My family and co-workers will attest that I have periods of clumsiness. Sometimes the incidents are resolved with a bandage and other times, not. After a recent ice-related fall, several doctors and X-rays, a removable brace, two fiberglass casts, and restrictions to not lift anything heavier than a toothbrush, I’m on the mend.
As I flip through carbon copies of old, typewritten letters, I am in awe. Why are these letters – among hundreds – part of the Leigh Yawkey Woodson Art Museum’s collection? The correspondence between artist Don Richard Eckelberry and his many friends and colleagues accompanies thousands of the artist’s watercolors and sketches, thanks to the bequest of the late artist’s wife. One of my first internship projects is to help preserve these letters written throughout the early years of World War II until 2001. I’m pleasantly surprised to be working with such important, historical items in addition to artwork.