Dear Son,

I'm writing this '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 happen within twenty miles of home,so we moved.I
won't be able to send to you the address as the last Arkansas family that
lived here took the numbers with them for their next house,so they
wouldn't have to 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 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 to you, Aunt Sue said it would be a
little too heavy to send in the mail with them heavy buttons,so we cut
the buttons off and put them in the pockets before mailing.

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 sister;she had a baby this morning.I haven't found out
whether it is a boy or a girl, so I don't know if you are an Aunt or an
Uncle.

Your Uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some men 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.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.

Not much more news this time, nothing much has happened.

Love,

Your Momma

P.S. I would have sent you some money,but I done already closed this
letter up in the envelope.

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