saallamm guys/gals read this.
Dear Son,
I’m writing this slow 'cause I know you can’t read fast. We don’t live where we did when you left. Your dad read in the paper where the most accidents happened within twenty 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 next house so they wouldn’t have to change the address.
This place has a washing machine. The first day I put four shirts in it, pulled the chain and I haven’t seen 'em since. It only rained twice this week, three days the first time and four days the second time.
The coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt Sue said it would be a little heavy to send in the mail with them heavy buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.
We got the bill from the funeral home. It said if we didn’t make the last payment on grandma’s funeral bill, up she comes.
Your father has a lovely new job. He has over five hundred men under him. He is cutting grass at the cemetery.
Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven’t found out whether it’s a boy or a girl, so I don’t know whether you are an aunt or an uncle.
Your Uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some man tried to pull him out, but he fought them off playfully, so he drowned. We cremated him. He burned for three days.
Three of your friends went off the bridge in a 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 'cause they couldn’t get the tailgate down.
Not much more news this time, nothing much has happened.
Love Mom
P.S. I was going to send you money, but the envelope was already sealed.
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