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, July 5, 1988

July 5, 1988

Dear Betsy,

Now that you are better I found my bottle of choledyl for you.  I needed it 1 1/2 years ago but no more.  Did you get your package?

I am going overboard sewing for a darling spoiled grand daughter.  I made her the dress and panties and have another cut out.  I bought her flannel for PJ's.  I bought her beautiful corduroy and peach kettlecloth to match.  I am so anxious to sew for her.  I hate sewing for myself and I should but Markel and new ones are special.  I loved sewing for you girls.  If Sandy has a boy I'll have to take a class.  I just want her to have a healthy baby.

My feel and ankles are a mess.  They are so swollen.  I'll probably have to go the doctors today or tomorrow.  I have terrible arthritis  in my left knee and back.  I could barely walk for 1/2 hour.  He gave me samples to take and they helped great.  Except my feet swelled and they are worse.

I put a Security Deposit down on an apartment in South End where I used to live in 1984.  I am busy packing and should be laying down but I got to get it done.  It will be nice and not cluttered.  I have to get ride of my parents beautiful maple table and chairs.  They are Ethan Allen.  I need a little table.  I could meals at home a lot.  I use the microwave and crock pot.
I got up at 1 AM because I couldn't sleep.  I hope I can get a nap today.

Isn't this heat awful.  They say it will be 100 today.  I need to get boxes so I can pack some more.  I need smaller ones for canned goods.  I just cleaned the cupborads out and now I start all over again.  I wish I had the legs and feet to do it all.  I hate soaking them in ice water every morning and night.

I just pray I get this apartment.  I put my $300 deposit in her mail slot.  I'll call today.  I am still working on Bob's insurance forms.  There is so much to do when someone dies.  He had no estate - just me.
I have Veteran headstone to get

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