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#2212: Willa Cather to Roscoe Cather, December 30, 1943

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My dear Brother1:

On Christmas Eve I was rather knocked out and discouraged. I had written too many Christmas notes; it is such a pleasure to do that with one's own hand.! The result was that my right hand had begun to hurt me again4, so I was having a modest dinner in bed. I somehow wasn't thinking of flowers, though a good many had come during the day. But when Edith5 brought in and opened your box, the smell of violets simply filled the room – as if a whole springtime had come into the room. I think they were never so rich and beautiful before. I don't see how you can remember to send them every Christmas, and this time I had forgotten to expect them. You see, I was worried about my hand. Before it came on, however, I wrote a little note to each of my nieces6. The last two notes I wrote were to your Virginia7 and to Sigrid Undset8. Then I strapped my hand up in its old brace9. I don't think I shall have to keep it there long, but this time I want to protect it early – not let it go for weeks and weeks under incompetent doctors, as I did before.

Anyhow, I am going to wish all of us a Happy New Year, and we will somehow manage to get comfort out of the way we love and believe in each other, no matter how wrong the world goes. Almost every place in Europe10 that I most loved has been utterly destroyed, so there will not be much to tempt me abroad ever again.

So lovingly to you and Meta11 and Virginia, Willie
Mr. R. C. Cather,1 First Savings Bank of Colusa, Colusa, California.3 NEW YORK N.Y.2 Dec [illegible] 4 PM