Arkansas Mother to Arkansas Son

Dear son,

I am writing this slow cause I know you can't read fast. We dont 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 you the address as the last arkansas family that lived here took the 
numbers with them for there 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 
and 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.

The coat you wanted me to send to you, aunt Sue said would be a little to 
heavy to send in tha mail with them heavy buttons, so we cut them off and 
put them in the pockets.

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 girl or a boy, so I don't know if you are an aunt or uncle.

Your uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some men tried to pull him out 
but he fought them off, so he drowned. We cremated him, 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 
down the window and swam to safety, the other two drowned. They couldn't 
get the tailgate down.

Not much news this time. Nothing much has happened.

Love,

Mom

P.S. I was going to send you money, but the envelope was already sealed.