On letterhead featuring his personal red tree woodcut design, Ausable Forks, with three typed envelopes (one featuring his "on Earth Peace" dove stamp; addressed variously: Mrs. Marion William Edgerton, Mrs. Marian Rigg Edgerton and Mrs. H. C. Foley; one torn open; usual postmarks; minor wear). Mostly relating to his travels in the Soviet Union, touching briefly upon artistic, political, personal and social endeavors: "[14 July 1959] ... In a few days we go abroad again --this time first to Vienna, where, along with, 1 must admit, such distinguished Russians as Ulanova, Shostakovich, Oistakh, Gilels and maybe others, and a number of worth-while men and women of other nationalities (I will be the only American) I am to serve on the Fine Arts jury of the great Youth Festival. The Festival will be attended by talented delegations of Youth from virtually every country in the world --even, and despite the displeasure of our State Department, America. . .. It happens that in Rumania, at a certain institution there, they have discovered the nearest thing to a Fountain Of Youth. I think of going there to quaff it. And if I do, look outL ..." ; "[12 Jan. 1960] ... I am delighted that you want some peace seals. . .. It is a hopeful year for peace, and you had better be on the alert to shut your eyes and ears to the Russian arts, for we are going to see more and more of them in this country. Maybe they will help drive our Micky Spi11anes under cover --and I don't mean book covers. . .. It has been far too cold for me to try my wings, because if I am to model myself on the classic cupids I would of course have to fly around naked. But I guess the cupids, or angels, are hidden from mortal eyes. At least I haven't seen any yet. ..." "[14 March 1960] .... [W]e have just been invited by the Ambassador to attend the gala opening of the Georgian Dancers at the Metropolitan Opera House this coming Sunday .... [W]e made another trip to New York, this one two weeks ago. . .. I had to chair a luncheon affair, and because of the overflow subscription to it, a dinner right upon its heels. Going through the same performance twice on the same day is thoroughly nauseating ...."; and "[6 Feb. 1961] ... [W]e had a wonderful time in the Soviet Union and ... we have had a hell of a time ever since trying not only to catch up with the accumulation of mail that awaited us but keep pace with the deluge of fan mail from Russia that keeps pouring in. This prophet is certainly not without honor somewhere. . .. [I]f I am too late now to wish you a happy New Year, I can at least wish you a happy ten months and twenty-three days of this hopeful year of 1961 --hopeful in that we haven't Nixon as President...."