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#1102: Willa Cather to Helen McNeny Sprague, March 20 [1932]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My Dear Helen1;

We have had all our winter since I got back! I don't mind—I like a long, cold spring. I was so glad to get your letter, and to hear that your father3 and Louise4 had been punished for laughing at us. I hope they got good and cold, too!

I've been going to lots of concerts and operas since my influenza left me. I do 2 hope we can hear some music together some day. I'd love to take you to some of my favorite operas. I've not seen as much of Virginia5 as usual, though we manage to get together once a week, at least. Tonight she is to dine with me at Sherry's6. Last Saturday we lunched together and went shopping.

Oh Helen I am in dispair about the Lindbergh's7 baby8! I don't believe they will ever see it again. The New Jersey9 & New York10 police magnates 3 meet and "deplore the situation" and then go out to lunch. If I were the Lindberghs, I'd just go and live in another country where the right to privacy is recognized. Here they steal your baby and ruin your life and trample on all your decent feelings.

Don't you let anybody kidnap young Sprague11 when he arrives. I'll be awfully keen about him, and I know you'll bring him up in a natural, easy, unsentimental way, without making a martyr of yourself or a victim of him. Oh these pale, wistful looking plants that have grown up under the shadow off of the heavy-weight "mother love" pose! You weren't brought up that way, and that was why you were such a dear child and such a pleasure to us all.

With love to you & your mother12 Willa Cather