Dear Betsy,
I got your letter today and was so happy. We went to town today and found a paper that had a dog in it to give to good home. We had to go to Tarlton which is quite a ways away to find her. She is coal black everywhere. Her body, ears, nose, eyes, moth and nails are all black. She is a mix between a German shepherd and Black Labrodor Retriever. We got her for protection. She is 10 weeks and already weighs 18# so she will be a horse when full grown. We took her outside twice and the second time she did her business. She loves to eat and drink water and clean our plates. She is a darling puppy. We named her Blackie for obvious reasons. It is 12 AM and we have to heave here at 8 AM in order to get there on time. Gram brought me a pile of small books on romance. They look good. I think I'll read my Temple booklet after I type this to you. Nitten, our cat is afraid of the dog. The dog runs after her and wants to play. Oh, Betsy, when I go to feed Blackie she knocks the food out of my hand and wags her tail and knocks every thing over. She is so cute. We came up to the loft after supper to watch a video and she came up and laid by Earl. Then when we went downstairs she was so scared. I brought her home and gave her a bath. She had been in a pen outside and was so very wet because it poured rain.
My scleroderma is not good. The way my hands are is the way my throat and esophagus are. I will probably be put on Coritsone soon and I don't want it after all the trouble Kirstie had. My feet and legs are the same - hot, red and swollen. I have learned tolive with them for the most part. The pain is what gets to me. They swell when I am on them too much or it is really hot outside. This is the 4th letter I have written to you since you left. Have you been getting them via Kirstie? I need your correct address and then I will know that you got them. Please send it to me and your phone number. We have so many medical buills that I don't know where to begin because we only have $100 to the end of the month. This weekend Earl's daughter and son-in-law are coming for the wedding and staying with us. So I have to clean again and get groceries. They are big eaters. I hope Blackie behaves with them here. They have a dog and cat.
Our basement is full of water. I called the builder and he came right over. The drain and pipes from the bath tub let go and he fixed them. All my boxes of things are soaked and get moldy if I don't get them soon. We have three full wardrobe boxes down there. They all have clothes on the bottom. My washer and dryer are in water too. We have our work cut out for us. Is my typing any better? I am sure getting fast. I still make mistakes and have to use the liquid for correction fluid. We ate a simple lunch at Bob Evans today. Tonight I burnt my lips and mouth on a cup of hot chocolate. I am surprised I haven't awaken Earl with all this typing and the radio on. I am beginning to feel sleepy but it will pass. I have too much to do around and too much reading to get done. This is the one time I can read and understand it. I have my scriptures to do yet.
Did I tell you that I cut my hair and every one really likes it. So do I. Earl thinks I look really good this way. I am too old to wear long hair and it is too think. Earl says my hair is softer now and it usually is like a horses tail. My dress for the wedding is a shiny royal blue. Very dressy. Cost $50. Not really that bad when you consider I have a nice evening and cocktail dress. Earl gave me a diamond pendant and an opal pendant with a pair of opal earrings to match. I already have 3/4 carrot diamond earrings that we bought shortly after we were married. I have lovely jewelry and forget to wear it. I have two full jewelry boxes full of jewelry play what Earl has locked up for me. I have a set of ruby's also. The ruby rings were Aunt Ida's and are genuine ruby. Well, I am running out of news. I feel bad that I haven't written more. Give me your phone number and I will call you for a few minutes because Earl has a fit if a person talks long. I never call anyone long distance unless it is to Circleville. Remember that I love you dearly and miss you. Take care of yourself. Give Kirstie my love. Her letter will be written tomorrow. I love you.
All my 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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