Monday 7th of November, 1932
Dear Joseph:
I am sorry, I have taken a very long time to answer your last letter, but things are not quite right in here. I will tell you what you asked last time, but let me start from the very first beginning of it...
My house, which is quite large as I live with my parents, my two little brethren and my grandmother, was built by my grandfather when he got to Nashville, with wood he cut down by his own, in a near forest; besides, with stones he collected from the river. The houses in Nashville are very similar, as they all have a wooden porch on the front side and tall river’s stones-made smokestacks; then my grandfather was not pretty creative. But Granny was not either: our yard is a green grass esplanade surrounded by walnut trees. That’s very typical.
On ice-made winters we huddle around the fireplace while Granny tells us stories for us to fall asleep. In contrast, summers are quite hot, so I spend the afternoons having lemonade served by our cook on the porch, with my friends. Nashville is quite strange to live, in terms of weather, Joseph.
As many of my pals’ parents could solve their economical troubles properly, the neighbourhood keeps on being a nice place to live. That’s why Dylan and Emma are still able to accompany me to watch the dancing coloured people, who live just behind our houses. They are such a great dancers! On the further corner, between dirty cats, lives one of its most characteristic women, Mad Minnie. Mad Minnie’s house is full-filled with all the dirty-wandering cats she finds. Ella, our cook, says that when she got to town, all the mice ran away from her house, and got into the neighbours’.
I’m still waiting for that photograph, Joseph! How is everything going around there?
Yours affectionately,
Frank
Good job, Vicente!
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