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.

Thursday, June 16, 1983

June 16, 1983

Dear Betsy,

Well, I am at least 1/2 moved and slept in my new apartment last night and it was great.  I got my new phone this morning.  I am divorcing Bob.  I just can't take his sleeping all day and eating when he pleases plus he drinks.  He gets mean also.  He doesn't want to lose me but my mind is made up.  I will be lonely for a while.
How is your summer?  Busy, I bet.  Do you babysit much or are you working at a job?  Do you do much with friends?  How are you and Curtis?
I do miss you so much and I really do love you.  Have you any pictures for me?  I would love something.
My apartment is small but very nice and it's cool.  It has a nice bedroom.  The kitchen and living room are separated by a wall of bookshelves and a place for pictures and figurines and beer steins.  It is very attractive.
I think you will think I am crazy but I am going back to the Mormon church and will be in the 1st ward.  I even put my garments on in 80-90 degree weather.  How is the studio coming?  Do you do much work on the house?  I miss not hearing from you.  Kirstie's Mother's Day card still hasn't come.
My hair is really long and wavy.  I need to wash it.  You would be very surprised to see it.
I have a new twin bed and linens in my bedroom.  There is a utility room and I am filling it.  Plus there is an attic space up from the utility room.
Aunt Ida should come over this afternoon - My furniture is still at Bob's (my old apartment).
My address is …
I will go back to the name of Lingel.
Please try and write me.  I love you.
All my love,
Mom

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