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#1626: Willa Cather to Elsie Field, April 19, 1943

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ Dear Mrs. Field1:

I wis[missing]h you could know how much pleasure it gives me to hear from you. It is, indeed, a very long while since we met, but I remember both you and Mr. Field3 as if we had been together only a year ago. You wrote me such a cordial letter after the publication of "Obscure Destinies"4, and I have always felt that we have more or less been in touch. I did not know of your husband's death, and I find it hard to realize that such a strong and commanding figure could be swept out in a moment. Of course, as you say, we would all like to go in a moment. My father5 went so, but my mother6, after a paralytic stroke, had to bear three years of tedious illness in Pasadena7. During her illness there were always two of her children with her, and I believe she had a great deal of happiness even during those years of illness.

I am much interested to hear that when you left Shepardstown8 you went to see your niece9 married to Lieutenant Cresswell10, whom we have all read about. My twin nieces11 both graduated from college with high honors, married very soon afterward, and both of them now have fine babies12. While they were still in college they spent two wonderful summers with me on the Island of Grand Manan13, in the mouth of the Bay of Funday14. I have a little cottage there. This last autumn when I was spending a few weeks at Williamstown, Massachusetts15, I met a Williams College professor16 who was born in Shepardstown and grew up in the fine old brick house almost opposite the house of ⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ Mrs. Henry Shepard17, who was our very pleasant hostess. He told me that Henry Shepard18 died some years ago, and that Mrs. Shepard married again and now lives in Washington19.

Thank you, Mrs. Field, for telling me about the pleasant place where you are staying in Santa Barbara20. I cannot go to Grand Manan this summer because the war-time food situation there is so bad. I might even suddenly appear at the Hotel Upham this summer. Wouldn't it be delightful if we should meet again? While my mother was ill I spent some weeks at Santa Barbara; not in the town itself, but back on the hills, at an hotel which rented small guest houses. The place was formerly a lemon packing orchard, and I found it very pleasant.

I am sorry not to be writing to you by hand, dear Mrs. Field, but I recently had the bad luck to sprain the tendon21 of the thumb of my right hand and my hand has to be immobilized for the time being. If you should tie your right thumb to a stick for a day, you would find that there is not one of the simplest acts of life you can perform without your right thumb. You simply have to have a personal maid, temporarily, and that is a great nuisance. I can, however, write my signature without a thumb.

Thank you so much for writing to me. Your letter has brought up happy memories.

Faithfully yours, Willa Cather