I often think about why I do this myself. When I spoke with Walter’s wife the other day, and she told me the things he’d had to say about her, I thought about my mom having been remembered all those years later by someone who knew her for a brief period of time and probably never saw her again after 1940. She’d made an impact on him even at such a young age. I wondered, too, though, if I were to have asked her about him fifteen years ago, would she have remembered him?
Last night, I thought about posting a link to this on my mom’s Facebook page, so that those who don’t happen to be connected with me might read it. I noticed, though, that most of her connections were mutual, so I didn’t bother, But then I decided to check her Friends list. I was surprised to find that one was a St. Margaret Mary classmate. I have a feeling that he sought her out, which also kind of warms my heart a bit. He died a few years ago, but I sent his daughter (Edit: not his daughter, but the daughter of a friend of his) a note via Messenger that she probably won’t see. Over the weekend, I designed postcards to mail to as many of the classmates’ families as I can find, hoping that something tactile will convince people to get in touch. I really, really, really, really hope that there are other autograph books out there somewhere.
Edit to add: By the way, I created a blog devoted to my search of my mom's classmates, if you're interested...
