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(The envelope object for tonight was a card sent to Jane by Caroline Keck, conservator of paintings for the Brooklyn Museum, in 1964. See page 230.

(See page 230. The object is a card, blank on the reverse side, written to Jane by Caroline Keck, conservator of the Brooklyn Museum; it was mailed to Jane in early August, along with a copy of the book, Is Your Contemporary Painting More Temporary Than You Think? and a mimeographed list of various addresses furnishing technical help and supplies regarding the conservation of paintings. The list was also compiled by Caroline Keck; the book by Louis Pomerantz.

(“Black print or lettering or writing in a right hand corner, extending outward toward the center.” See page 230. Jane said this data is correct, in that it referred to the Brooklyn Museum and Caroline Keck by name on the object, in the upper left corner. To Jane, this reading matter does project toward the center of the object.

(“A framework within a framework.” Somewhat vague, but we believe legitimate. Jane said the Kecks worked with frames and pictures while at the gallery in July 1964. A painting could be a framework, fitting within another framework—the frame. Could also be a generalization, referring to either the Arnot Gallery here in Elmira, or the Brooklyn Museum mentioned on the object, or both.

[...] As stated, the object is the front page of the announcement of the marriage of my brother Loren’s daughter, Linda, to Dennis Murray of Brooklyn, NY. [...]

(“An entrance,” Linda, a Protestant, married a Catholic in a Brooklyn church. [...]

[...] My brother and his wife traveled to Brooklyn by bus to attend the marriage. [...]

[...] She had had no idea that Elmira was so far from Brooklyn!

“Brooklyn?” I nearly dropped the phone. [...]

(The session was also witnessed by Estelle and Dave Craig, 1750 E. 21st Street, Brooklyn, New York. [...]

[...] The envelope enclosed a letter from Doug’s recently married sister Linda, who now lives in Brooklyn, NY. [...]

[...] During the trip, at an altitude of no more than 600 feet, she thus flew over many of the docks, piers and shipyards lining the Brooklyn waterfront. [...]

[...] At suppertime that night I received a telephone call from Ed Robbins, an old friend I’d gone to art school with in Brooklyn, New York before World War II. [...]