DEAR READERS: Cleaning out files, I ran across this email (from 2008) that is a charming story about my mother, the original Heloise, 1919-1977. Please enjoy!
In 1969, I was a nursing student in New York City. I was on a crosstown bus one day and a well-dressed “older woman” (i.e. my mother’s age) got on the bus. She didn’t realize that exact change was required.
The bus driver was NOT very pleasant about it. I paid her fare. She sat next to me and we talked while we rode the bus. I had NO idea who she was.
She asked my name and where I went to school. Later that week, an autographed copy of her latest book was delivered to my dorm!
Sadly, my own mother (who was delighted to see the book) lost this precious keepsake somewhere between retiring in New Jersey, and relocating to Texas.
I’m so tickled to see that you’ve carried on your mother’s legacy. You and your mother have been a godsend to so many hapless housewives, like me! Thank you so much for all you do. -- Cathy W. via email
Cathy, this just made me smile! I can see her, and she was probably wearing a suit, a nylon net hat she made, and carrying her monogrammed (in gold) briefcase! -- Heloise