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#1324: Willa Cather to Zoë Akins, August 30 [1936]

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Dear Zoë1

Thank you with all my heart for writing me about Jobyna3. I hadn't heard of her death4 and might not have heard for months. O Zoe, don't you sometimes wish we had been born in a kinder and less "progressive" age than this, when people lived closer together and stayed at home more and had a deeper and less scattered life? So many sad and bitter things are happening to my old friends in Nebraska5 that I can't feel very happy. I can send them canned fruit and vegetables and checks to buy clothes and fuel, but I can't bring their dead trees and ruined pasture lands back to life. There five terrible years of utter drouth and frightful heat have ruined their farms and their health. In my own town6 two months when the heat did not drop below 100 for a single day, and went as high as 117, usually about 110! I feel wicked to be up here in this green flowery island2 in the north and to be wearing sweaters almost every day. Since I wrote you I've not been awfully well, but I think it's worry about my old friends that takes the energy out of me. Keep well, my dear, and enjoy life—as you have a blessed gift for doing. One's life is all one has, and I want yours to be long and happy. You'll miss Jobyna, but I'm so glad she died on an up-grade and never went all to pieces as I had a fear she might do. And to think of her business affairs being in good order! Jobyna was always wiser wiser than she let on to be—except about alcohol. Why do people guzzle, when a little wine is so good?

This is not a letter, dear, but a note to thank you for writing me at once. These days I dread a pen like a red hot poker.

Lovingly Willa
Mrs. Hugo Rumbold1 2041 Brigden Boulevard Pasadena7 California U. S. A. By Air