A Letter from Your Polish Mother

Just a few lines to let you know that I'm still alive. I am writing this slow because I know you cannot read fast. You won't know the house when you come home. We've moved. I can't send you the new address as the last Polish family who lived here took the numbers with them so that they would not have to change their address. About your father: He has a lovely job, he has 500 men under him, he's cutting grass at a cemetery. There was a washing machine in this house when we moved in, it isn't working to good. Last week I put in 14 shirts and pulled the chain and haven't seen them since. Your sister Mary had a baby this morning, I haven't found out if its a boy or girl so I can't tell you if you are an aunt or an uncle. Your Aunt Christina gave up the birth control pills when your uncle Joe bought a condominium. Your Uncle Dick drowned last week in a vat of whiskey at the brewery, some of his fellow workers dived in to save him, but he fought them off bravely. We had the body creamated, and it took three days to put out the fire. Your father did not have too much to drink over Christmas I put a bottle of caster oil in his beer and it kept him going tell New Years. I went to the doctors on Thursday, and dad went with me, the doctor put a small tube in my mouth and told me not to talk for ten mineutes...your father offered to buy the tube from him. It rained only twice last week, first for three days and then for four days. Monday the wind was so bad one of the chickens laid the same egg four times. We had a letter from the undertaker, he said that if the last installment wasn't paid on grandmother UP SHE COMES. Romember yoy friend Tom? Well he is no longer in the world, his father died and wanted to be buried at sea, Tom drowned digging his grave

Love, MOM

P.S. I was going to send you money, but I already sealed the envelope...