Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Toronto Welfare Department letters

I ran across this sheet of paper while cleaning house a couple of weeks ago and thought I'd pass it along. It admittedly got a few chuckles from me. I was originally going to write comments to each one...but...well...words seem to escape me.

Sentences taken from actual letters, received by the Toronto Welfare Department, from applications for aid and assistance.

I am forwarding my marriage certificate and six children. I have seven but one died and was baptized on half a sheet of paper.

I am writing to the welfare department to say that my baby was born two years old, when do I get my money.

Mrs. Jones has not had any clothes for a year and has been visited regularly by the clergy.

I cannot get sick pay. I have six children, can you tell me why?

I am glad to report that my husband who was reported missing is dead.

This is my eighth child what are you going to do about it?

Please find for certain if my husband is dead. The man I am living with can't eat or do anything until he finds out.

I am very annoyed to find you have branded my son illiterate, as this is a lie. I was married to his father a week before he was born.

In answer to your letter I have given birth to a boy weighing 10lbs is this satisfactory?

I am forwarding my marriage certificate and my three children one of which was a mistake as you will see.

My husband got his project cut off two weeks ago and I haven't had any relief since.

Unless I get my husband's money pretty soon, I will be forced to lead an immortal life.

You have changed my little boy to a little girl will this make any difference?

I haven't any children as yet as my husband is a bus driver and works both day and night.

In accordance with your instructions I have given birth to twins in the enclosed envelope.

I want money as quick as I can get it. I have been in bed with the doctor for two weeks and he doesn't do me any good. If things don't improve, I will have to send for another doctor.

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