Not much to tell you it seems bit I'm writing you anyway. Aunt Zora, Grandma’s Daddy’s youngest sister that is still livin, just about died last week ago Tuesday. She was out watering her petunia baskets with her little Pomeranian, Cicero, under her arm, when that great big old arborvitae tree next to her porch blew over on her. It seems that good-for-nothin son of hers, that used to keep a tarantula spider in an old pickle jar on the porch and scare us with it, was sittin in the house watchin T.V. and supposedly never heard a thing.

This all happened about 5:30 in the late afternoon. Well, a neighbor girl, Lorna Broadenax, knocked on the door about midnight and asked him did he know their garden hose was all runnin out in the street, two or three inches deep. That's when they noticed the fallen arborvitae. It was huge, about twenty feet tall and about twelve across. You know one of those hideous cedar lookin things that people just let take over their yard?

They followed the garden hose into and under it and that's when they heard Aunt Zora moanin. She had chipped a tooth and had two broken ribs. That little Pomeranian dog of hers was squashed pretty bad and must have died instantly. That's why he didn't bark and let any body know they were pinned under there for seven whole hours. The neighbor kids said his eyes and tongue were all bugged out. But you know I thought that was the way he always looked. I can't say that I have ever cared for any Pomeranian dog I have ever encountered, but Cicero was ugly and mean spirited to boot.

‘Member how he used to pee on Daddy's shoe every time we visited them? I remember Aunt Zora didn't speak to Momma for a month, cause she told her that she didn't think it was right for that dog to always be lickin his business in front of us girls. I also can remember that time we drove into their driveway and Daddy saw that wretched little dog sunnin himself right in the middle of it. Well when Daddy gunned the engine of that old powder blue Chevy, to try to run over him, it made Momma drop the Red Velvet cake she was bringing them, off her lap and all over the floor board of the car.

I don't know how that dog survived as long as it did. We used to feed that dog old Camel and Bel-Air cigarette butts, tryin to make him be sick on the rug and get put outside. Well, Daddy would sure be glad to know that Cicero finally got his. And that the Lord decided to mash him flat with that old Arborvitae tree, that Daddy helped Uncle Ed plant about thirty years ago. I think Daddy would be glad to know that he somehow had a hand in that little dog's demise.

Aunt Zora was up and around in two days, But Ed Jr. makes her wear one of those medical alert alarms around her neck when she goes outside now. We thought they oughta write in to that company and tell them that it would make a pretty good commercial for them. "A tree fell on me and killed my dog and we can't get up." Harla and Darla keep goin around the house sayin that over and over. I told em if they didn't quit it, somethin horrible was gonna happen to them. I love em to death, but they are about to drive me crazy this summer.

They went to two weeks of vacation Bible school at our Church and then I sent em to two more weeks at the next door neighbors Church, just to continue the peace and quiet. You will be receiving, by mail, a lovely Jewelry box made out of Popsicle sticks that they made for you, and a framed mosaic rooster made out of thirty two different kinds of beans. They had already given me one of each, so these are for you. I figured the next door neighbor's church couldn't be too bad for em especially if they make the same crafts projects in Vacation Bible School that our Church does.

Did I tell you that I saw Miss Leta Fagberry that used to Baby Sit us kids? Well, She's all stooped over and either her teeth are rotten, or she doesn’t have any. I couldn't tell. She was buyin some of those scratch off cards at the courtesy booth of the Piggly Wiggly, and I was buyin stamps. We had to go or I would have talked to her longer. I think she still lives in her Momma's old house and takes care of her younger sister, Angela Faye Fagberry, who as you may remember, came along late in life when Mrs. Fagberry was Fifty eight, and was born a Mongoloid-Idiot. Miss Leta still drives that old green Nash-Rambler cause we noticed it in the handicapped space when we left, with Angela Faye sittin up kinda' in the front seat. I told the girls to quit starin and get in the car.

I know more has happened then this that you should know about but I better go now. Harla ate an entire package of Fizzies soft drink tablets on the way home in the car and is erpin up green and purple foam and Darla went and cut her own hair with my good pinking sheers. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to take them for a week or two this summer? Didn’t you say your apartment complex has a swimmin pool?

Bye for now and remember, we love you anyway.