Dear Son,
I am writing this real slow, 'cause I know you can't read very
fast.
We don't live where we did when you left. You read in the
paper that most accidents happen within twenty miles of home so
we moved. I won't be able to send you the address 'cause
we don't have one. The last family that lived here took
the numbers off the house 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, pulled the chain and I ain't seem 'em since.
It only rained twice this week. Three days the first time
and four days the second time.
You know the coat you wanted me to send to you? Well ...
Aunt Sue said it would be 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 letter from the funeral home. They said if we
don't make the last payment on Granny's funeral bill ... UP SHE
COMES!
Your sister had a baby this morning, I ain't heard whether it is
a boy or a girl, so I don't know if you're an uncle or an aunt.
Your Uncle John fell in a whiskey vat, some men tried to pull
him out, but he fought them off, so he drowned. We
cremated him and he burned for three days.
Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pick-up
truck. One was driving, the other two were in the
back. The driver got out. He rolled the window down
and swam to safety. The other two drowned. They
couldn't get the tailgate down.
There's not much news this time, nothin' much has happened.
