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EDITH GREGOR HALPERT, Director, THE DOWNTOWN GALLERY
SUMMER ADDRESS - NEWTOWN, CONNECTICUT
TELEPHONE NEWTOWN 241-R 13

July 31, 1944

Dear Bob:

Who said vacation? I am wearing my fingers down to the bone typewriting, and developing a permanent twitch operating an old fashioned telephone instrument. In between, I pick Japanese beetles, weed the Victory garden, supervise Adam's activities, rake wind-burned leaves, burn refuse, market, call for and deliver guests, etc.... But it is cool, and I don't have to talk all day. Also, I have a maid, who earns more than I do, and does very little, and makes me feel very fortunate just the same.

To come down to Mr. Rockefeller's proof of legitimacy, if he refused it once, it seems foolish to offer it to him again, even with a more personal touch. Furthermore, I did not see the certificate, and can't very well go into raptures about it. So let's skip it. For a few bucks, it ain't wuth bothering. He is not running for office and needs no evidence.

I am glad that your house affairs are settled. I am still dangling in mid air, manipulated by two banks, agents, a landlord and what-not. But I refuse to worry about it any longer. This place is delightful, and I can always settle down here, with a folk-art gallery in the barn, and a modern gallery on Main Street in Newtown proper. I wish you could come up to see the retreat. I can always meet a train, on a marketing day.

Cheerio.

Sincerely,
Edith