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#1159: Willa Cather to Carrie Miner Sherwood and Mary Miner Creighton, January 31 [1933]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ Dear Carrie3 and Mary4;

Your two letters were the very nicest Christmas presents I had. They are still on my desk, in a pigeon hole marked "very personal",—where very few letters go. I like to read them over occasionally when I am feeling low in mind. 2 Oh how I wish the two of you could see our new apartment5! All our friends say it is a "glorified Bank street6." All the old things, with some really lovely new ones. You see good furniture has never been so cheap before—about 60 percent of what it used to be. We have five large rooms, a great big kitchen with windows, and a large butler's pantry between the kitchen & ding dining room.


It took me two months of hard work to get it settled—hall carpet fitted, book cases built in etc—and I had to do nearly all of it as there was such pressure of work in Edith's7 office that she could help me very little. But it is a great joy to have a place of my own again, with all my dear things.

I worked hard to get the biggest part of the shopping done before Yehudi Menuhin8 4 and his family9 arrived from Paris10. Edith and I went to his sixteenth birthday dinner last week, and on Saturday night he and his family are to dine here with us. We have our French Josephine11 of long ago, so I can promise them a good dinner. The boy grows more beautiful as an artist and a human being all the time. Now I hear Josephine in the kitchen, and I must help her un-frost the frigidair!

With devoted love to you both Willa