Friday, August 9, 2019
Dear Phyllis,...an amusing anecdote:
It was about 45 years ago at Bucks Rock Camp, Milford (?not sure), Conn.
It was festival day, the end of the camp season when the campers display their art work, and then left for home.
One or two of your children were also in the sculpture class as our son, Mark.
The year before I had rented a U-Haul at Mark's request in order to bring home his work, and when we arrived, he had nothing (a sad story at the time).
Ergo, the following year I did not rent a U-Haul, so of course he had a lot of large pieces to take home.
I turned to Mel and asked if he had room. He was gallant tho wondering how he was going to fit in the pieces your children had. As Mel and Al struggled to do this, you and I sat on the curb watching. I recall you asked, "How can you be so calm". Oh, my dear, I wasn't! It was churning. I've told the story often.
And so, we have reached our 90's. I hope Mel's passing was painless and as easy as possible for you and your family. Please accept my condolences.
Sincerely, Fran Davis
