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#2229: Willa Cather to Roscoe Cather, April 19, 1945

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My dear Brother1:

I sent you such a messy letter3 on Sunday – written with a lead pencil and probably not very grammatical. But I sometimes get almost desperate about what to do this summer. As I wrote you, as charming as the Asticou Inn4 at Northeast Harbor5 is, my throat has been so bad this winter that I simply don't dare risk that low, wet climate again. I have had two summers of it, and while it is delightful as an experience, it is certainly very bad for one's throat and sinus.

I have never told you how very pleased I was about your account of John's6 reception by Rear Admiral McIntosh7. Englishmen may be very jolly with you at their club, but they don't ask you to their own flat and introduce you to their wives wife unless they really like you. So tell Virginia8 I feel very proud of John.


I did have a happy Easter, my dear boy, and a Happy Palm Sunday . thank's to you. The beautiful flowers lasted nearly the whole week, and as I wrote you, Helen Louise9 was quite dazzled when she walked into my living-room and saw all those colors flaming in the bright sunlight. That was a lovely thing for you to do.

Lovingly, Willie

Dictated - Dear Miss Bloom10 and I sometime feel differently about words!