Today we bake a cake for Dorothy Canfield Fisher February 17, 1879 – November 9, 1958.
Dorothy was a great friend of fellow writer, Willa Cather, they wrote great quantities of letters, which in the main we cannot read as Cather’s will forbade the publication of, or quotation from her letters. (Apparently the way to get round this is to go to the University of Nebraska, read the photocopies which they allow you access to and then paraphrase the contents – I’m not doing that for you, you are on your own! I do find myself wondering whether Willa would be pleased at this avoidance of her wishes, but if she’d really been that worried she’d have burnt them.)
Here’s a couple of quotes from Dorothy.
…there are two ways to meet life; you may refuse to care until indifference becomes a habit, a defensive armor, and you are safe – but bored. Or you can care greatly, live greatly, until life breaks you on its wheel.
I think that I am being at a spectacle which cynics say is impossible, the spectacle of a woman delighting – and with most obvious sincerity – in the beauty of another. (The Bent Twig)
Dorothy was an educator and activist, campaigning for women’s rights and race equality, and doing practical things whilst in Paris during the 1st World War, like creating braille works for blind veterans, and later setting up Montessori schools in the US.
I don’t know that she’d have time for a party, but she’s welcome if she can fit it in.