Dear Grandpa its sorta nice to have gone out with you and now we get to go out again. How’s grandma feeling I heard she got sick. Guess what I got a really good report which I felt real good for once. Well hows everyone else. And Tuesday I get to see my mom my real mom. I still haven’t heard from mom and dad which is sorta horrible. Real dad and step mother Beverly. One thing I’m glad of it that it isn’t the end of the world. So I hope I’ll still get to see them. Its been five months and one day golly it see’s like its been a year. Well, I’ll have to sign off with all my life and Love
Love Linda Rose Miller (Skinflint)name my real dad called me.P.S. I Love You
dear Grandpa
Guess what I wrote to the Monkees in Hollywood isn’t it Wonderful I asked to be a member of that singling club I hope he writes back but I wrote to all four of them. I am very sorry for you because your in the hospital. I saw mom and dad Friday 22, 1968, and we didn’t go to the funeral because she said something like we won’t like it. Well I’ve run out of words so I’ll say say hi to grandma and you and to Grandpa Lorenz. By By now
Love Linda Rose Miller
P.S. I will always love you and everyone of my ansesters
Dear Grandpa and Grandma
Today is Saturday I’m going on a yaught ride Today. How are you? How do you like my new stationery. Kind of pretty isn’t it. It matches my middlename Rose that’s why I bought it, it only cost 49 cents. 24 decorated sheets 6 plain sheets 24 envelopes I’m giving you some rocks I have some Iron too. Monday I get to see my real mom, she is bringing a guitar and another big surprise Well say hi to every one else for me
Love you
Granddaughter
Linda Rose Miller
P.S. please send Grandpa Miller’s house number (Lorenz?) and Carries and margies I forgot them (if you can) Love you Hee Hee Hee
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These letters are very sweet. I love the part of writing to all the members of the Monkees. I sure wish I could have met him not to mention to have had the opportunity to know him.
These letters are very sweet. I love the part of writing to all the members of the Monkees. I sure wish I could have met him not to mention to have had the opportunity to know him.
He was an amazing man that offered me a place to feel grounded when I had no other family who wanted me. Not feeling sorry for myself, but saying what is true. When I read through some of my letters, I realize that I must have been much sadder than I had remembered. Just to think that I actually counted the days since the last time my real dad and step mom had been to see me at Christie School. And I was so excited to see my real mom.
By the way, she did come to see me. And she did bring me a guitar, and also a stuffed yellow lion and a green doll that was a pajama bag.
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