Our Pen Pal At Ninety Two
December 8, 2016
was almost three years ago when the letter came in the mail
addressed personally to the publisher. Written in beautiful
script, the writer used a yellow pad similar to the one
which we use to cover meetings .
The letter was cheerful and uplifting, and the writer said
she read the local newspaper from cover to cover. Seldom
do we get such a positive review from a longtime reader.
Out of respect and maybe a little sense of humor, we answered
her letter, writing in long hand on one of our yellow pads.
Our script was not nearly as clear nor as beautiful, since
it was seldom used.
Writing in script had gone out of fashion years ago. Our
father used to write to us in long hand while we were in
boarding school. He was an excellent script writer and we
found out later he would never send the original letter
but would rewrite it once he was satisfied with the content.
In those days, we were required to write home once a week.
It was our only contact with home and naturally it was done
That was 70 years ago and our pen pal brought back those
memories when her letters arrived in the mail.
In the next two years the hand written letters went back
and forth. We learned about her life and her family, and
she learned about ours, living on the boat, traveling to
Mexico in the winter and coming back to help run the newspaper
in the spring and summer.
Her letters were refreshing and related to her family gatherings.
With each passing year we seemed to have more medical issues
which kept us going back to the hospital for one reason
or the other.
We had been writing for two years when we received her latest
letter. It was such a great letter , cheering us up as we
returned from the hospital. We wanted to return it immediately,
however, we could not find a yellow pad that was handy.
We opted for a small green pad which was laying on our desk.
We scribbled a short note apologizing for the change in
pad, but we wanted to get something in the mail and explained
that we were out of the hospital and well on the road to
recovery. We slipped the green pad note in the mail.
A day or two later we received an envelope from our Pen
Pal which was so thick it would hardly fit in our mail box.
On opening the envelope, we were surprised to see no yellow
pad note, but each page of the letter was written on a different
kind of note pad.
She said she was not bound to the yellow page pad, as she
had a thousand different pads in her house from years of
It was so funny that we had to laugh and we couldn’t
stop until the pain from the stitches from our recent operation
Our 92-year-old pen pal had hit our funny bone with her
letter of many pads.