Dear Betsy,
I miss you so much. How is work going? I went to the doctor yesterday and am there with bad back today. I ate a salad bar. I read the BOM in the restaurant. so when are you coming to see me? It has been almost 2 years since I saw you. I hope to go the store when I am done here. Bob isn't feeling too well either. I have a cough, too. It turned cool again. The exhaust manifold is broken and it is so noisy. We live a long way from the South end. I went to McDonalds for a free egg, cheese, bacon buscuit. I had to buy coffee and orange juice so the whole meal cost me 52 cents.
Nancy Reid's father died very suddenly and he is 54 years old. He had a heart attack while sleeping in a chair.
Grandma and Grandpa had a great time in Dallas. Uncle Dick has 5 cars. I am so poor and he is rich. Shelly drives a new jeep. Ricky has a 4 door pickup and David has a new small car. Dick drives an Audi and Judy drives a Mercedes Benz. Must be nice.
I have been reading the BOM. Do you go to church? What church? Does Kirstie go?
The doctor said I had muscle pain in the low back and plerisy on top. I feel awful.
Next Day
I am on my way to a small store. It has some good specials. I hate taking them home. Kelly got lose last night and I had to run like crazy. She got out two times. She is an adorable Siamese. We love her. She is a small cat and marked so pretty. We have a lot of money invested in her. She is worth it. I don't know why she runs away. We had her spayed.
It is cooler here today. I was dumb enough to leave the apartment with no coat - only with a little sweater. I came to McDonalds for a new bacon, egg, cheese biscuit. It is so good. I get tired of cereal every day. We are having bean soup today. Bob made it and we froze it. He loves soup and sea food. Do you like fish, lobster, frog leg, etc?
Well, I will close so I can mail it before the mailman comes. I hope you are well. Please write me again soon. Remember I love you so very much. I love your picture. I miss you a lot.
Well, I will close. Write. I love you.
All my love,
Mom
Bob says, "Hi", too!
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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