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(But July 17, Thursday, he was with an associate who did have an accident. He and his boss, Cove Hoover, were driving home from a yearly outing for newspaper staff on Seneca Lake; Bill driving. They were worried about Art Kendall who was in no shape to drive, so they followed Kendall’s car out of Watkins Glen. Kendall leaves main road and takes a country road that parallels Route 14 from Watkins Glen to Horseheads—he guns car. Bill is afraid to drive too fast—as road is full of curves, so Kendall’s car speeds out of sight. On a hunch Bill turns off on Chambers Road, Horseheads. There is a heavy low fog. They find Kendall’s car finally in a ditch. It had swirled around in road and landed there. Bill said that he probably would have been involved if he continued speeding after Kendall’s car to catch him. Kendall wasn’t hurt though. [Rob: Please see a NY-state road map.]

5. Gardner Road mentioned—no, incident on Chambers Road, however, this is in same area: both in Horseheads [?] [Rob: Watkins Glen north, Elmira south.]

(Jane had an image of a photo of the two of us, taken at Enfield Glen. Remember that she wanted to go to the Glen on July 15, rather than to the lumberyard in Wellsburg to buy Masonite. No photos of us have been taken at the Glen in recent years. Also, the Glen idea links up with the proprietor of the lumberyard, Glenn M. Schuyler.

[...] Jane said then that the connection referred to Enfield Glen, which we visited three times during our vacation from July 9-17. [...] Jane recalled that she had wanted to visit the Glen instead of drive to Wellsburg. The connection would be the Glen, where there is a beautiful pool and stream, leading to stern “as a ship.”

[...] In addition the first name of the owner of the lumberyard in Wellsburg, which furnished the object, is named Glenn; associating thus with Enfield Glen, or Robert H. Treman State Park near Ithaca, NY.

[...] This could stem from the wells in Wellsburg, as explained earlier, or from the fact that Jane would have preferred going to Enfield Glen to swim, instead of buying Masonite. [...]

^* Enfield Glen is the local name for Robert Treman State Park. [...] The beautiful Glen is the first place I took her to after our engagement in 1955.

[...] As stated Jane and I visited Enfield Glen, or Robert Treman State Park, three times—July 12 for Tuesday, July 14 for Thursday, and July 16 for Saturday. [...] The above data concerns our visit to Enfield Glen on Saturday, July 16.

(“A connection with a flower or flowers”, immediately reminded Jane of our visits to Enfield Glen, or Robert Treman State Park. [...]

[...] And again, the link here being parking tickets for both our July 12 and July 16 visits to Enfield Glen/Robert Treman State Park.

[...] We plan to go camping at Enfield Glen, near Ithaca, New York, next week. [...] She then seemed to project—she felt that she was hovering in the air over the Glen campground, which we know so well, and that she was looking down at the darkening green trees as they would appear at the present time—at about dusk.

[...] Now she told me how earlier today she’d imagined herself visiting Enfield Glen.^* She said she did very well thinking of herself walking and climbing around the park and the pool — but then she ended up blue, thinking of all she had to go through yet before she could do those things. [...]

After the first bad bouts for example, when he improved enough to go up and down stairs without even limping, when he was agile enough at least to climb some rocks at the Glen (Enfield, near Ithaca, NY), to swim after being largely incapacitated, you both acted as if the improvements meant nothing, discounted them largely, and concentrated upon those symptoms that did indeed still remain.

The trip to your glen helped Ruburt to an amazing degree, and such small trips are excellent psychic refreshers, and also good for your work. [...]

[...] My mother, who now lives with Dick and his wife and family, made the trip back with Jane and me as far as the parking lot at Enfield Glen, Ithaca, where we met my other brother, Loren. [...]

[...] This one taken in California, and the other one of the two of you, taken at your New York glen, by a picnic table, in which your images are almost hidden by the trees.

(We were on vacation at Enfield Glen from July 19 to 28, and no sessions were held.

(This is a reference to a 400-acre farm our landlord owns near Watkins Glen, NY. [...]

(Note that in first experience I saw similar location [later, in Watkins Glen, NY] but did not participate actively—that is, I did not swim. [...]

(Later again, I had a look at a man in the camping area at Enfield Glen. [...]

(These notes hardly do justice to the string of events that led to Carol and Fred meeting Miss Dineen—from the couple’s leaving Watkins Glen, motoring to Elmira, deciding upon how to find us, asking a policeman finally for directions to a book-store, going to the wrong bookstore—Rubin’s—just as Miss Dineen came out of the religious bookstore almost next door, Miss Dineen first directing them to 458 West Water, then remembering that we’d moved, etc. [...]