DEAR SON
I'm 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 where most accidents happen within 20 miles of home, so we moved. 

This place has a washing machine. The first day I put four shirts in it, I pulled the chain and haven't seen them since.   It only rained twice this week. three days the first time and four day's the second time.  

About the Coat you wanted me to send to you, your aunt Sue, said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with them big 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.  

Your Uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off. So he drowned. We Cremated him. He burned for three  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 the window and swam to safety. The other two drowned because they couldn't get the tailgate down.   Not much more news this time. Nothing much has happened.   Write more later.     
  Love Mom 
P.S. "I was going to send you some money but already had this sealed.
                  "Enough Said
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