Dear Ma and Pa
Well me and the wife finally made it to Branson yesterday afternoon, the wagon train was moving slow many hardships along the way. We lost the dog and Aunt Edna. By late last night we were drinking wassail and making merry at Silver Dollar City. WE are really roughing it on our adventure. This internet service at our hotel is so sloooooow. And we well probably have to wait for awhile to get seated at Red Lobster. Damn. Tomorrow we will try to get the wagon train to stop at Chile's on the way back home.
Well we have to go shopping before back to SDC.
that is for now Joe Nov. 1882
13 years ago
4 comments:
Dear Little Joe,
It rained so hard here in the prairie that the dog drowned. But don't worry, we double bagged him and put him with Grandpa.
Are you enjoying the applebutter I hid in Cynthia's shawl? Love, Ma
Dear Ma(read this with a ozark hillbilly accent)
Might be the funniest thing you ever rit in my blog. SHUP.
Kiss Pa for Cynthia, she said he would know why. :( Huh
Joe nov 1882
Dear Lil Joe,
Guess your third grade education didn't pay off. Ah, well. We can't all be natural born spellers like me.
Tell Cynthia Pa sends his love in return. He smiled warmly as he said it. I'm so pleased that your father and your bride are so close.
I hope the quilts I made are keeping you and your wife sufficiently warmed. Ma
The first three posts bother me more than remembering five brothers peeing in a toilet at once. Okay four and Jay missing.
Jeff ( 45 years of never dribbling on the rim) Bozarth
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