Letter from From Mum in Newfoundland...

Dear Son; I am writing this slow because you can't read fast.

We don't live where we did when you left. Your dad read in the paper that most car accidents happen within 20 miles of home - so we moved. I can't send the address as the last Newfie family that lived here took the numbers with them for their next house, so they wouldn't have to change their address.

This place has a washing machine. But the first day I put 4 shirts in it,
pulled the chain and I haven't seen them since.

It rained here only twice last week - three days the first time and four the second time.

About the coat you wanted me to send you, Aunt Sue said it would be a little heavy to send in the mail with them heavy buttons, so we cut them off. I put them in the pockets.

We got a bill from the Funeral Home; it said that if we didn't make the last payment on Grandma's funeral, up she comes!

About your sister, she had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it is a girl or a boy so I don't know if you're an Aunt or an Uncle.

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

Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pickup. One was driving and the other two were in the back. The driver got out, he rolled down the window and swam to safety. The other two drowned - they couldn't get the tailgate open!

Aunt Mabel is knitting you some socks. She would have sent by now, but I told her you had grown another foot since she saw you last, so she had to knit another one.

No more news for now.

Love

Mum