Dear Son

I'm writing 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 20 miles of home so we moved. I won't be able to send you the address as the last 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 4 shirts in and pulled the chain and haven't seen them since. 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, Aunt Sue said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with those heavy bottons, so we cut the off and put them in the pockets. We got the 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 if it's a boy or a girl, so I don't know if you're a aunt or uncle. Your uncle John fell in the whisky vat. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off bravely and drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days. Three of your frinds went off the bridge in a pickup. One was driving, and the other two were in back. The driver got out. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. The other 2 drowned. They couldn't get the tailgate down. Not much more news except your uncle Ned died. He wanted to be buried at sea and you cousin Tommy drowned digging his grave. Nothing much has happened.

Love,
Mom

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