Warning: This might be classified as humor or junk mail. Hope some of you
enjoy it. It was sent to me by friends who are missionaries in Japan. Merry
Christmas to all. Nancy V
LETTER FROM AN ARKANSAS MOTHER TO HER SON
Dear Son:
I am writing this slow because I know you can't read fast. We don't live
where we did when you left. Your Dad 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 cause the last family that lived here took the house numbers
with them 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 down on the handle and haven't seen them since. It only rained twice
this week, three days the first time and four the second time.
The coat you wanted me to send you, Aunt Sue said it would be a little too
heavy to send in the mail with all 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 didn't make the last payment
on Grandma's funeral bill, up she comes.
About your father, he has a lovely new job. He has over five hundred 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 girl, so I don't know if you are an Aunt or an Uncle.
Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pickup. One was driving,
the other two was in the back. The driver got out, he rolled down the window
and swam to safety. The other two drowned, they could not get the tailgate
down.
Your Uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some men tried to pull him out,
but he fought them off, then he drowned. We cremated him and he burned for
three days.
Not much more news this time, nothing much happened.
Write more often.
Love, Mom
P.S. I was going to send you some money, but the envelope was already sealed.
