Dear Son,
I'm writing this slow cuz I know you can't read fast.
We don't live where we did when you left. Your Pa read
in the paper that most accidents happen within twenty miles
of home so, we moved.
Won't be able to send you the address as the last family,
from Arkansas, that lived here took the numbers with them
so they wouldn't have to change their address.
This new place has a washing machine! The first day I put
four shirts in it, pulled the chain and haven't seen 'em since.
It only rained twice this week, three days the first time
and four days the second time.
That coat that you wanted me to send you? Aunt Sue said
it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with them
big heavy buttons so, we cut them off and put them in the
pockets.
After you Grandma died we got a letter from the funeral
home. It said if we didn't make the final payment on her
funeral bill..... Up she comes!
And, about your sister, she had a baby this morning. I ain't
found out if it's a boy or a girl so I don't know if you are a
aunt or a uncle.
Your uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some men tried to git
him out but, he was havin too much fun. He drowned. We had him
cremated. He burned for three daze.
Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pickup. Bubbah
James was drivin. He rolled the window down and swam out. The two
in the back drowned. They couldn't get the tail gate down.
Not much more news at this time.
If you don't get this letter, let me know and I'll send another
one.
Luv, Ma

That gives new meaning to gettin rid of th kids :wink: