Ann Preston Bridgers

1942 Today the garden writer Elizabeth Lawrence wrote to her friend, the playwright, Ann Preston Bridgers:

“We had thin toast and your wild strawberry jam for tea this afternoon by the fire in my studio...
Bessie and I took a salad and a pan of rolls and went to have supper with your family last night. Mrs. B. insisted upon adding both ham and chicken. We had [Ann’s mountain friend] Blanche’s walnuts for dessert. And Robert and I made Cleopatras, not so good, somehow, like the ones at Christmas…
I must put the puppy to bed before he chews up all the files of Gardening Illustrated.”