Dear Son:
I'm writing this letter 'cause i know you can't read fast. We don't live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen within 20 miles from home, so we moved.
I won't be able to send you the address because the last family that lived here took the house numbers when they moved so they would'nt have to change their address.
This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine. I'm not sure it works so well though: last week, I put a load in and pulled the chain, and I haven't seen the clothes since.
The weather isn't bad here. It only rained twice last week; the first time for 3 days, and the 2nd time for 4 days. About that coat you wanted me to send you. Your Uncle Stanley said it would be too heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on, so we cut them off & put them in the pockets.
Your brother John locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were really worried because it took him 2 hours to get me & your father out.
Your sister had a baby this morning; but I haven't found out what it is yet so I don't know if you are an aunt or uncle. Also, Uncle Ted fell in a whiskey vat last week. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off playfully and drowned. We had him cremated, and he burned for 3 days.
Oh, you should know that your friends went off a bridge in a pickup truck. Ralph was driving. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. Your two other friends were in the back. They drowned because they couldn't get the tailgate down.
There isn't much more news at this time. Nothing much has happened.
Love, Mom
P.S. I was going to send you some money, but the envelope was already sealed.
