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Authors: Lynna Banning
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if I was ever that young. They are so serious, so disciplined, so full of hope.
Next month I will play in Chicago with an orchestra, and after that in New York City and then Boston. My career in musicâthe life both Cissy and I dreamed of since we were in pinaforesâis terribly important to me. Even more, now that Cissy is gone, and that is strange in a way because I could never have imagined doing this without her. But it is everything to me now, perhaps because... Oh, I donât know, really.
I am working very hard, harder than last term, with many more concert engagements. By November I will surely need a rest.
One of my fellow faculty members, Millicent Erhard, has invited me to her home in Rochester for two weeks; she promises lots of music âfor fun.â That will be a relief.
Kiss Rosemarie for me.
Winifred
October 3rd
Dear Winifred,
Rosemarie thrives, though half the county is down with influenza. I have been at the hospital day and night as our permanent nurse, Elvira Sorensenâdid you meet her?âcame down with it last week and I am training another woman who is not nearly as conscientious. Good nurses are hard to find.
You will not believe this next: Sam is getting married! He has been saving the salary I pay him, and adding his winnings at fan-tan, which he plays with Uncle Charlieâthe baker, remember? Three months ago he sent to his family in China for a ârespectable girl with not a loud voice.â He included money for her fare to Portland, and she should arrive before Christmas. I am enlarging Samâs room off the kitchen and installing a small bathroom for them as well.
I would like to give him a wedding gift, but do not know what would be appropriate. Perhaps you will have some ideas.
One of my patients, a farmer by the name of Peter Jensen, is holding a winter dance in his barn on Saturday. He wants me to come in case a fight breaks out. Why not the sheriff, I wonder? But Sam is urging me to âget out of house.â The weather will be crisp. I have given up brandy so must make do with hot cider.
I wonder what you will think of New York City, and Rochester. It should be snowing by then. I also wonder if you can ice-skate. It was my greatest pleasure in the winter when I was growing up, and it cost little so it was no strain on Motherâs finances.
Zane
PS: Sam has adopted a stray kitten âfor mice in the pantry,â which I donât believe for one minute.
Chapter Seven
A snowy November passed slowly, with nothing for Winifred to do but practice for her next concert and teach. She thought she would go mad cooped up inside until the trip to Rochester with Millicent. But the week away from her duties passed quickly, and now nothing could assuage her restlessness.
Her piano students performed flawlessly at the winter recital the conservatory held each year, and in mid-December the term ended. As soon as she could escape the endless faculty meetings to plan for next term, she purchased her train ticket and wired Zane.
Just think! Rosemarie might be crawling by now. She shopped for a frilly dress for her and tiny soft slippers to match, then on impulse bought a handsome quilted comforter for Sam and his new bride and had it shipped via Wells Fargo. It should arrive before she did. And, she hoped, before Samâs new bride from China made her appearance.
The night before the train departed for the West she found she couldnât sleep. Rosemarie would be almost five months old by now. She missed the babyâs grip on her forefinger. She missed holding her in her arms and singing nonsense songs to her. Missed seeing her grow and change. She even missed Zane.
He wrote that he swam in the river right up until the first frost. It was a wonder
he
didnât catch influenza. Or perhaps he had, and that was why there had been no answer to her telegram.
At four in the morning she could lie still no longer. She climbed out of her narrow bed and
Next month I will play in Chicago with an orchestra, and after that in New York City and then Boston. My career in musicâthe life both Cissy and I dreamed of since we were in pinaforesâis terribly important to me. Even more, now that Cissy is gone, and that is strange in a way because I could never have imagined doing this without her. But it is everything to me now, perhaps because... Oh, I donât know, really.
I am working very hard, harder than last term, with many more concert engagements. By November I will surely need a rest.
One of my fellow faculty members, Millicent Erhard, has invited me to her home in Rochester for two weeks; she promises lots of music âfor fun.â That will be a relief.
Kiss Rosemarie for me.
Winifred
October 3rd
Dear Winifred,
Rosemarie thrives, though half the county is down with influenza. I have been at the hospital day and night as our permanent nurse, Elvira Sorensenâdid you meet her?âcame down with it last week and I am training another woman who is not nearly as conscientious. Good nurses are hard to find.
You will not believe this next: Sam is getting married! He has been saving the salary I pay him, and adding his winnings at fan-tan, which he plays with Uncle Charlieâthe baker, remember? Three months ago he sent to his family in China for a ârespectable girl with not a loud voice.â He included money for her fare to Portland, and she should arrive before Christmas. I am enlarging Samâs room off the kitchen and installing a small bathroom for them as well.
I would like to give him a wedding gift, but do not know what would be appropriate. Perhaps you will have some ideas.
One of my patients, a farmer by the name of Peter Jensen, is holding a winter dance in his barn on Saturday. He wants me to come in case a fight breaks out. Why not the sheriff, I wonder? But Sam is urging me to âget out of house.â The weather will be crisp. I have given up brandy so must make do with hot cider.
I wonder what you will think of New York City, and Rochester. It should be snowing by then. I also wonder if you can ice-skate. It was my greatest pleasure in the winter when I was growing up, and it cost little so it was no strain on Motherâs finances.
Zane
PS: Sam has adopted a stray kitten âfor mice in the pantry,â which I donât believe for one minute.
Chapter Seven
A snowy November passed slowly, with nothing for Winifred to do but practice for her next concert and teach. She thought she would go mad cooped up inside until the trip to Rochester with Millicent. But the week away from her duties passed quickly, and now nothing could assuage her restlessness.
Her piano students performed flawlessly at the winter recital the conservatory held each year, and in mid-December the term ended. As soon as she could escape the endless faculty meetings to plan for next term, she purchased her train ticket and wired Zane.
Just think! Rosemarie might be crawling by now. She shopped for a frilly dress for her and tiny soft slippers to match, then on impulse bought a handsome quilted comforter for Sam and his new bride and had it shipped via Wells Fargo. It should arrive before she did. And, she hoped, before Samâs new bride from China made her appearance.
The night before the train departed for the West she found she couldnât sleep. Rosemarie would be almost five months old by now. She missed the babyâs grip on her forefinger. She missed holding her in her arms and singing nonsense songs to her. Missed seeing her grow and change. She even missed Zane.
He wrote that he swam in the river right up until the first frost. It was a wonder
he
didnât catch influenza. Or perhaps he had, and that was why there had been no answer to her telegram.
At four in the morning she could lie still no longer. She climbed out of her narrow bed and
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