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.

Sunday, May 25, 1986

May 25, 1986

Dear Betsy,
I went to McDonald's this morning for coffee, orange juice, and a bacon, egg and cheese biscuit.  it was so good.  I came home and brought Bob, pancakes which he like.  So did our cat.  I just went to the store and spent fourteen dollars and was worried I had enough for $5.  I had a $5 gift certificate.  You don't get much for your money these days.  I am at Dunkin Donuts on my way home for coffee so I found this paper in my purse and decided to write again.
Gram doesn't like Bob and told me so plus I should have never married him.  Well, that is my business and he is good to me.  He sleeps days so I get lonely or bored.  We spend our evenings together.  He stays up late at night and reads a lot.  I may start playing the violin again.  The only problem is I have to play with my feet elevated.  It is uncomfortable.  

Later
I am home again and waiting to make supper.  How is Kirstie?  Does she get my letters?  She never writes and I miss her.  Tell her I love her.  I love you, too.  It is hard to believe that you are 20 years old.
I haven't any news but I wanted you to know how much I care about you and miss you.
Write when you can.  I love getting your letters.  Take care of yourself.  Enjoy every day.  It is important.  My fun days are gone, but I can't dwell on it.  I think I will do some geneology.  Bob is going to start going to church with me.  I would like that.

All my Love,
Mommy


I LOVE YOU!!!

Thanks for the letters.
I save them all.

Wednesday, May 21, 1986

May 21, 1986

Dear Betsy,
I was so happy to get your inspiring letter.  I appreciate your writing.
My legs and feet are a mess and I am going to Cleveland Clinic in one week on May 28.  I will have a complete work up.  It iwill be like going to MAYO Clinic which I did 5 years ago.  My doctor thinks I may have what Dr. Haun said in 1979- collegen disease with erythromolagia is secondary which is what I have primary.  Very rare and painful.  Grandma and Grandpa are taking me (I think).
May 24
I never got that picture of you and Jim.  I got an empty envelope.  You must be losing your marbles like me!!  hee hee
I went to a vascular doctor yesterday.  He was very understanding byt offers little hope for improvement.  Maybe Cleveland Clinic will help.  I had blood drawn yesterday for more tests.  A friend is driving Bob and me to Cleveland Clinic.  We are renting the car for a day.  It will be hard for me to do.  I will be so exhausted.
I am trying to sleep on my back at night because my hips get big sore holes in them.  My left hip is so sore.
I just made stuffed green peppers.  We love them.  I am going to make meatball stroganoff tomorrow.  It should be good.  I have to go to the store also plus church.  I washed and set my hair today.  It is really growing and thick.
Well, I just went to get the mail and got a letter from you.  Do you think you can come?  I miss you so much.  I don't know the cost but I think Piedmont is direct to Toledo.  Sandy has flown it.
Jim sounds like a guy.  Are you still going with him?  Take your time.
My cat Kelly is a doll.  She is meowing all the time for petting or being held.  I will take this to the post office tomrrow so you get it.  I'd like to move west but I imagine we are stuck in Toledo.  Bob has never seen the beautiful country out west.  I watch a lot of TV.  Bob sleeps during the day.
I must close.  I love you so much.  I miss you honey.  I hope and pray you can come.  Thank you for writing.

All my love,
Mom