# Correspondence with Edith Maryon 1912–1924

## GA 263 — 10 August 1923, Hildesheim

### Letter from Edith Maryon

Edith Maryon to Rudolf Steiner

Sculptor's Studio, Goetheanum  
Dornach near Basel, 10 Aug. 1923

Dearest and most esteemed teacher,

Today a great joy! Two clippings from the Yorkshire Post, 6 and 7 August, the second a report of your lecture on Monday, the other something about Miss Mellifant's speech. The first lecture is again seen from a different point of view; they will be so interesting, I envy the audience! Hopefully the Yorkshire Postman is sitting diligently at every lecture! I am not sending the cutting, because I am sure you have the whole paper. Countess Hamilton received a postcard, and she lent it to me. What a curious thing it is! On it there is a hideous locomotive painted black, green and red, and at the top the inscription “Just arrived in Ilkley”. There is a slit at the bottom, you open it up and out of the monster's belly it spits out a long strip of paper with 12 small pictures of Ilkley printed on it. So now I know a little bit of what you see every day. Unfortunately, I had to give the beast [postcard] back.

What is it like in Ilkley now? As hot as here? And are the rooms and food satisfactory?

Here you pick the blackberries from the hedge, a number of people are busy doing this and you can hear vowels in all keys as the strong blackberry thorns defend their fruit. Even Erbsmehl's son has left a piece of his “bottom” on the thorns and it looks a bit strange.

On Friday it was much too hot, even worse at night. On Saturday morning there was a small storm, and then it got a bit cooler, so that one could recover from the heat. Today, Sunday, it is cooler and very nice. No news since the letter from Thursday. Mrs. Finckh was very nice and sent me two newspaper clippings.

I hope you are well? Are you very busy? Please let me know how you are.

Today I had a strange dream, I have written it down and will show it to you when you return.

With my very best thoughts and wishes,

Edith Maryon

Has The Snow finally arrived?