Dear Son,

Im writing this slow cause I know you cant read fast. We dont live where we did when you left. Your dad read in the paper that most accidents happen within twenty miles of home, so we moved. Wont be able to send you the address as the last Arkansas family that lived here took the numbers with them for their house, so they wouldnt have to change their address.

This place has a washing machine. The first day I put four shirts in it, pulled the chain and havent 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 it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with them heavy buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.

We got a bill from the funeral home, and it said if we didnt make the final payment on Grandmas funderal bill, up she comes.

About your sister, she had a baby this morning. I havent found out whether if it is a boy or a girl so dont know if you are an Aunt or Uncle.

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

Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pickup. One was driving and the other two were in the back. The driver got out. He rolled down the window and swam to safery. The other 2 drowned. They couldnt get the tail gate down.

Not much more news this time. Nothing much happened. If you dont get this letter, please let me know and I will send another one.

Love, Ma