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.

Tuesday, July 6, 1982

July 6, 1982 Sally

Dear Sally,

It was good to get your letter.  Our weather is hot and humid.  Not like CA.  I really miss all of you, etc.  Bob and I are happy.  We have so many errands to run but my legs can't take all the heat and time on them, plus we are still trying to move into my apartment.

My great Aunt Ida was 80 this month.  We went out to dinner and there was a surprise party for her at my mom's.  She had fun.  Doesn't act her age.

I've talked with the girls.  I plan to go in Sept when Betsy is installed as Worthy Advisor.  I am anxious for Bob to meet Betsy and Kirstie.  He really cares about my daughters.  We both miss Sandy.  I am sure she will return some day.  Her dad works those girls every morning for 4 hours on the house.

The girls all go to church and mutual.  Betsy's steady boyfriend is good LDS and he just graduated from high school.  He friend (also LDS) likes Sandy.  His name is Matt.

Sandy weighs about 110-113# and I think it is too much.  I weight 120# and know I need no more.

Bob and I are both going in September to VA.  We may fly.  I plan to sell my 2 rings as I have no use for them.  They will pay my airplane ride.

Did I tell you that I am letting my hair grow for Bob.  But I plan to get it thinned soon.  We have been married over 2 months now.

I love the book you sent me.  It is too hot to send bread or muffins now.  I have a huge store list.  I push the wheelchair and Bob pushes the cart.  Like a choo choo train.  We have fun.
Write soon.

Love,
Judy