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#2379: Willa Cather to Margaret Cather Shannon, October 16 [1942]

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L.G. TREADWAY, Managing Director JOHN F. TREADWAY, Resident Manager Williams Inn
A "Treadway Inn"
WILLIAMSTOWN, MASS.
"Real New England Inns" My Dear Little Margaret;1

I have been here now for one week. Quiet college town—nothing but college3 and houses, no shops. One has to go to North Adams4 to buy anything.

Good hotel, good food and wonderful milk; from cows not from the grocer's! I hope to pick up a few pounds. All food has been hateful to me since July 24th5, but here I get really hungry and want my dinner.

I haven't heard from your father6 for many weeks. Sometimes I worry and am afraid he may be ill. Meta7 has never written me since I have been an a "post-operative." I wish she would. Yesterday I walked half a mile in the lovely autumn sunshine and was very much encouraged.

I am registered here as
Winifred Carter (CARTER)
Hor Horrid name, but all feminine names beginning with W are horrid. In a college town I can't very well use my own name—this is an all-year–open in and a dozen of the Professors live here. This hotel sits right in the campus. The students are just back. One nice senior caught me studying the stained glass in the chapel8. He asked if I were not I in such a nice way that I admitted it. He promised not to give me away, and I'm really sure he won't.

Please let Winifred Carter know how you are, dear. I have no Miss Bloom9 here, and I shan't write letters until I rise above above one hundred and ten pounds—ridiculous weight for me!

Lovingly Your Aunt Willie
or
Winnie!!
"Real New England Inns"