Letter from Home

Dear Stanley,

I am writing to you slow because, i know you can't read fast. We don't live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the paper that most accidents happen within twenty miles from home, so we moved. I won't be able to send you the address, as the last family that lived here took the house numbers when they left, so that they wouldn't have to change their address.

This place is real nice. It even has a washing machine. I'm not sure it works well. Last week i put a load of clothes in, pulled the chain, and haven't seen them since. The weather isn't to bad. It only rained twice last week. The first time it rained for three days, and the second time it rained for four days. The coat you wanted me to send to you, your aunt said that it would be a little heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on, so we cut them off and put them in your pockets.

We got another bill from the funeral home. They said if we didn't make the last payment on Grandpa's funeral, up he comes. Your Uncle Stan locked his keys in his brand new Buick yesterday. We were worried, because it was a hot day and it took him two hours to get Aunt Anna and the kids out.

Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out yet what it is, so i don't know if you are an Aunt or an Uncle. Your Uncle John fell in a whiskey vat. Some men tried to pull him out but he fought them off and drowned. We had him cremated amd he burned for three days.

Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pick-up truck. One was driving and the other two were riding in the back. The driver got out. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. The other two 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 money, but the envelope was sealed.

Washington Apple Pi IFAQ
lic Saturday, November 8, 1997