First Letter (to be graded)

Monday 22^nd of August, 1932

Dear David,

How are you and your aunt? I will tell you what you asked in your last letter, but I don’t know where to start...

Do you remember I told you that my father was a doctor and my mom a nurse? Through their jobs and effort we could have a better life than the rest here, in Nashville. Our house is quite large, but we have to consider that I live with my parents, grandparents and my other three brethren. Beside us live the Sawyers, who have three children; Elisa, the eldest, is my age, 15, and John, the youngest, just turned nine years old.

The neighbourhood is very nice, and I have many friends, sometimes we play to the war on a field that’s behind our houses; other times, we go alone the creek to collect insects… When we return, my cook is waiting us with a glass of lemonade on our porch, and then we start to review our bugs, or remember episodes from the war.

The other day there was a terrible sandstorm, and as we were playing outside, we decided to go home quickly; as their parents were not in home, I invited the Sawyers to take refuge in mine. Trying to spend the time, y remembered that once we tuned the radio on a very interesting programme, so we gather around it and I turned on. For our surprise, we couldn’t find anything, so I thought better that we six (Joseph was in his bed) went up stairs to my bedroom, and then take out those wooden toys that my father brought me once.

When the storm passed, we went outside again, and we started to walk throw the wide streets in search of someone. The neighbourhood is relatively small, so we didn’t took much going throw it, but we couldn’t find any other friend. In sight of this, we went back to my front garden, and we begin reviewing the insects that we found; in that moment, that group of ladies that enjoy talking about other’s problems walked beside us… We overheard that the old Nash’s shoe factory had gone bankrupt.

How are things going there? Did you solve the problem with Francis? I’m still waiting for that picture!

Yours affectionately,

Dylan