#2355: Willa Cather to Elizabeth Cather, February 13 [1938]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My Darling Elizabeth;1

Well, I have one consolation: if you are to live in Detroit4 you will be comparatively near me. I'm sure you wouldn't marry Lynn5 unless you really wanted to live with him, and I know you'll make any good man a good wife. I hope he is not too much limited by science and general utility. The several young engineers I have known were very successful—in everything but living. To me, at least, their lives seemed very bleak, and their houses were like like offices where one slept: Prepared foods and sectional bookcases—the latter filled with the Geographical Magazine6 and detective stories.

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But there are some grand exceptions (exceptions are nearly always fine), so if you ever meet Alec Dow7 of Buffalo8, introduce yourself to him as my niece and give him my love. I love him and his family and home, and the only reason I don't accept the long-standing invitation to visit them again is that I there is not enough of me to do the things I'd like to do. Lynn must know all about Dow—electrical engineers everywhere do.

Please let me know the day and hour of your wedding, and where the Cathers will be stopping in Boulder9.

I've had a rather bad attack of influenza for the last three weeks, but Yehudi10 and his dear, dear sisters11 have done so much to make the time go pleasantly. The day before they sailed for England12 (Feb. 12) we had one last walk around 45 the Reservoir13 together, Yehudi bringing in his overcoat pocket cotton to put in my ears and a black patch to protect my inflamed eye from the wind. He had severe illnesses in his childhood (abscesses of the inner ear twice) and a experience of suffering has given him such tact and sympathy with illness as I have not seen elsewhere.

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All these things go toward the making of that golden tone, with its singular warmth and un-sentimental tenderness, which has not its equal upon earth.

My three yellow heads sailed on Saturday (yesterday!) and left a considerable hole in my life, I assure you. If I were hit by an automobile, they would care more than most. I'll write you again, dear, when this lonely feeling is gone.

Your devoted Aunt Willie
Miss Elizabeth Cather1 754 Oak Street COLUSA3 Colusa California NEW YORK, N.Y. STA Y2 FEB 14 1938 1030 AM