I am typing this letter slowly as I know you can't read very fast.
We don't live where we did when you left. Your Dad read in the paper that most accidents happen within 20 miles of home, so we moved. I won't be able to send you the address, as the Norwegian family that lived here took the numbers with them so they wouldn't have to change their address.
This place has a washing machine; the first one I ever saw. I put four shirts in it, pulled the chain, and I haven't seen them since! It only rained twice this week - three days the first time and four days the second. The coat you wanted me to send you - your Aunt Olga said it would coast too much to mail with buttons, son, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.
Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out yet if it is a boy or a girl, so I don't know if you are an uncle or an aunt. Your Uncle Bud fell into a whiskey vat. Some men tried to pull him out, but he heroically fought them off and drowned. We cremated him. He burned for three days. Not much else has happened, Write more often.
PS I was going to send money, but the envelope was already sealed before I could get around to it.