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#1601: Willa Cather to Viola Roseboro', December 18, 1942

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ Dear Miss Roseboro'1:

I have been thinking a lot about you lately, though I have just lately come back to town2 after a long stay at the Williams Inn, Williamstown, Massachusetts3. And do you know why I selected that place to go when I was still very weak and sick4? Well, one reason was that it was only four hours from New York - a special train runs for students5 once a week - - every Saturday. That was the practical reason,. bBut the compelling reason was that, long ago, Kittie Hall6 told me what pleasant vacations she and Mr. Brownell7 had spent at the Williams Inn. I think she said that Mr. Brownell was a Williams man. A word that one remembers from a person whom one admired, is much more persuasive than things one happens to hear from doctors and nurses.

The weather wasn't very good for my purpose. It rained a great deal and I had little opportunity to be out-of-doors in the sun, but nevertheless I enjoyed my stay there, and merely the connection that it had with the Brownells made it seem to touch one's own personal life a little. Miss Lewis8 went with me, and we both remember Williams Inn with pleasure, in spite of the weather. The college boys I found delightful fellows. I was registered at the inn as Miss Carter and got by successfully, except for being bawled out by the college librarian9 and persistently followed by a professor10 from Virginia11. He wrote me afterward that he had recognized me by my accent! And here I had been thinking all these years that I had successfully lost it. He comes, however, from Shepherdstown12, near Winchester13, in that little portion of "the Valley" where people do speak a good deal alike.

Don't try to answer this. I simply want to greet you because I have been thinking of you so often. I am not very strong as yet, but I have come up from one hundred and ten pound to one hundred and fifteen, which is a good beginning. ⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩I have been leading a life almost as quiet and retired as your own. It seemed as if my nerves and the inside of me needed a long rest, and I have really enjoyed my solidtude.

Lovingly yours, Willa Cather

Only victories in Africa14 can make Christmas happy for any of us.