I am 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 twenty miles of home, so we moved. I won't be able to send you the address cause the last family that lived here took the number with them for their next house so they wouldn't have to change their address.
This place has a washing machine. The first day I put four shirts in it and pulled the chain and haven't seen them 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 the buttons off and put them in the pockets.
We got a bill from the funeral home, said if we didn't make the last payment on Grandma's funeral bill, up she comes.
About your father - he has a lovely new job, with 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's a boy or a girl, so I don't know whether you're an aunt or an uncle.
Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pick-up. One was driving, and the other two were in the back. The driver got out, he rolled down his window and swam to safety. The Other two drowned. They couldn't get the tailgate down.
Your uncle John fell into the whiskey vat. Someone tried to pull him out, but he fought them off, so he drowned. We cremated him. He burned for three days!
Not much more news this time; nothing much happened.
P.S. I was going to send you some money, but the envelope was already sealed.
(From the June 1995 Callaway Assembly of God Senior Adult News Letter.) (Callaway Fl.)