My dear cousin Moron,

I sat myself down, pencil in hand to typewrite you a letter while standing, pardon the pen and ink.

I don’t live where I lived before, I moved to where I live now. When you come see me ask anyone, Nobody Knows.

We are having more weather this year than before.

My Aunt Milly, who really isn’t my aunt, died and is doing nicely. Hope you are the same. Her health leaked out and the Doctor gave up hopes after she died.

My cousin, who has the mumps, is doing fine. She is near death’s door but she just doesn’t seem to go in. We hope the Doctors can pull her through.

I started for camp Livingston to see you, but when I remembered you were not at Fort Riley, I didn’t go. I laughed instead and started for New York to see you and there I saw a sign that said, “THIS TAKES YOU TO NEW YORK”, and I sat there for three hours, but the darn thing never moved.

I am mailing you a coat by express, I cut the buttons off to make it lighter, but you will find them in the coat pocket.

If you don’t get this letter, let me know and I will mail it to you.

Oh Yes! Our neighbor’s baby swallowed a pin but they fed him a pin cushion and he is O.K. now.

I meant to send you the $5.00 that I owe you but I sealed the envelope before I gave it a thought.

Your loving sister,

Susie Moron

P.S.

Please excuse the handwriting as I use the adding machine.