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#1234: Willa Cather to Zoë Akins, September 9 [1934]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ Dearest Zoë1;

I've had a lovely cool summer here on this green spot in the North Atlantic3. The winter was not so good. Early in February I tore the big tendon of my left wrist, the one that controls the thumb, and had my hand strapped motionless to a thin board night and day for three months. I was on the last part of my book4 just then, and had to stop work for three months. I had to over tax my right hand so much that (just dressing, taking my bath etc with only one hand) that I was forbidden even to write letters. By the end of April I was able to work again, so I stayed on in town5 until the middle of July and finished that con- founded book. I've read the galley proofs up here, and think rather better of it than I did when I was writing it. It will not be out as a book until a year from now, however, as I am going to serialize6 it in the "Woman's Home Companion"7, beginning April 1st. As you know I don't like serializing, but just now I want to make as much money as I honorably can to help my friends in the West and to recover from some bad investments.

Yes, the poor middle West has been hard hit8, my dear. Two of my oldest friends9 in Red Cloud10 simply died of it; 42 consecutive days with the thermometer from 110 to 117, and no rain at all for more than a year—no gardens, no pasture.

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No, one can't help the shiftless in one's own family, Zoë. It's worse than useless. But there are a lot of farmer people out there who have worked like dogs all their lives, them I can help, and its a joy to do it. These are people like "Antonia"11 and her sons who have put their whole willing and naturally joyous lives into that country that which has betrayed in the end.

I've never read "The Old Maid"12, but I'd always rather see a play13 without having read it's source. Perhaps I will get back to New York5 about the time the play arrives there, and I do hope you will come with it. Sometime I am going to see you at Green Fountains14, though you and the Menuhins15 are the only pep people on earth I would ever visit.

Now a whole troop of whales, real live whales, are performing in such a spectacular manner just underneath my front yard, that I must go and look at them. I love this pin-point in the North Atlantic—something about it that tones me up. The older I grow the less I care for the hot colored South that used to pull me so hard.

Love to you my dear, and success and light-heartedness. Willa.

After Sept 15 my address will be The Shattuck Inn16 Jaffrey, New Hampshire17