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#1146: Willa Cather to Zoë Akins, December 31 [1932]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My Darling Zoë1;

On Christmas eve, when the two little nieces3 were sitting before the fire and the new apartment4 was trimmed with old greens, Josephine5 (the same old Josephine) came in bearing a tall tree all blossoming with spring, and announced "un pommier, mademoiselle. Il faut faire les apple-pies!"6 Thorley7 must have sent the best he had for you, and the sudden advent of such a spring-time thing had something quite magical about it. There was just the right place for it, against my new french damask curtains, of which I am awfully proud. It is just as graciously blooming on New Year's eve as it 3 was on Xmas eve, and I know you'd be glad for all the pleasure I've had from it.

Yes, the same Josephine! You must remember her, the big frenchwoman who was such a good cook. Last winter I heard by chance that her husband8 was very ill and her two daughters out of work, so I sent her a check to cover hospital expenses. When I took this apartment I sent for her to help me arrange things. She has not been in service since she left me, but she says she'd like to stay on, and God grant she may continue to feel thus. Such food, my dear, as she gives me! It's very amusing—I find I learned most everything in "Shadows on the Rock"9 from five years of Josephine! And I, conceited donkey, found that ⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ knowledge of pots and pans there in my head when I needed it (french pots and pans, which are very different) and I never gave a thought as to why I found myself able to write about french household economics with ease and conviction.

Well, tomorrow begins a new year. I wish you might have had it with your Hugo10, dear Zoe. But really, our measurements of time are foolish—correct for business offices only—In our real, personal lives a week is often longer than ten years. I remember one summer that was longer than the twenty-five years that have followed it. Personal life can't be measured by the calender. So I wish you a New Year full of growth and the best things that help one over hard places.

Lovingly Willa
Mrs. Hugo Rumbold1 Green Fountains Brigden Road Pasadena11 California (California) NEW YORK, N.Y. STA. Y2 JAN 1 1933 2 PM Air Mail