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#2223: Willa Cather to Roscoe Cather, December 29 [1944]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ Dear Brother:1

If I had the wellest hand in the world instead of a very sick hand4 I could never tell you the pleasure these beautiful violets have given me. They came on the morning of Christmas Eve, among the first to com come, so I had long joy of them before I got tired. They were more gorgeous this year than ever before and filled my room and my sitting room with that moist spring-like fragrance which is like nothing else on earth. They were the Parma Violets this year (they are not always to be had in winter) and they are much the sweetest of all.

On the same evening, from the same florist, came a box of yellow jonquils from Charles Edwin5. He has been sending them to me at Christmas time since he first came East, two years before he ever meet met me. Where did he ever learn nice ways and gentle manners? I often wonder.

Lovingly Willie

My wretched hand went back on me because I had been working hard on a story6 for my London publisher, Cassell, to be finished for next Christmas7 with illustrations—my legendary kind of theme—Time about 1340 A.D. Interests me very much. I hope my hand will get better and let me go on with it. My hand (not the story!) is more painful than it has been before.

Lovingly, and so gratefully, dear Willie

So glad that Virginia8 will have her husband9 for awhile.

Mr. R. C. Cather1, First Savings Bank of Colusa, Colusa3, California. NEW YORK N. Y. STA. Y2 DEC 30, 1944 130 PM