Dear Betsy,
It was so good to talk to you last night. I wish I could afford it more often. Today Grandpa got a few groceries for me today. I woke up at 5:30 am and Smokie was under the foot cradle and nibbling on my toes. So now I'll have to shut my bedroom door. In the summer I got to leave that door open but put him in the bathroom and shut the door. I got out for coffee today as it was sunny and 32 degrees but wet in places.
Grandma worked the past three days. She is tired and is beginning to look tired.
Grandpa is building a Recreation room in the basement. They bought a new sofa and love seat for their family room. Now I get the hideaway bed and I can sleep you on it or your sisters. It is queen size.
Sounds like you are really busy with school, work and activities. That is good. It probably helps you forget the unpleasant stay on Soapstone.
Please send me a wallet senior picture. I can have some made from it and can send Uncle Dick one. You are so pretty. I love the picture. Don't forget the one for Aunt Ida.
Well, I will close. Just wanted you to know I was thinking of you. Take Care. Hope you get my check. I love you honey and always will. I miss you so much.
All my love,
Your mommy
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.
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