Cable retired in 1949 and moved to California where she died in 1960. Her pioneering attitude and seemingly tireless efforts as seen in her correspondence, presentation of papers, exhibitions, research, demonstrations, teaching, and pottery reflect the spirit of North Dakota. Her actions and images provide an opportunity to explore a part of North Dakota's youthful past and are not only insightful, but also inspirational. Cable used the potter, the wheel, and the clay to make visual images and her integration of them in her writing and presentations, offered them as metaphors about life. Cable's poem, "The Song of the Pot," a rather folksy effort, exemplifies a warmth and passion that personifies Margaret Kelly Cable herself.
THE SONG OF THE POT
MARGARET KELLY CABLE
I am a lucky little lump of North Dakota clay,
My heart is filled with gladness,
And I sing a song all day,
For a potter found me worthy of his very finest ware,
And fashioned me upon his wheel
With tender loving care.
With the magic of his fingers gave me form and life and soul,
Transformed me from a shapeless clod
Into a flower bowl.
And as I hold within my arms a prairie rose bouquet
I bless the hand that made me
All from North Dakota Clay.