Shortly following my first summer with Tabuteau in 1962, a series of correspondences ensued between the Tabuteau’s and myself that continued right up until his death–and beyond with Mme. Tabuteau. During those inspiring summers in Nice, I often wrote home to my family in Atlantic City relating my Tabuteau experiences which, when read together with the Tabuteau letters, puts into context much of what was transpiring. Fortunately, my parents saved most of the correspondence.

Presented below in sequential order, then, are the letters and cards that the Tabuteau’s sent me, and those between me and my family whenever the Tabuteau’s are referenced. My correspondence has been redacted to include only Tabuteau specific material. M. M.