Until July 2010, when her eyesight deteriorated, my mother wrote 1000s of chatty letters during her lifetime - to her parents, in-laws, sisters, children, friends. Tho she started to write to me on a regular basis in Sept '68 when I began my freshman year at SUNY-Buffalo, it wasn't until 10 years later that I decided to hold onto them. (Very inconsistently at first, to which the big gaps between dates attest.) These are the letters transcribed, annotated, and otherwise highlighted here.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Sunday, June 14, 1998
It is really cool & cloudy & we've had rain this weekend which was sorely needed. But where is our warm June weather. The next letter I could complain about the heat.
I've been reading again & have come to the conclusion that some authors are like preachers. They hem & haw, repeat themselves & don't know when to say AMEN. I always remember what one pastor said - "It's no use preaching when the congregation has said Amen."
Barb is painting the laundry area. Took off the wallpaper etc. & has part of it completed. A beige & the cupboards will be a shade lighter. Will look nice.
Last letter I said my dryer wouldn't work. When Dale tried it, it made a noise & then no noise & the dryer was O.K. A coin or something must have gotten in & somehow slipped out.
Fri. nite Barb & I went to Sears & I spent more of the money from Edna. We're getting a Maytag washer, dryer, & dishwasher. The W & D will be in the 17th - Lar will take away the old ones & when the painting is completed we'll get them delivered. The dishwasher won't be in til the 29th. No more noisy equipment. Lar wants the old W & D so he can wash his dirty work clothes (mud, dirt, etc.) He'll put them in their basement.
Barb got a gallon of paint & will have some left over. So she wants to tear off the Back entry paper & paint it the same color. She can do as she pleases as long as I don't have to.
The baseball game sounded like fun. If it was on ESPN, I'm sure we watched it.
Kim had 30 teachers at the baby shower for 2 of the Sheffield teachers at camp. They loved the house. By the steps from the deck, Lar built a brick sidewalk using the bricks from the chimney from the old bldg. Kim said it looks so nice. We'll have to take a ride out there. The den is all done except for the final floor. A rug is covering it for now. Lar's too busy with extra work.
I just had a little nap - my eyes wouldn't stay open. Now the Braves vs. Montreal are on T.V. It looks a little brighter outside. (I sure now "now".)
Dad received about 50 cards for his 55th anniv. Reading the cards bro't tears to his eyes. The pastor bro't the cards over & he stayed awhile to visit. I asked about his oldest daughter who finished an additional degree. She hasn't decided on a job yet. She visited Beloit College - a job as asst. of student housing. They asked her are you a Christian. When she said yes - they replied you wouldn't like it here. We allow drinking & drugs on campus. Then when she went into the cafeteria to eat 2 women were "making out". So she wouldn't be happy there even if the pay was much higher than other offers. I was surprised to hear that & I'm sure Melinda wouldn't exaggerate. What do you think . I was surprised.
Strawberries are ready for public picking now. We bot some yesterday & they are so delicious. Had shortcake last nite. Barb & Kim hope to pick some. I won't be able to - my leg won't take it.
When I got home from church today, Dad said "Why did you tie me into this chair." Needless to say, I didn't. Sometimes he has trouble working the lift chair. His fingers don't have the strength or he can't find the cord.
Mon A.M. Have a few minutes before I get lunch. Got 4 thank you notes off as 4 members put a money gift in their card. Also wrote a note to Bertha Nelson who had a niece send a card to Dad.
It's another cloudy day.
Barb has parts of 2 walls completed in the laundry room. A darker beige & will have lighter cupboards. The color is nice. Glad she likes to do that as I don't.
Barb & Kim are on Cloud 9. Bulls Win, Bulls Win! Now will the team break up.
Better bring this to a close.
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