Dear Son:
I am writing this letter very slow cause I know you can't read too fast. We don't live where we did when you left. Your dad read in the paper most accidents happen within 20 miles of home, so we moved. I won't be able to send you the address cause the last family that lived here took the numbers with them for their new house so they wouldn't have to have change their address.
This place has a washing machine. The first day I put four shirts in it, pulled the chain and haven't seen them shirts since. Guess we will have to buy another one - different model.
It only rained twice this week - 3 days the first time and 4 days the second time.
The coat you wanted me to send you, well you Aunt Sue said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with them heavy buttons on it, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.
We got a bill from the funeral home, said if we didn't make the last payment on Grandma's funeral bill, up she comes.
About your father - he has a lovely new job. He has over 500 men under him. He is cutting the grass at the cemetery.
Your sister Jean had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it is a girl or a boy, so I don't know if you are an aunt or uncle.
Three of your friends went off the bridge in a brand new pickup truck. One was driving, the other two were in the back. The driver got out - he rolled down the window and swam to safety - the other two drowned. They couldn't get the tailgate down.
Last week your Uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some men standing nearby tried to pull him out, but he fought them off - so he drowned. We cremated him, he burned for three days.
Not much more news this time, nothing much has happened.
Write more often.
Love, Mom
PS: I was going to send you some money, but the envelope was already sealed.
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Date: 2002-11-20 10:08 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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