“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] For one thing, the number of excellent, well-meaning letters, and the birthday cards (and telegrams) were meant to show Ruburt that he was regarded with affection and honor and not held up in scorn.

[...] No card was enclosed, however. [...]

[...] I answered Christmas cards for half an hour, then worked on Dreams.

[...] It is printed in heavy black type on yellow card stock; the back is blank. [...]

[...] The ticket is printed in bold black type on yellow card stock. [...]

[...] You received the card in a friend’s apartment. [...]

(Peggy and I had a couple of hurried conversations this afternoon, concerning Jane’s condition, and before leaving Peggy had her say to Jane as we sat at the card table. [...]

[...] I moved her chair to the spot at which I sat at the card table, as she directed. [...]

[...] In lesser degree I used to get them when I rode the bus to work at Artistic Card Co. [...]

[...] After supper Jane told me to come out to the card table with the notebook at 8:15. [...]

[...] At 9:26 she asked me to turn off the TV set: I’d had it on to watch the World Series, without sound, glancing at it once in a while from my place at the card table. [...]

[...] She didn’t tell me this or show it to me until I had wheeled her back to the card table. [...]

[...] (Like Artistic Card Company.

(Jane was frightened when her mother read cards or tea leaves. [...]

[...] Card-playing and family games such as Monopoly are actually excellent practices, and play in any form encourages spontaneity and promotes healing and peace of mind.

([Bette:] “But on report cards, right?”)

My dear cousin of Richelieu, you give yourself a report card that I would never give you. [...]

(At the card table in the living room, then:)

[...] As soon as she finished eating she began to nap in her chair as she sat bundled up at the card table in the living room. [...]

[...] Jane said now, smoking a cigarette as I sat with her at the card table. [...]

[...] The basic disappointment with each other colors your perspective when you consider the Artistic Card aspect.

[...] Ruburt’s health, your work, the Artistic Card aspect and all others will fall into line.

[...] Jane was quiet as she sat at the card table in the living room while I worked. [...]

(Cards given to Jane and me at the time show that we received Type I Sabin oral polio vaccine in October 1962, and Type II in November 1962. The card for Type II contained a notice to the effect that information about Type III would be available in the spring of 1963, but if memory serves correctly Type III never was available for public free distribution in this area. [...]

(As far as I know, no such change is contemplated at Artistic Card Co. [...]

[...] Perhaps they involve cards for scoring. [...]

[...] On the way to Jane’s room, I stopped in Surgical 1 to give Georgia the unicorn we’d bought for her yesterday, and the poem Jane had written, which I’d transcribed onto the card we’d also bought. [...]

[...] This reminded me of the bitterly cold days when I did the same thing years ago while working at Artistic Card Company—the job that brought us to Elmira. [...]

(I left work in the writing room at about 8:45 to see how Jane was doing at the card table in the living room. [...]

(At the card table:)

At mid-afternoon yesterday I lay down for a nap on the waterbed, so I could be close to Jane, who sat at the card table. [...]

[...] She still sat at the card table, of course. [...]