“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.
Here is yet another letter mom wrote me during my freshman year of college. This one came shortly after Christmas break and we must have been discussing my car insurance and how I was going to use my financial aid to pay it.
Jan. 10, 1992
I know — two letters in two days. Am I a great mother or what?
I’m sitting at the drive-up window at Security First waiting to make a mortgage payment. It’s approx 7:45 and they don’t open until 8:00 – I wanted to be first in line. Actually, I just wanted to get it paid before I go to work so I wouldn’t have to try to run it in on my lunch hour.
So, since I essentially have nothing else that is constructive to do… Besides, I gotta finish off the Garfield paper someday.
It was strange calling you last night and hearing that you were studying. Were you, really? And so early in the semester! You may have something going. Seriously, though, while I think your goal of a respectable GPA is admirable, I want to caution you to attain it for yourself, because you want to, not as something to do with a relationship. Enough said.
You will never know how much I love you.
About the insurance, the reason I said not to pay it all at once is because, when you get your money, it seems like a lot and it’s nice to pay things off, but it would also be good to have some in reserve – as long as you can handle not spending it frivolously. You could also put a few hundred in a savings account. 4½% may not be much, but every little bit helps. Also, if you want to, you can send $145.00 per month instead of $95.00. Then you would only have to send it for 3 months and you would have a break in April & May. It’s up to you – you decide. All I need is the total for Jan, Feb and March ($435.00) because, as I reminded you last night, the December payment was a Christmas gift.
Let me know how you plan to do it so I can know what to expect. And let me know if you run into trouble.
I passed Ron’s Auto Air a couple of minutes ago – are you checking Puppy Shit’s fluids regularly? (Boy, can you see some 3,001 archeologist/historian trying to figure that one out?) Get serious — are you? I don’t even know if it has rods, but a blown one would probably mean the end of an era.
Ah, well, after all this sage stuff, I gotta go. I gotta do some work around here.
I love you, David, always and loads.
P.S. – I still have Garfield paper left!