Dec 31st /63

Well Mother
I will write
a few lines to you to
thank you for the things
the you sent me
it reminded me of
Home when I tasted of
that Pie I wish I could
be down there & eat with
you once more but I
hope it will not be a
great while before I am
at Home I never was
so tough & rugged in
my life nor never was so flashy [flashy = fleshy]
we have got little log Houses
now 5, by, 10 with a fire
Place in one side they are
nice and warm I tell you
you said you was going
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to give that History
to the Son that descracd
it most I am sure
that I shall not get
it you will have to give
it to some of the rest
that has not been so
naughty I cannot write
any more now good
by from your Son
O. J. Getchell