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.

Saturday, May 2, 1987

May 2, 1987

Dear Betsy,
Well, believe it or not I am in St. Charles Hospital and have been for three days.  I have an IV in and sodium and potassium.  My electrolytes were all messed up.  I feel better now.  My legs and feet are a mess here.  I wake up at 6 AM.  I had some coffee and did some walking.  Bob is coming at noon.  Monday we would have been married 5 years.  We are still married.  He can be so nice and then mean at the same time.  I think he is giving me an ulcer.  When I am in here I have no ulcer pains.  When I am home my ulcer is terrible.  He wants me to do laundry, get groceries, take him to the bank, etc.  I want my freedom.  Yet I love him and hate to treat him bad.  He wants to take me to the Red Lobster after I get out.
I still need to get the air conditioning in my car fixed.  It needs a fuse.
Grandma is still her snippy busy body.  I guess she is going to Scotland this summer.  She is the Grand Rep.  She is a big shot and it has gone to her head.
I am staring.  I hope they bring breakfast soon.  This is the 1st food I got to choose.  So far it have been poor.
So how are you?  How is Sandy doing?  She called Wednesday.  Is she for sure going to San Diego?  I think they should be together.  What do you think?  She sounds happy.
I wrote Kirstie.  Tell her I was sick when I wrote her.  I love all of you.
I need to go on a new diet called "The Swimsuit Diet."  It sounds nutritious.  Actually, I weight 121# this morning.  That is good for me.
I hate my hair.  I am thinking of keeping length in the back.  Then have sides short and top short and all of it permed.
Saturday is a boring day.  Breakfast just cam and I ate.  I had stewed prunes, juice, and cereal. My egg wasn't cooked.  It was good but I was hungry.  I'd probably have eaten anything.  Maybe lunch will be better.
Well, I am out of news.  Oh, I am going to sell Shaklee products.  It is vitamins and things.  I hope I can do something with it.  I am playing my violin again but it is like starting all over again.  But I will get there.
Remember, Betsy, I love you so much.  Take care and write me.  I love getting letters from you.  I miss you.  Are you coming to see me this year?  I hope so.  I am not all drugged.  In fact, I am fine mentally.  Ii do get depressed.  My legs are a bummer.  I love you.  Take Care.

All my love,
Mom
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