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.

Wednesday, September 27, 1989

September 27, 1989

Dear Betsy,

We went to see Sandy and babies in Provo.  We had so much fun.  Couldn't find your address so that is who no post card.  Now I found it and the motel gave me the paper and envelope.

I didn't see much of Sandy.  We took them out to eat a couple times.  Mark went to California for a wedding.  Left Sandy with the girls.  She works 2 jobs and works so busy.

We should be home tomorrow.  We travel after darkness comes.  I sure love Markel and Alex.  Alex went to Earl.  I got pictures with my new camera.

So how are you?  Still so busy?  Write or call me about your love life.

Earl is fine.  He had a good time at Sandy's.  Alex smiles all the time.  Markel is pepite.  I love them both.  Earl nicknamed Alex to George.  She is such a happy baby.

Well, I will close.  I promise to get pictures to you.  I love you, honey.

Love,
Mom