I met Elizabeth Hadley Richardson in 1920 as I recovered from post-traumatic Agnes syndrome. She was 8 years my senior, and we wrote each other letters when she was in St. Louis and I was in Kansas City or Chicago. She was smart. She was tragic.
Her father had died by his own hands when she was 14. Her mother had passed away only right before I met her.
Source:
Tyler, Lisa. Student Company to Ernest Hemingway. Greenwood Press, Wesport, CT: 2001.
Hadley and I Looking Into Each Others Eyes
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