| Dear Son: Just
a few lines to let you know that I'm still alive. I'm writing this letter slowly because I
know that you cannot read fast. You won't know the house when you come home. . . we've
moved.
About your father. . . He has a lovely new
job. He has 500 men under him. He is cutting the grass at the cemetery.
There was a washing machine in the new
house when we moved in, but it wasn't working too good. Last week I put 14 shirts into it,
pulled the chain, and I haven't seen the shirts since.
Your sister Mary had a baby this morning. I
haven't found out whether it is a boy or girl, so I don't know whether you're an aunt or
uncle.
Your Uncle Dick drowned last week in a vat
of whiskey in a Dublin brewery. Some of his workmates dived in to save him, but he fought
them off bravely. We cremated his body, and it took three days to put out the fire.
Your father didn't have much to drink at
Christmas. I put a bottle of castor oil in his pint of beer. That kept him going till New
Years day.
I went to the doctor on Thursday and your
father came with me. The doctor put a small tube into my mouth and told me not to open it
for ten minutes. Your father offered to buy it from him.
It only rained twice last week. First for 3
days, and then for 4 days. Monday it was so windy that one of our chickens laid the same
egg four times.
We had a letter yesterday from the
undertaker. He said if the last installment wasn't paid on your grandmother within 7 days;
up she comes.
Your Loving Mother,
P. S. I was going to send you $10.00 but I
had already sealed the envelope. | 
