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I believe your letter was opened as it was sealed with tape

April 9th

Dearest Edith; - It is a strange thing that I had been thinking so much about you and then your letter came. Prehaps [sic] it is that now we are older (and did we ever think in our wildest dreams that we would become this old?) our thoughts go back to our earlier years. I can remember so many interesting things we did as children and I remember your house and parents so vividly. You all must have been very good to me. I spent so much time at the Astor Street house that I remember that very well also, and I clearly remember walking with you and telling you my mother was dying. Certain violin compositions bring back the times you practised crossed out: your violin. Then, of course, I remember a beautiful Fall Sunday when Malcolm and I visiting you at your Mies Vanderau (have forgotten how to spell his name,) and we worried about the character that was being sought along the river and you slept with a pistol! Well, so be it for memories. They are great things when they are happy. I do not like you to be so uncomfortable with what I assume to be your arthritis. I remember you were miserable when I last saw you. It is such a pity no one comes up with a cure. I am still healthy and count my blessings. I still live in a cottage right on the ocean and hope I can stay here for the end of my days. It belongs to the Casa de Manana, a retirement set-up. Unfortunately, it is in bad financial condition and I am afraid will fold. In this case I can't imagine what all us old folks will do - particularly those in their 90s. This is a pretty posh area with few low income housing for those that will need it. I just live each day, playing golf twice a week, walking a lot, working for causes and feeling grateful for friends. Your letter makes me feel more than ever worried about Italy and your future comfort in your villa. My sister gave me a detailed description of it. I would adore to see you and it but doubt if I will get to Europe again. There are friends of Louisa's in the Paris area I would also like to see but doubt if I make it. I came on my Italian diary the other day. What a wonderful school year I had! We are all wondering how Mr. Carter will work out. He seems pretty brash at the moment but I am told he is exceedingly bright and will learn fast. My family are all fine and living good, constructive lives - all are very creative - where they got this I don't know. I will try to keep more in touch with you, my dear. I love you deeply Your devoted friend, Frances

I am sending your letter to Rachel. She visited me this winter. She is just the same -