Penpals

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nickyboy

Norven Mankey
A chance to tell a story about what happened today

My Mum was listening to R2 about 35 years ago and there was an appeal from the Foreign Office for potential pen pals for Chinese people. My Mum likes writing letters so she applied and was "given" a pen pal.

They corresponded for several years, normal mundane stuff. Then the pen pal asked if my Mum could send him a radio, he would pay for it. My Mum was a bit perplexed so she ignored the request. A bit later, the pen pal asked for details of Lancaster University, close to where my Mum lives. Again she was a bit perplexed so she actually contacted the Foreign Office and told them. The FO bod told her that the pen pal would just sell the radio and that there was no way he could afford to study in UK. They suggested to break off the correspondence. My Mum, being the simple soul she is, did as the FO suggested.

Letters still came from China and, for a few years, Christmas cards. My Mum never replied and finally they stopped coming.

Fast forward to 2017. My Mum's on the phone. She's had a letter from the Chinese guy. More than 30 years since the last one. He says he's long since retired and he's coming to UK on an organised tour with his wife and a group of tourists. He gives the itinerary and says he would really like to meet up after all these years. He's still kept my Mum's address despite her stopping replying.

My Mum's a bit confused. What's his agenda? What's his motivation? Should she meet him?

I've explained that he's just an old guy, with his wife, taking a holiday in UK. Remarkably after all these years he's not forgotten his pen pal. So I will go with Mum to meet him (she doesn't want to go on her own) in a few weeks. Drink some tea, have a chat, then go home. Almost certainly never meet again

A rather sweet story I think

Any pen pal stories?
 

Julia9054

Guru
Location
Knaresborough
Lovely story.
As a teenage RAF erk, my dad wrote his name and address on the underside of a bunkbed in a youth hostel in Germany sometime in the 1950s.
A Swiss girl wrote back and they have corresponded ever since. My mum eventually took over responsibility for writing and i think it has dwindled to Christmas cards with a letter in now. They have only met once back in the late 1960s. My dad will be 80 this year.
 

Cuchilo

Prize winning member X2
Location
London
In my 20's somewhere in New York state I went for a wander and finally found a good bar to drink in . Played pool and bought rounds with a few people and when it was time to go home i asked to call a cab back to the hotel . I was told cabs dont run at night there as they get robbed :eek: I suggested i walk but didn't know what way i was going ( ive also been lost and on the lash in Italy and Germany but they are other stories :laugh: )
Anyhow the people i met in the bar put me up for the night and let me make a few phone calls .
I swapped numbers with them and promised to repay the favor if they ever came to London . Kieth kept in touch and a few years later he said he was visiting London . I told him not to bother with hotels and i would pick him up from the airport .
I asked him if he wanted tourist London or the real London . We started off in my local pub and then the tube into the city .... I did chuck a bit of sight seeing in for him between pubs :okay:
 

Globalti

Legendary Member
I still write regularly to an elderly French lady who I knew in the mid 80s when I lived there and she sometimes writes back. Does that count as penpals? I actually really enjoy sitting down every six months and writing about six sides of A4 as there's usually plenty to tell her about. I sometimes find that my writing muscles are so out of practice that it takes half a page to get them warmed up, so I will tear up the letter and start again.
 
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