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, February 22, 1982

February 22, 1982 from Sandy

Dear Betsy,
Hi!  How was your reception?
I heard you made your dress.  Was it difficult?  What color was it?
What is this I hear about an autograph book?  That was very nice of you.  Beth Ann write me a letter, I am suppose to send it to you my letter for her.  What is Clair's last name.  I'm sending you her letter.
Beth Ann thinks I'm coming back, tell her that I'm not.  Mr. McFaden is so nice.  I heard he was worried about me, tell him I'm doing better.  I got my tutor, she's really nice.  She comes Tuesday and Thursday.  Her name is Sue.  She'll stay about 2 1/2 hours.  For every hour she is here I get 2 hours of homework.  That's 10 hours a week.  Mom thinks your grades are really good and so do I!
We are having Grandma and Grandpa and Aunt Ida over for supper tonight.  We are serving ham, green beans, potatoes, and carrot cake.  It all looks good.
Well, better close.  I'll write a longer letter later.  Tell Kristie that her letter is coming.  Better go.  Miss you.

Love and hugs,
Sandy

PS:  I love living with mom.
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