Day Brightener – A Mississippi Mom’s Letter To Her Mississippi Son

Dear Son,

I’m writing this slow ’cause I know you can’t read fast. We don’t live where we did when you left. Your Dad read in the paper where most acci­dents happen within 20 miles of home, so we moved. I won’t be able to send you the address as the last Mississippi family who lived here took the numbers with them for their next house so they won’t have to change their address.

This place has a washing machine. The first day I put four shirts in it, pulled the chain and haven’t 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, your Aunt Sue said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with them heavy buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.

We got a bill from the funeral home, said if we didn’t make the last pay­ment on Grandma’s funeral, up she comes.

About your Father, he has a lovely new job. He has over 500 men under him. He is cutting grass at the cemetery

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

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

Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pick-up. One was driving, the other two were in the back. The driver got out. He rolled the window down and swam to safety. The other two drowned when they couldn’t get the tail-gate down.

Write us more often when you learn our address.

Love, Mom

P.S. Was going to send you some money , but had already sealed the enve­lope!

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