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.

Thursday, December 14, 1989

December 14, 1989

Dear Betsy,

I didn't vanish but moved.  What a mess.  I am about 20 miles from Circleville and also from Lancaster.  We have been so busy.  I got a phone yesterday.  Please forgive me.  I was also in the hospital for hypothermia.

We are so poor.  It's expensive to move.  We had 2 trucks and one van and there is stuff in Toledo.

Are you and Kirstie coming for Christmas?  How is Kirstie doing?  Earl's son has 2 daughters 18 and 15 years.  Nice girls.

Church is at least 1/2 hour or more away.  Brand new building.  The first meeting is Sacrament at 9:30 am.  Are you so busy?  How is Ken?  I just talked with Sandy on her toll free line.  I asked her to call you and Kirstie and give you my phone number and address.

I am so sad because I have no Christmas presents to give.  I have no Christmas cards either.  Earl's son lives 15 miles from here.  Our home is nice but unpacked.  We had to have a ton of wood delivered.  Earl was killing himself.  We have 6" snow so far today.  Our 5 acres is really 1000 feet down from our deck.  All the wood is there.  Betsy, honey, I love you.  Come for Christmas, please.

All our love,

Mom and Earl
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