This is my mother. She left me when I was just 14 years old. I saw her a few times from teenage through the typical college years (although I didn’t have typical college years) and then she passed away before I married or had children. She was a wonderful woman that I know I would talk to her often if she were alive, but I really never got the chance.

The most current entries are things I would tell her and only her ... because they aren’t meant to be heard, just vented (if she were alive). The majority of this blog are letters she wrote to me (and a few to my sisters) during the years that we were apart.

Friday, July 17, 1981

July 17, 1981

Dear Betsy,

Thank you for your letter.  I was so happy to get it.  Being in St. Mary's in Rochester was a real experience.  I have been checked all over.  I have home one week.  It is real hot here.  My hand is permanently damaged and this is my best writing.  I hope I can borrow a typewriter soon.  This is hard for me to do.  My left hand is weak.  My dad took me to the mall.  Thursday night and put my wheel chair up.  I shopped all over but have no money.  I saw so many lovely Rainbow things.  I didn't even price them.  I don't have enough money for August's rent.  I hope I can see you soon.  It has been too long.  Are you enjoying Shirley's visit.  I hope you do.  Are you sewing?  I can't cut with the scissors but try.  I want to make Christmas presents.  I am fortunate that I learned to throw my yarn with my left forefinger.  So I knit and read a lot.

I go outside in early morning or late night if I go at all.  I have lots of trouble walking.

Grandma is very sick.  She had to go to the hospital a few days ago.  She has colitis and is on a bland diet.  I'll write soon.  I hope you will write soon.  I love you very much and always will WRITE .

All my love,
Mom

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