September 23, 1976 (Letter from Debbie)

I just got your letter so I thought I'd sit down and write to you while I have a few spare minutes.  I did promise no more several month delays.

The weather here has been beautiful, for Michigan.  But I do miss Montana.  I think if I had lived my whole life there I would still miss it.  I loved Montana.  Someday, I'm dreaming again, I'll go back.

You asked "how special" my relationship is.  Well, that's hard to say.  I care for Hank an awful lot, too much for a gal who doesn't want to get "involved".  It's really a funny (strange) situation.  First of all, let me tell you about how I met him & the circumstances leading up to now.  I met him at a Parents Without Partners (PWP) Bi-Centennial carnival.  He was working on the kissing booth & I was working in the booth next to him.  He kept teasing me until I came over and bought a kiss. Wow!  Did he kiss! He was perfect for the job.  Anyway, I met him again that night at the dance. He took me out to breakfast afterwards.  We've been seeing each other since. Now comes the "cute" part.  When I met him he was living with another girl.  He had been trying to get her to leave for several weeks then.  Anyway, he gave her 2 weeks to move out.  So on her deadline she moved back home with her parents. Then one night during a PWP meeting Hank got a phone call from Marlene.  She said she got into a big fight with her parents and wanted to stay the night at his house.  He, being the kind of person he is, said ok.  Well here it is 6 weeks later and she's still there.  She told him the next day that her folks had kicked her out & it was because of him.  He told me last night he feels guilty because it was his fault she got kicked out.  So here I am in the triangle, Hank, Marlene, & me.  I don't know what to do or think.  He's a fantastic guy.  He's super with my kids, but I feel like I'm going with a married man.  I know he cares about me, but he is like you, "no commitments".  Sometimes I'd just like to say go away & leave me alone, but I can't.  I care too much.  So, I ask you, how special?  He gives me alot of good times & alot of heartache. Is that love?

I didn't mean to spend my whole time talking about Hank & me, sorry.  Well anyway let me know what you think.  Write soon & take care.

June 14, 1975 (Letter from Debbie)

Montana June 1975

I sure was glad to hear from you.  And so prompt too.

The weather here is beautiful today, now yesterday was something else.  It rained and rained and rained.  That made me wish I was back in Montana, where it rains for 1/2 hour then the sun shines. But when it was a beautiful day today I decided to stay where I'm at.

I'm selling Avon now.  There's not much money in it, but I'll get by.  I'm going tomorrow to see if I qualify for a townhouse.  They are really nice.  They are two bedroom and fully carpeted.  Really nice. I sure hope I quality.  I need a place of my own.  My mom is great, but her house is just too small for three more people, and the kids get on her nerves pretty bad.  So I'm looking forward to my own place. I'll let you know when I move, but you can write me here until then.

If you get out this way you better come and see me.  If I get my townhouse I'll have plenty of room for you to stay with me for awhile.  You will, won't you?

What's new in Montana?  Deer Lodge no less!  Anything exciting  happening?  I home so, for your sake anyway.

I've joined a Parents without Partners Club.  It's really a nice idea.  They meet twice a month and have a discussion time and then a dance.  I've met a few really nice guys, and I've had a great time.  I sure wish you were here, though.

Do you ever see Mickey?  She never gave me my cake decorating set back.  I just wanted to make sure she didn't move.

Jody starts speech theropy in July.  (As I'm sure you've noticed my spelling is terrible.)  Anyway, I'm sure looking forward to his going.  It'll do us both good.

Well I guess I'd better quit boring you.  Write soon.  Be good and don't do anything I wouldn't, ok??!

May 12, 1975 (Letter from Debbie)

Just a short note to say I'm thinking about you.  Thanks for being there when I needed someone.

Not too much has happened since I got here.  Joe followed me out here.  So all my hopes of getting away from all the hassles just went up in smoke.  I wish you were here.  You make me feel so good.  Thanks for you going to church with me.  You made such a nice evening for me.

Boy the weather here is beautiful.  It's in the 70's.  Yesterday it was 78.   You can keep the old now.

I've got to go for now.  I'll write more later.  Please write.  My address is Debbie DeLozier - 9040 Williams - Taylor, Michigan 48180.  Sometime when you feel rich, give m a call.  My number is 313-292-9249.

Be good and stay out of trouble.  Write soon.  Brighten my day!   You know send me a little of sunshine from your smile.