Dear Jean Pierre:
I am writing this letter slow because I know that you can't read fast. We don't live where we did when you left. Your Dad read in the paper that most accidents happen within 20 miles from the house, so he moved. I won't be able to send you the address cause the family that lived here took the numbers for their next house so they wouldn't have to change their address.
This place has a washing machine. The first day I put 4 shirts in it, pulled the chain and have not seen them since. It only rained twice this week, three days the first time and four days the second time. The coat you wanted me to send you, well your Aunt said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with the heavy buttons, so we cut them off and placed them in the coat pocket.
About your father, he has a lovely new job. He has over 500 men under him, he is cutting the grass at the cemetery. About your sister, she had a baby this morning. I don't know if it is a boy or girl. So I don't know if you are a uncle or an aunt.
All three of your friends went off the bridge in a pickup truck. One was the driver and the other two were in the back. The driver got out, he rolled down the window and he swim to the bank. Your other two friends drowned because they couldn't get the tailgate down.
Your uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some men tried to get him out but he fought them off so he drowned. We cremated his body and it burned for three days.
Not much more news than this, nothing much happened. Write more often or more times than you do.
P.S. I was going to send you some money but the envelope was already sealed.