I’m writeing this 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 most accidents happen within twenty-five miles of the house, so
we moved. This place has a washin machine. The first day I put four
shirts in it and pulled the chain and haven’t seen them since. We had
us a fire in the bathroom the other day, we were just lucky it didn’t
spread to the house.
It’s only rained twice this week – three days the first time
and four days the second. The coat you wanted me to send, well your
aunt Sue said it was too heavy to mail with all those big buttons on
it, so we cut them off and they’re in one of the pockets.
We got a bill from the funeral home, said if we didn’t make
the last payment on Granmas funeral, up she comes. Your uncle Joe
fell in the whiskey vat yesterday. Some men tried to pull him out,
but he fought ‘em all off and finally drownded. We cremated him
right after and he’s still burnin good this morning.
Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pickup-truck,
one was drivin; two in the back. The driver rolled the window down
and swam out, the two in the back couldn’t get the tail-gate down so
they drowned. Not much new this time, nothing much happens round
here, will try to write more next time.
P.S. Was gonna send you some money but already had this sealed up.