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Letter to her mother describing how she enjoyed her mother's visit and their growing relationship as individuals beyond mother and daughter.


10/15/34 [14 October, 1934] Sunday still - Mother dear - I’ve just finished Ted’s letter - a copy some time if you’d like it - but before going back - I want to think again how much this weekend has meant. It was somehow different from all others. It was as if - what we’d tried to have before - we touched, this time, and found it so very satisfying. On the surface of course we were glad to see each other, had a good time, and were sorry to say goodbye - [Page 2] but that was only the smallest part of it. Underneath - we were two individuals, not just a mother and her daughter. You were my mother - I was your daughter - and there was a great difference. Two individuals bound very very closely together in that restrained but knowingly and deeply affectionate relationship. Isn’t it wonderful? Perhaps it sounds like mere phrasing - but it isn’t. Didn’t you feel too that we had gotten down to something Fundamental - and that it was very much alive? It was [Page 3] as if we had pealed [mis-spelling: peeled] off all the trappings of motherly “hovering and anguish” and daughterly dependence and responsive submission. And there was left a mother, who is an individual - and a fine, courageous, thoughtfully-inspiring one; and a daughter, a separate individual with feet to stand on. And with the bulky trappings gone - there is left just us - who can be closer together because there isn’t any Cotten [mis-spelling: cotton] batting around with us to come in between. We can enjoy each other because there somehow isn’t any sort of [Page 4] strain on either side. You hated to leave - I hated to see you leave, and yet saying goodbye wasn’t the dreadful process underneath, even if not on the surface, that it sometimes has been. I simply feel extraordinarily happy, walking back to the house. Happy that I had such a mother as you. A mother as young in spirit, as still growing - as idealistic and the same time as sensible, as you. Mother darling I do love you - you knew that of course - but know it even more now - but I like you an awful lot too, and I’m proud of being my mother’s daughter.


Wellesley, Massachusetts; Schenectady, New York


Home and Family; Personal Relationships



Letter from Virginia Veeder Westervelt, Wellesley, Massachusetts, to Mrs. Millicent Veeder, Schenectady, New York, 1934 October 14