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#1532: Willa Cather to Harriet Fox Whicher, March 5, 1941

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My dear Mrs. Whicher1:

I am so sorry that I was in the hospital when you came down to New York2 to hear Yehudi4's recital5. I did hear the recital, because his mother6 called for me and took me and my nurse to our own box, where I could sit comfortably with my bandaged arm in its sling. That recital was the only one in which Yehudi has ever disappointed me a little. Was it, I wonder, merely because I was worn out with the trouble of going to the concert when I would have preferred to be in bed? At any rate, Yehudi disappointed me a little, for the first time.

I am at home7 again now, but my right hand8 is utterly useless, and from the tooth-brush-before-breakfast, all through the day I find my left hand a miserable substitute. Now that your wonderful Boston9 orthopedist, Dr. Frank Ober10, has begun to take care of my hand, I begin to hope for an ulimate recovery. He comes down to New York once a month to watch over his patients here. (Lest this hand may sound mysterious, I must confess that it all came from my neglect of a sprained tendon in my thumb. From the first I fancied it would be put into a splint, so I went on writing letters that seemed to me very important until, after some days of steady penmanship, the confounded thing became so very painful that I had to go to my doctor and give up everything which one does with the right hand.)

I hope for a long visit with you, when I can hear all about Stephen11's wedding and his wife12, and all about Jack13's doings, which are sure to be interesting.

Affectionately yours, WILLA CATHER
Per S.J. Bloom14 Secretary
Willa Cather
(Left Hand
Dictated by Miss Cather
Mrs. George Whicher1, Amity Street, Amherst3, Massachusetts. NEW YORK. N.Y.2 MAR 9 1941 10-PM