a child in the 1930's, playing on the banks of the Conwy River
in Wales, I remember the feeling of the soft clay between my toes.
It felt like satin, and left an indelible memory. Little did I
know at the time, a quarter of a century later, I would find myself
on the other side of the Atlantic playing with clay on a potter's
1958 after leaving my professional nursing career in Ann Arbor,
I moved to East Lansing where my time was spent raising four sons.
Looking for an outlet from total immersion in domestic life, I
was fortunate to read in the local Towne Courier of a group planning
to meet at the EL public library to discuss starting a Potters'
Guild. I joined in that discussion and became a charter member
of the Guild in 1969.
work is in porcelain and stoneware, making functional and non-functional
ware, layering glazes to create depth and color, and at the same
time working in a series until the original idea and theme has