佚名/Anonymous
It was a freezing day,a few years ago,when I stumbled on a wallet in the street.There was no identification inside.Just three dollars,and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been carried around for years.The only thing legible on the torn envelope was the return address.I opened the letter and saw that it had been written in 1944-almost 60 years ago.I read it carefully,hoping to find some clue to the identity of the wallets owner.It was a“Dear John”letter.The writer,in a delicate script,told the recipient,whose name was Michael,that her mother forbade her to see him again.Nevertheless,she would always love him.It was signed Hannah.
It was a beautiful letter.But there was no way,beyond the name Michael,to identify the owner.Perhaps if I called information the operator could find the phone number for the address shown on the envelope.“Operator,this is an unusual request.Im trying to find the owner of a wallet I found.Is there any way you could tell me the phone number for an address that was on a letter in the wallet?”The operator gave me her supervisor,who said there was a phone listed at the address,but that she could not give me the number.
However,she would call and explain the situation.Then,if the party wanted to talk,she would connect me.I waited a minute and she came back on the line.“I have a woman who will speak with you.”I asked the woman if she knew a Hannah.“Oh,of course!We bought this house from Hannahs family thirty years ago.”“Would you know where they could be located now?”I asked.“Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home years ago.Maybe the home could help you track down the daughter.”The woman gave me the name of the nursing home.
I called and found out that Hannahs mother had died.The woman I spoke with gave me an address where she thought Hannah could be reached.I phoned.The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.She gave me the number.I called and was told,“Yes,Hannah is with us.”I asked if I could stop by to see her.It was almost 10 p.m.The director said Hannah might be asleep.“But if you want to take a chance,maybe shes in the day room watching television.”The director and a guard greeted me at the door of the nursing home.