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[...] Today, also, Jane received a letter from her father, who lives in Florida. [...]

[...] Marathon, Florida. [...]

[...] February 19, 1972, Marathon, Florida. [...]

(Over the weekend Jane’s father and his companion, Midge, stopped by in Elmira on their way to Florida for the winter. [...]

(After lunch today Jane and I were visited by our old friend David Yoder, who’s been in Florida recuperating from the heart bypass surgery he underwent early this year.¹ David brought news that was at first startling, then quickly developed into several conflicting emotions and ideas for us: He’d just learned from a relative of hers that a few weeks ago Mrs. Steffans [not her real name], the wife of the couple we’d purchased the hill house from in March 1975, had committed suicide at her home in a Western state while her husband was away on a business trip.

[...] Perhaps someday you will bring a handful of sand back from a Florida beach. [...]

[...] They reached Florida, but not inland in this country... [...]

(Van Zandt, who earlier had said he doesn’t use Florida citrus juices, was relating Seth’s comments about Anita Bryant to Jane.

[...] It grew out of Tropical Storm Agnes — which, somewhat ironically, had lost its hurricane status by the time it began its erratic course up the East Coast from Florida. [...]

He also felt, as mentioned earlier, that emotionalism on his part brought you ill fortune in Florida. [...]

Getting a divorce in New York State was difficult in the 1950s, but easy to achieve in Florida. Jane’s father, Del, traveled with his trailer from Los Angeles to meet us in Daytona Beach, Florida; we followed him to Marathon, in the Florida Keys, where we lived with him and Mischa and Del’s Great Dane, Boo, in that wonderful climate while Jane put in the required few weeks of residency that Florida divorce law required. [...]

[...] His mother Margaret retired to Florida after the death of her husband Joe. [...]

[...] Her married name is Marie Sterrett, of Boynton Beach, Florida.

[...] In Florida he thought seriously of living there to make a move, but nothing came of it. [...]

(We have been recently planning that I am to leave my job at Artistic at the end of January, and take at least a year to paint, etc., after a month’s trip to Florida in February. [...]

[...] Because of your age difference he took it for granted that you knew more than he, and when he had pushed you to Florida it had not worked. [...]

[...] You remembered being in Florida—the tempera episode —when you were supposed to be starting an enterprise with Crowder, and at that particular emotional level it seemed to you that you had made few inroads since —and again, you disapproved. [...]

[...] I was also aware that both the train and the barrack were dreams, and that my body was in the chilly tent at Leesburg, Florida.’

[...] They show a beautiful woman wearing a bathing suit, standing on a beach in Florida.

[...] Marie’s married name is: Marie Sterrett, of Boynton Beach, Florida.)

[...] Many of his Florida contortions had to do with a simple need, basic for him, having to do with space, orderliness and privacy. [...]