His letters stopped in 1971, and I spent more than fifty years believing I’d never know what happened to him. Then a volunteer read my maiden name aloud, called out “Eddie,” and the door opened to a reunion I never thought I’d live to see.
I Thought My Childhood Pen Pal Had Died… Until I Heard Someone Call His Name Fifty Years Later When I was sixteen years old, my English teacher gave our class …
His letters stopped in 1971, and I spent more than fifty years believing I’d never know what happened to him. Then a volunteer read my maiden name aloud, called out “Eddie,” and the door opened to a reunion I never thought I’d live to see. Read More