“Letters from Mom”
Mom wrote me hundreds of letters and would often send me greeting cards with snipped comics or articles from newspapers or magazines she thought I'd enjoy.
Mom dropped me this quick note before work one day in the Fall of my freshman semester at UF. I guess my answering machine was broken, which is pretty funny to think about now. I don’t even remember having a phone in my dorm room, but I must have.
It’s also funny that both mom and dad refused to ever learn how to spell my friend Lanie’s name correctly. I can’t recall now – but highly doubt – whether I drove to New England for that first Christmas. And what was up with mom so often writing to me about the politics of my little sister’s friendships in high school?
Nov. 18, 1991
Dearest David,It seems like forever since I’ve written to you. And, this one’s gonna be short because I’m early to work and only have a few minutes.
Did you get the answering machine fixed?
Anyway, it’s hard to know what to write because you don’t answer or respond. Don’t get nuts; that’s not an accusation. It just feels funny.
Did I tell you Jenny spent the night at ’s? Yeah, I guess I did. I was really glad because since moved she and Jenny don’t do as much. seems to be hanging out more with that girl from the fly-in. It’s painful to me because I know Jenny still considers her to be her best friend. Anyway, seems nice. She lives up in the Trails near Trey’s old house. I like her parents, too. They seem down to earth and very loving. I think Jen had a really good time.
Your dad is asking about Christmas. He said you and Lainy might be driving up??? Huh?
Has it been cold up there? This morning is rainy and poopy. Of course, when I let the dogs out, I didn’t realize it was raining. Fortunately, Jen and I got them in without major mud all over the house. I just hope they went before they came in. You know, I really hate the way the house smells and all. I just don’t know what to do about it. I guess it really was a major mistake to have so many, but don’t know what to do about that. I can’t just get rid of them. I love them, and I made a commitment…
I gotta go. I love you lots. Send money. (Oops – that’s your line. Sorry!)
Love,
Mom