My Dear Canadian Son Claude:

Jus a few lines to let you know dat hi ham still halive.  Hi ham writing dis letter slowly because hi know dat you cannot read fast.

You won't know the house when you come home -- we move.

Der was a washing machine in da new house when we move in, but it hain't working too good.  Last week I put 14 shirt in, pull de chain and hain't see de shirts since.

About you papa, he has a nice new job.  He had 624 men under him, He cut de grass in da cemetary.

Your sister Jackie has a baby dis morning.  Hi haven't found out if hits a boy or girl, so hi don't know if you're a haunt or a huncle.

Your huncle Pierre drown last week in a vat of whiskey in Tree River, Quebec.  Some of hiss wormate dive in to save him -- but he fight dem hoff bravely.  We cremate his body, and it take tree day to put hout da fire.

Your papa did not have mush to drink at Christmas -- hi put a bottle of castor oil in his mug of beer --  hit kept him going til New Years day.

Hi went to da doctor on Tursday, and your papa come wit me.  Da doctor put a small tube in my mouth and tol me not to open it for ten minute.  Your papa offer to buy it from him.

Hit only rain twice dis week -- first for tree day, den for 4 days.  Munday hit was so windy dat one of hour chicken lay de same hegg four times.

We get a letter from da undertaker -- he say if da payment was not paid on your grandma in 7 day -- up she come.

Your lovin mama,

P.S. -- Hi was gonna sen you $10, but hi halready seel da henvelope.