Dear Betsy,
I don't think I have written for a while. I am sorry. I got sick with pleurisy and that hurt. But it is gone now.
Sandy wrote the other day. Mark is staying with your dad. I hope he finds work soon. Sandy is worried. He wants Sandy and Markel to go there and she wants to be with him. But she said if he is in the same position he was in Provo, she can't see moving there. I agree with her. He needs a good secure job.
Markel is really growing. She has a cute personality Sandy says. She has rice cereal and fruit now. In 8 days she will be 4 months. That is hard to believe. She was so small when I saw her.
I hate my hair. I first had it cut short and curly permed a year ago. I had it done 2 more times. It is so think but is growing. I am going to let it grow. It is really curly after I wash it. After I sleep on it, it is a mess of fuzz. It's growing especially in the back. I need to get it thinned.
It is pretty and warmer here. Supposed to be in the 40s tomorrow. Have you been so cold like Toledo? We only got a couple inches of snow.
I give B12 shots to a few here and I do BP once a month. People come also extra times for BP etc, but no one pays me. Most have lots more money than me.
I go to the community room for a cup of coffee 2x every morning. I love my coffee. I probably shouldn't drink it. It's hard on the belly. the pill I have to take for my back is really upsetting to it, but I can't get along without it.
By the way, how is Michael? Let me know. I must get this in today's mail so I will close. I miss you. Remember I love you dearly.
Please write.
Are you settled in your new place? I hope so. Have you found my Christmas present?
I love you,
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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