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#1488: Willa Cather to Carrie Miner Sherwood, September 4 [1933]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My Dear Carrie1;

There are few things that would give me so much pleasure as a letter from you. I shall be here for two or three weeks longer. Can’t you manage it? There is scarcely a day goes by that I do not rejoice in the fact that you went abroad4 when you did, before all this hate broke loose in Europe5 and all these hard times came on us at home. Did John6 go7 to the Chicago8 fair9? I have not heard from Irene10 since she went out to Red Cloud11 last fall12. I’ve had a splendid summer, but have not worked hard as I meant to do. I felt too hungry for the out-of-doors. Virginia13 spent her vacation with me and we took some splendid long tramps along the sea. She wasn’t well this winter. The behavior14 of her family15 seemed to break her spirit a little—a good deal. I hate to see the young ones lose their hopefulness. For [illegible]. How silly! As if most young people, who are not conceited, aren’t ‘brought down’ soon enough. And Virginia is not conceited; [illegible]. Well, if we live long enough we see plenty of trouble, don’t we? But I must not write in that strain—It’s a lovely world, and there is lots of generosity and even nobility in it, one must not forget that.

Many loving thoughts go to you with this letter. Both you and Mary16 are almost constantly in my thoughts and heart when the anniversary of mother's17 death comes round.

Devotedly always Willie