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Vienna, Oct. 30, 1981.

Dear Tommie:

It was a joy to hear from you again. So often have I thought of those happy days in the Demetrios drawing class. Alas, he, too, has gone beyond, as has everyone belonging to me on the American side of the Atlantic - and my beloved husband here died eight years ago. He was Austrian Consul General in New York, then the Ambassador to the United Nations, and remained in New York during his retirement years as a Special Advisor to the Austrian Delegation as he was a former League of Nations diplomat who knew his way from A to Z around international organizations. Therefore I could continue working eight and nine hours a day in my New York studio - and worked even harder during our marriage as his hours were so long - and sometimes even far into the night at evening meetings. And the real clue to our happiness was, not only my complete freedom to pursue my career, but all this because his father was court painter to the Emperor Franz Joseph as well as to the Empress Elisabeth before her assassination in 1898, so that Franzi grew up in a studio where his father not only did easel paintings, but large murals, too, as well as sculpture commissions. So when he met me in 1949 and first came to my studio, (and his father had died - and the Vienna studio was bombed to bits during the war) Franzi had found his old life again, went around smelling the plastzine, and said he "felt completely at home again"! So it was a beautiful relationship - and a terrible loss to me that he is no longer alive, as it must be to you since Cornelia died. I so often thought of you and know how you must have - felt.

I am now in Vienna to be at the Opening of an