I've never sent a telegram before. I drove all the way to town in a downpour, So I sure hope this reaches you in time for your vote today. I'm real proud you hold that office, and Son, There's something I must say.
Your father gave his life in the Great War three years ago. I know I'll be kicked out of Muckman County for saying so. I hate this president for making him go, And I wish I'd had the right to vote him out.
Now, I know I'm just an old farmer, milking cows in Tennessee, But I read the paper and I've seen the women marching to be free. They made me think that maybe I could hop a train to Washington DC and march too. Only I was home raising you, so I did my best to teach you what I knew. Now your own little girl is nearly three. What do you want her future to be? Will you vote for her, my son? Let your mama know she raised a good one. And oh, I made that meatloaf you like, so come on home when you're done. Burn, burn for Christ sakes, burn! We did it with lots of love.
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