I'm writing 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 20 miles of home, so we moved. I won’t be able to send you the address as the last Kentucky family that lived here took the number with them for their next house so they would not have to change their address.

This place has a washing machine. The first day I put four shifts in it, pulled the chain and haven't seem '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 you, your 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 pocket.

We got a bill from the funeral home; said if we don't make the last payment on Grandma's funeral, up she comes.

About your father, he has a lovely new job.  He has over 500 men under him.  He’s cutting grass at the cemetery.

 About your sister, she had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it is a boy or girl, so I don't know if you are an aunt or an uncle.

Your uncle John fell into the whiskey vat.  Some men tried to pull him out  but he fought them off playfully ‘til he drowned.  We cremated him, he burned for 3 days.

Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pickup.  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 more this time, nothing much has happened.

Write more often.                             Love. MOM

p. s.. I was going to send you some money, but the envelope was already sealed.