Saturday, November 9, 2013

A letter from my mother 1978 found after her death!

Wednesday, May 24, 1978
My dear son, Michael,
I write this letter to you with love in my heart for you.   I want to dedicate this letter with these thoughts of you.
“MOST MEMORABLE DAYS IN THE GROWING YEARS OP MICHAEL APKE".
Michael Apke, born on October 2, 1956.   Weighed 9# 8 oz. Parents, Verne & John Apke.
This was a most happy day for your Dad & I.   We were so proud to have a son.
You were a good baby.   At 6 months, you had pnernonitis, you recovered quickly.   We gave you very special care.
You were a very inquisitive baby.   In examining any toy, you would take it apart and try to put it together again.   You preferred looking how a carpet sweeper worked then a small toy.
At 3 years old, we found you in the garage painting a small maple rooking chair.
In Kindergarten, you never wanted to take naps, but always wanted to play.
Remember 1st grade, when you told Sister Editha that the kids in the classroom could take a tour through our trailer which was parked in our back yard   it certainly was a thrill to all of them.
Remember you get the chicken pox the day before we were to leave for Florida to visit Big Grandma in our trailer?   We decided to leave you with little Grandma until we came back.   When we arrived in Florida we missed you and had you fly down by yourself in your first airplane flight (of course with the consent of the doctor).   I remember you enjoyed the plane so much; you wanted to fly back instead of going with us in the trailer.
Remember you were an altar boy, paper boy, Boy Scout, and little league. You helped shovel the sidewalks and would almost shovel half the block.
In sixth grade you one the 1st place Science Fair award for the whole school in RADIO APPARATUS. In the seventh grade again you won second place. It was the working of an engine.   In 8th grade* you won 1st place again in. the Science Award for the "Atoms."
When you graduated 8th grade at St. Richards School, you were presented an award for "The most cooperative boy in school". We were so proud.

Your choice of high schools was St. Laurence.   You were accepted and graduated from there.   Your sports activity was wrestling.

Remember, the trailer trips we had taken, almost every year. You were always at Dad's side.   He showed you how to fish, swim and of course auto mechanics.

Remember too, hot much you enjoyed 0le in Wisconsin*   You. Loved to hear him tell tales about fishing and hunting,
When you were 16, you took your driver’s license test and passed. You started working at 16 at South End Carthage,   You enjoyed saving money.    At 18 you bought a car.
Remember graduation of High School.   At the ceremony, you were the only one without a tie.   Before they called you to get the diploma, you, borrowed the tie from the guy behind you.    We found out later, that one of your friend’s car broke down, and you were fixing it and left the tie in the back of their oar.
, Remember, when you had the toe operation.   The doctor said you should ware gym shoes*   that made you the happiest guy in high school. You even teak your gym shoes along with you to your school prom.  You wore them after the prom was over.
In1973, at our 26th wedding anniversary, you wanted to surprise us with a 1948 Ford car you purchased (the year of our wedding :,) you and Ray Kaszuba were working on it for 2 months.   You got it in front of our house but it wouldn’t start*
These are memories of you that I can never forget*

When you became 18, you wanted to be independent.   You moved away on your own*
I want to tell you that you’re Dad & I loved you and did what we thought was best for you*

Some other incidents I recall now:
                                                                                                                              
Remember when you took speech lessons from Mrs. Smith.   You had a
Slur that was to be corrected.   It improved your speech in the few
Lessons you took.
Remember also, the speech class had a play and your barn door was open and the white shirt sticking out of it.   That was the last time, you vent to speech classes.
Remember when you wanted to type your homework? You drew a keyboard on a piece of cardboard and learned how to type*
Remember when you had a difficult time doing fractions. I would work with you every day and then one day you said, to me “Mom thanks for allowing me how to do fractions* I'm good at. it now*
I remember when you ware camping with the scouts and you sent ma a poem on a bark, from a tree,   "Roses are red* violets are blue I miss and love you".   It warmed my heart*
Remember when the sewer in the front lawn was blocked*   Dad was sick, and we hired someone to unclog it*   you were about 11 then*   you said to Dad that the guy didn't know was a ratchet wrench was.
Remember when little Grandma broke her hip and you visited her at the hospital and told her she could have your room until she was up and around


These momenta in your young life I want to remember.


Some other incidents I recall now:
                                                                                                                              
Remember when you took speech lessons from Mrs. Smith.   You had a
Slur that was to be corrected.   It improved your speech in the few
Lessons you took.
Remember also, the speech class had a play and your barn door was open and the white shirt sticking out of it.   That was the last time, you vent to speech classes.
Remember when you wanted to type your homework? You drew a keyboard on a piece of cardboard and learned how to type*
Remember when you had a difficult time doing fractions. I would work with you every day and then one day you said, to me “Mom thanks for allowing me how to do fractions* I'm good at. it now*
I remember when you ware camping with the scouts and you sent ma a poem on a bark, from a tree,   "Roses are red* violets are blue I miss and love you".   It warmed my heart*
Remember when the sewer in the front lawn was blocked*   Dad was sick, and we hired someone to unclog it*   you were about 11 then*   you said to Dad that the guy didn't know was a ratchet wrench was.
Remember when little Grandma broke her hip and you visited her at the hospital and told her she could have your room until she was up and around



                                                     These momenta in your young life I want to remember.







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