In Class

pottery class
Ed Scheier (middle) with pottery students, 1950
Photo: Richard Merritt, ©UNH

"I luckily enrolled in the Scheier pottery class my sophomore year at UNH. Not only was I introduced to the art of pottery, but I had the opportunity to work with extremely talented and modest people."

"When it came time to teach us how to use the potter's wheel, Mr. Scheier stood observing us as we unsuccessfully tried to REASON how to center a lump of clay. "You musn't THINK about it, you must FEEL it," Mr. Scheier explained. That puzzled me a lot at the time, but it is probably one of the best lessons I've had."

"We all had our moments of frustration when something didn't turn out right. The student who sat next to me was making a set of dishes and was upset because she couldn't get the plates to come out the same size. Mr. Scheier smiled his little smile and told the story of the woman who had a baby and loved it, but when all her other children were born she threw them away because they didn't match the first."

A student commenting on her post-UNH years, "I taught a few pottery classes and took some instruction too. But no amount of involvement in potting elsewhere can compare to the times spent for four years in the Scheier pottery classes. There was just something very special about that wonderful couple, and their 'children'."

"When I think about the humor that pervaded Mr. Scheier's classroom, I think it was a way of quietly communicating…of recognizing one another as precious and unique individuals."

"There were small clay human figures, presumably made by Mr. Scheier, on the shelf where our pottery sat waiting to dry. One afternoon we stayed after class, fashioned a windowshade cord into a hangman's noose, and hanged one of the little people. Why did we do this? Were we breaking free of all authority? Were we proving we weren't nice people after all? I have no idea. But I do know that the next day when we came to class that poor little dead man was lying face up in a tiny clay coffin and I was both amused and sad."

"My three semesters of pottery with the Scheiers were some of the very best times of my life."