This is a letter from Grandma to me dated 9/10/1963. I think this is when I was in Hyampom. You know, during this time I was such an arrogant son-of-a-bitch. Here I had all these people writing to me, loving me, wanting me home and I wanted very little to do with them. I loved them, but I had places to go and things to do. You know Grandma believed in Heaven. I mean in Heaven with streets of gold and mansions. This was the reward for those who accepted Jesus as their savior. Well, if anybody deserved a Mansion it was Grandma. But, she used to say that if the good people got the mansions, she would be pleased to live in a tent.
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