Dear Betsy,
Well, I wrote Kirstie a little while ago, and now I am at the Pancake house for coffee and wanted to write you. It was such nice weather yesterday. We went to the bank early and out for breakfast. I then got 3 pair of new thongs. It was the 1st Bob had been out. Then we went to Bill Knapps for supper and I had my chef salad and ice tea. Then we got ice cream.
It was so nice and warm out and today is chilly. Your grandparents have colds. I made appy cake tonight and it should be good. I love it. I am gaining weight but I need it.
I think Sandy had a good time. She was really busy etc. She has been invited to a Prom here and I hope she can make it. When are you got to get vacation and visit me and Bob. We'd love to have you. We had such a nice visit last June. I will always remember it. Bob and I will be married for over a year June 23. Hard to believe. I go to the Mormon church now and they are good to me.
How is your college coming along? How many hours do you take? Was it English? How is work? How is the boy friend situation? What about David? Do you still date him? Are you still friends? Sandy has a day of snow while she was here. Really rare. I lost a diamond out of my wedding band but it is guaranteed so Bob will have to return it for repair.
My heels are peeling and look aweful. I have such ugly feet. I was on them too much yesterday. Tomorrow I have to be there. They are installing an intercome and buzzer system in each apartment. That should be fun. I will make oatmeal for breakfast. I am happy for it. Well, I miss you. Remember, I love you dearly.
All my love,
Mom
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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