ARKANSAS LETTER

Dear Son,

I'm writing this real slow cause I know you can't read that fast.

We don't live where we did when you left. Your Daddy read in the paper that most accidents happen within twenty miles of home, so we moved.

I won't be able to send you the address because the last Arkansas family that lived here took the numbers off the house 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 4 shirts in, pulled the chain and I ain't seen em' since.

It only rained twice this week. Three days the first time and four days the second time.

You know the coat you wanted me to send you? Well, Aunt Sue said it would be too heavy to send in the mail with them heavy buttons on it, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.

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

Your sister had a baby this morning, I ain't heard whether it's a boy or a girl, so I don't know if you are an uncle or an aunt.

Your Uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some mean tried to pull him out, but he fought them off, so he drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days.

Three of you friends went off the bridge in a pick-up. One was driving, the other two was in the back. The driver got out. He rolled the window down and swam to safety. The other two drown. They couldn't get the tailgate down.

Ther's not much news this time, nothing much has happened.

Love, MOM