.
Today his grandson is picking up where Oupa left off - taking the same honest, hand-made pots and turning that legacy into Potties. Same pots, same foundry, same rule about getting it right.
THEN
A locum doctor’s rounds, a boot full of pots, and a handshake across three regions.
NOW
The same pots, the same hands - cast for a new generation of fires.
Richards Bay · KZN
Where it’s made
Cast by the same foundry.
Forty years on, the pots still come from the same foundry on the KwaZulu-Natal coast that cast them for Oupa. Certified aluminium ingots from trusted sources, melted down and poured by hand into sand moulds. No mass production line - each pot is cast, knocked out, trimmed and finished by people who’ve done it for years.
01
Melt
Pure aluminium ingots from trusted sources, fired to a glowing pour.
02
Pour
Hand-poured into a fresh sand mould, one pot at a time.
03
Finish
Trimmed, smoothed and checked by hand before it’s yours.
The story behind the potYour pot
Your pot
has a past.
Before it was a brand it was a boot full of pots on the back roads of the Free State, North West and Namibia. Three generations later it is still the same pot, cast by the same hands.
40+
Years of pots
3
Generations
1
Foundry, by hand
The pot they'll fight over one day
Nobody inherits a frying pan. They do inherit the potjie, because by then it has forty years of Sundays in it. Cast a name into the lid and you decide whose story it becomes.
It gets better with use
A pot that has cooked a hundred potjies is worth more to a family than a new one, and it looks it.
Nothing to wear out
No rust to eat through it, no coating to flake off. It simply keeps working.
A name that stays
Cast into the metal at the foundry, not printed on. It will still be there when your grandchildren use it.
Carry the lineage forward
A hand-made pot, Hand-Cast in South Africa, built to outlive the trends - and maybe even you.