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, September 25, 1981

September 25, 1981

Dear Betsy and Kirstie,
How are you doing?  I haven't heard from you in ages.  I miss your letters.  How is school going for you.  Sandy is busy.  She has lots of homework.  Her foot is better.  I am taking her to the doctor on Monday for a check up.  She hardly eats.  How is your asthma, Betsy?  I hope it is better.  It has been cool to cold here.  My feet like that kind of weather.  We like the new apartment.  It is not so crowded and is cheerful.  There is still a lot to do.
I am still reading "The Wildest Heart" and "Chesapeake."  Sandy is selling magazine for school.  I am lonely.  Time goes so slowly.
Kirstie, how is your big toe doing?  I hope it is better and gone.  (Please excuse my scribbling but I am tired.)  My had is better and I am so glad.  It cramps a lot which I think is a good sign.  I can knit slowly and I wnat to try to hook a rug.
Sandy has lots of homework most every night.  She likes German and speaks it well.
So how did the wedding go?  I thought of you both all day.  Was it nice?  I hope they are happy and all goes well for everyone.  How many people came?  Write and tell me.  My new address is: …
Well, I have no more news.  I miss you both very much.  I wish you could come and live with me.  Do you miss me?
Take care of yourselves.  Please write me as soon as possible.  I love you.

All my love,
Mom

I love you!!

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