I had this girl who lived on the Gold Coast in West Africa, I think you could get a pp through the comics of the day like the Valentine, Marylyn etc, we would write air Mail letters to each other but I remember the letters started being a bit demanding with her asking me for things like a Holy Bible ( or Bibble) she called it, then money so I had to stop , did you have a pen pal ?
Yes, I had two, a french girl and an italian boy who I wrote to for years. I still have all his letters and photos ( see previous post)! My daughter joined a penpal club through the Royal Mail, I think it was. She ended up with about 20 pps from around the world including several african lads who wanted her to send football boots and money. She said she liked Nirvana...
Yes, I had two, a french girl and an italian boy who I wrote to for years. I still have all his letters and photos ( see previous post)! My daughter joined a penpal club through the Royal Mail, I think it was. She ended up with about 20 pps from around the world including several african lads who wanted her to send football boots and money. She said she liked Nirvana and a couple of them misunderstood and thought she was very religious.
I had one when I was sbout 10 or so...I'm surprised people on here had penpals when they were young adults. I've always thought of it as something for age 8-15 or so...a way to learn about other 'lands'. Mine was a girl here in the UK. Can't remember exactly where or her name as it wasn't for very long.
I was working night shifts at Charnock Richard services on the M4 in about 1961 and the 'carry-away' manageress came round asking if anyone would like to have a French penpal. Naturally I fell in love on the spot. We wrote a few letters and I then knew she was the one for me - she lived in Marseille. 1963 I drove down there in a Ford Anglia with a school chum and we turned up unannounced at ther family's apartment. Lovely people; maman gave us a five or six course meal and they drove us to Cassis to see the sea and be initiated into the delights of Diabolo menthe etcetera. Broke down in Paris on the way back, located and fitted a bottom hose and the local flics let us into their copshop to fill bottles from their tap next to the overnight cells so we could refill the rad.
Those were the days. Amazing stuff to happen to a young chap of only thirty summers!
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