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.

Tuesday, December 1, 1987

December 1, 19t

Dear Betsy,
Today it is raining and snowing at the same time and cold.  It isn't sticking.  Kelly is even cold.
How was your Thanksgiving?  Min was terrible.  I saw no one.  My parents and Aunt Ida went to a fancy place.  The wheater was too cold for me.  They never even came to see me.  I ate a salad, cottage cheese and spinach.  Bob wanted to take me out to eat but it was cold.
Bob and I went to Fisches for soup, salad and fruit bar for $3.29.  It was very good.  We went on Saturday and I ran a few errands.  We got ice cream at a special store.  I can't do much when it's so cold or too hot.  My feet got hot and hurt really bad.  I then did all my laundry and it took 3 1/2 hours and 18 quarters.  That room is so hot, it really ruined my feet.  Then my electric blanket quit working and I can't get out to get a new twin blue one.  The malls are so packed.  I can't walk that much anymore.  My back is better.  My parents actually got my groceries for me and I paid them.  I think I made them feel guilty.  They don't help me much.
I watch TV all afternoon.  I listen to tapes in the morning and read.
I was so depressed Thanksgiving.  I could have gone to our community room for free dinner but it was hot and packed and all old people.  I don't really belong in here in that respect.  I can go get a mug of coffee a couple of times a day (15 cents each).  It is a good buy and good coffee.  I guess I am the only one in the family that loves coffee.  Does Kirstie drink coffee?  Your dad didn't and Bob doesn't.  I couldn't get up in the morning if I didn't have something hot to drink.  I hot hot oatmeal this morning.  I made it with milk.  I lost 6# but it is coming back.  I drink Swiss Miss cocoa and I put marshmallows in it.  I made it with 1/2 milk.  I have it before I go to bed.  Some nights I warm up a cup of eggnog.  That's why I gain weight but I don't care.
So how are you honey?  What did you do for Thanksgiving?  Where are you going or doing for Christmas?  Where do I send your present?  What about Kirstie?  Please give me her address and phone number.
Well, I will close so I can mail it.  I love you.  I hope you are feeling better by now.  Take care of yourself.  Write real soon.

All my love,
Mom

I love you, honey
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