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.

Monday, May 27, 1985

May 27, 1985

Dear Betsy,
Things are better between Bob and me.  He still sleeps a lot but he needs it.  I drive to the mall most mornings and walk all over and go in stores.  It is bard when it is so hot.  I go in the mroning.  My ankles swell but I get bored here all day long.  Time drags.  I blew Sandy's prom pictures but Nancy got good ones.  I send you our favorite wedding picture next letter.
I bought myself a brown miniture Bible and Triple and a small hymnal.  I also got a purse so I can carry them when I get to the mall because I drink Friendly's good coffee.  I weight 120# probably more by now.  I eat so little I don't know where it comes from.  I like my short hair. It is a shock to lots of people.  I need to wash and blow dry it.  Bob needs a hair cut very badly.
So how is life with you.  Are you will so busy.  I love to hear from you.  When are you coming to Toledo?  How will you come?  How is the truck?  Do you still use it every day?  How is your love life?  Gee, I am out of news.  I may go out for eggs and toast and sourdough for 95 cents (2 eggs, 2 toast, plus coffee).  It does me good and I like it.  I was going to go with a friend but it is really wet outside.  Plus, it is turning cool again but hard rain.  Excuse my scribbling.  It is hard to write laying on the sofa.
Remember I love you and miss you so very much.  I hope you come soon.  Bob likes you a lot.  WRITE.

All my love,
Mom

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