Letter from Mom

Dear Son:

I am writing this slow cause I know you can't read too fast.

We don't live where we did when you left. Your dad read in the paper
that most car accidents happened within twenty miles of home, so we
moved. I can't 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! But the first day I put four shirts
in it, pulled the chain, and haven't seen them since.

I rained here only twice last week -- three day the first time and 4
days the second time.

About the coat you wanted me to send you. Aunt Sue said it would be
too heavy to send in the mail with them heavy buttons, so we cut them
off and put them in the pockets.

We go the bill from the funeral home and it said that if we didn't
make the final payment on grandma's funeral, up she comes.

About your sister. She 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 uncle
or an aunt.

Your uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some men tried to pull him
out, but he fought them off and drowned. We cremated him and he burned
for three days.

Three of your friends went off the bridge in their pick-up. One was
driving and the other two were in the back. The driver got out, he
rolled down the window and swam to safety. The other two drowned as
they couldn't get the tailgate open.

Aunt Mabel is knitting you some socks. She would have sent them by
now, but I told her you had grown antoher foot since she last saw you,
so she has to knit you another one.

Not much news this time. Nothing much has happened.

                              Love, Mom.