A letter from a Polish Mother to her Son. Dear Son. Just a few lines to let you know that I'm writing this letter slowly because I know you cannot read fast. You won't know the house when you come home…we've moved. About you 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 isn't working too good. Last week I put 14 shirts in it, pulled the chain and 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 a girl, so I do not know whether you're an Aunt or Uncle. Your Uncle Dick Drowned last week in a vat of whiskey in 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. It kept him going till new years day. I went to the doctor last thusday and you father cam with me. The doctor put a tube in my mouth and told me not to open it for 10 minutes. Your father offered to buy it from him. It only rained twice this week, First for three days and then for four days. Monday it was so windy that one of our chickens laid the same edd four times. We had a letter yesterday from the undertaker. He said if the last installment for your grandmother wasn't paid within 7 days, up she comes. Your loving mother, Mama Buccheit P.S. I was going to send $10.00 but I already sealed the envelope.
im typing this slowly cause i know nevin doesnt read fast... h....a....h....a....h....a meh it was almost funny lol
