Letter Dad wrote November 12, 1972

Dear Son,

I am writing this letter on the kitchen table. It is late in the evening. The party is over and everyone has gone home. It was a glass party put on by Celia and Mom. They sold about $200 worth of stuff. It is like a Stanley Party. They dont get the money but they get credit for it on any item they want. The items are made of glass. Everyone is fine. Mom is well after being sick last night like I told you on the phone. Now, Lillian has the flu and I hope she gets well by tomorrow in time for school. I am writing this letter on some of your notebook paper. I think you recognize it. I am sending a recent picture of Micheal and Patrick. I hope you like them and keep them in your wallet. They were taken in school where they are both doing ver good.

Well, now I better answer your letter, but first I better read it again. Oh, before I forget I gave Celia your address so you will probably get another letter soon. She told me not worry about you. "He's got the same determination that I have!"
I am glad that you like the people and the place where you live. If you treat them right they will do likewise. The same holds true for your job. Always be willing to learn something new everyday. Like they used to tell me as a busboy. "Never learve the kitchen empty handed". So whey you leave your old job take something with you, "Knowledge".

Do you mind my preaching! I hope not because I dont have much money. The Lord said; "the one who is the greatest is the one who serves the rest".
Enough! Enough!

O yes , son I missed you like I told you on the phone. But I dont have time to sit around and think. I do think about you when I am working an sometimes when I look out the backdoor. But I am getting used to it and I realize that you have to live your own life. And I am proud that you are doing a good job of it.
I am sorry that you are having trouble with Maria Lopez cooking. Well in time your stomach will get used to it. Get some baking soda like we have at home.

Well son that all for now. I think we said most of it on the phone last night. Write soon.
Your loving Dad
R.I. Terronez