Sometimes I like to lie on the living room floor. One time I was next to the davenport and for some reason I put my hand underneath. What do you think I found. Your baseball glove. Were you hiding it and forgot about it.
You are playing soccer now so you don't need your glove. It will get sent back when I send off a birthday package for your Mom & you.
I've been cleaning downstairs today. Mow I'm resting, with a cup of coffee to spur me on.
I'm just about ready to take a pecan pie out of the oven. T his time I used a different recipe that called for chocolate chips.
I wrote to let you know about your glove. Tell Andy I'll write him a letter sometime.
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.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Thursday, September 11, 1997 (Letter to Eddie)
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