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#0916: Willa Cather to Blanche Wolf Knopf, December 31 [1927]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My Dear Blanche1;

What an amazing and magnificent Christmas Box you sent me. The children of the family were all so excited about the box and so thrilled by its contents—so many kinds of food they had never seen before. They all vociferously join me in thanks to you. It has been a fine country Christmas; zero weather, snow, the house3 full of nieces and nephews, my brothers4 from Wyoming5 and California6 dashing on for a few days. Mother7 and father8 are both very well, and all the townspeople have been unusually jolly. I really am a farmer, and this kind of life suits me better than any other. I've got loose from Bank Street9, and I think the next step will be to get away from New York10 altogether.

I shall be here for two or three weeks yet, and then start for Arizona11. I'll telepgraph you when I leave Red Cloud, so until you hear from me please have my letters sent on here

The river is frozen over, and I'm going skating with a lot of youngsters this afternoon—they still do such things here. Altogether, it's like stepping back about twenty years. It's refreshing to find that one can still get so much excitement out of weather and wind and ice and snow.

A Happy New Year to you, dear Blanche, and to Alfred12 and his father13. And my deepest thanks for all the many nice personal things you have done for me in this year of confusion and up-rooting.

Yours W. S. C.