#2341: Willa Cather to Elizabeth Cather and Margaret Cather, [mid-August 1937]

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My Darling Twinnies;1

Yesterday a wild northeaster—wish you could have seen it. Bitter cold, and breakers of black water pounding up on the Giants' Graves7 under a very low black-gray sky. Today, fair and dreanydreamy—all off on boat trips.

I finished the autographs on Friday morning and sent them over to Eastport8 by special messenger (Ralph9!) on Saturday boat. He bore himself like a King's messenger! Hadn't been to Eastport for years. We left the box in back hall, he came for it at six a.m. bore it off without waking us. Took it on boat as personal baggage, got it through American Customs, drove in a taxi to express office at the far end of Eastport, got it on the train for Boston10. Such a proud man he was. Happy thought: if I take Ralph for my errand secretary, then perhaps we may have Willie11 for gardener?

Willie went for Miss Jacobus12 to cut the alder thickets on the Dimple Downs with his double-edged ax. Ax rebounded from a dead alder and cut his knee to the bone. He walked home but was unable to work for some days—lost blood, of course, and such dirty clothes ribi rib rubbing it as he walked home! Inflammation gone, however, and the wound has healed.

I was almost as much disappointed any as you, my dears, about your being shut out of the comfortable Frontenac13. 3 I didn't realize that after prohibition it would be crowded. I should have written the Management two weeks before you went away, and demanded rooms as a personal favor. Ah, I wish you could see Quebec14 in Winter!

I am sending a very interesting book on G. Manan2 on to Colusa15. My hand is still stiff, as you can see—autographing didn't do it any good. I must get a note off to Stephen16 who cabled yesterday from Aix-les Bains17 to know where I am and whether I am ill. So now I must stop this letter. Everyone misses you, my dear children, but no one misses you so much as I do.

Your very loving Aunt.

P. S.

Oh delight! Yesterday Miss Bonnell18 telephoned Gannet Light19 keeper to ask if she might come to spend night first fair day. Keeper replied his wife away on visit for two weeks, and he was afraid Government Inspectors would not approve Bonnell's visit! These are the actual facts. She had engaged motor boat.

From W. S. Cather WHALE COVE GRAND MANAN2 NEW BRUNSWICK CANADA Margaret4 & Elizabeth Cather5 Hotel Hemming Casper6 Wyoming U. S. A. Air Mail, Via Montreal3