TO: Kentucky Son
FROM: Kentucky Mom
Dear Son,
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 shirts in it, 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 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
pockets.
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 is 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 a girl, so I don't know if
you are an aunt or and uncle.
Your Uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some men tried to
pull him out, but he fought them off playfully, so 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 news 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.
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