My dear son,
Just a few lines to let you know that I am still alive. I am writing this letter slowly because I know yocan’t read fast. You won’t know the house when you come home. We’ve moved.
It was a lot of trouble moving- the most difficult part was the bed. You see the man would’nt take it in the taxi. It would’nt have been too bad if your father had’nt been sleeping in it at the time. I am sorry that we are so far together. I wish we were closer apart. About your father he has a lovely new job. He has five hundred men under him. He’s cutting grass at the cemetery.
My friend died and is doing fine. Another friend has the mumps and is having a swell time. He’s at death’s door and the doctor is trying to pull him through.
There was a washing machine in the new house when we moved in, but it’s not working too good. Last week I put four shirts into it, pulled the chain and have’nt seen the shirts since.
Your sister Barbara had a baby this morning. I have’nt heard whether it’s a boy or a girl, so I don’t know if you are a aunt or a uncle. We got a letter from the undertaker yesterday. He said that if the last installment was’nt paid on your grandmother’s grave within seven days, up she comes.
I sent you a coat by express, so I cut off the buttons to make it lighter. If you want them they are in the pocket.
I started out to Ohio, to visit you. I saw a sign that said “This will take you to Ohio.” I sat on it for three hours, but the thing did’nt move.
you loving mother
P.S. I was going to send you $10.00, butI had already sealed the envelope.