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#1872: Willa Cather to Elsie Cather, December 22 [1937]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My Precious Sister1;

How kind you were to write me a lovely long letter and tell me all about the ceremony for the windows4, and about the old folks at home! I don't deserve it. But this year I tried to send cards to every one of Mother's5 old friends, 2 and all those of "our crowd" at home. I did forget Mrs. Warren6, but I sent one with a little note to dear Mrs. Macfarland7 in California8.

Life has been crowded, for the Menuhins arrived only a few days before Douglass9 came, the mother10 very ill and forbidden to leave her bed, and I tried to be with the little girls11 (who are no longer little, but as 3 lovely and loving as ever) until Yehudi12 and his father13 arrived from New Orleans14 and other Southern engagements. But I arranged so that I could be with Douglass as much as if I had no other ties, and he went to Yehudi's first concert here15—I gave him my seat, and I we sat in the Menuhin's box. I am sure he enjoyed the splendor of Carnegie Hall16 and the almost theatrical welcome and triumph17 New York2 4 gave Yehudi.

Douglass was here for my birthday dinner18—poor M.V.19 had to work at the Library that night and could not come, and I wouldn't ask anyone not "family", so he and Edith20 and I had a wonderful evening to ourselves.

I don't know if you know that he came on largely to see a doctor. The best heart specialist21 in New York pronounced his heart absolutely all right. What a relief that was to both of us. The pain in his left arm comes from some form of neuritis.

Please dear use this little check for something jolly.

A merry Christmas to you, dear. Willie
Miss Elsie Cather1 1030 South 52nd Street Lincoln3 Nebraska Y. 29 [illegible] 1937 [illegible] AM [illegible] VIA AIR MAIL