Pandemic Pen Pals
Mandy Fernandez
I could hardly contain my excitement when both of my daughters agreed to take a pen pal class, the same one at the same time! This was unheard of in our household. My girls are 12 and 8 years old and sometimes act like being around each other is the real virus! Yet they were eager to take a class that could gain them potential friends.
I was ecstatic over their decision. It brought back so many fond memories. I had a pen pal growing up. We wrote letters to each other for three years. My mom was a teacher in Louisiana and learned about a letter-writing program with another teacher in New Jersey. Each of their fifth-grade classes wrote to each other during the course of a school year. That teacher had a daughter who was a year younger than me so we can began writing to each other.
What a joy it was to receive Julie’s letters in the mail. It was as thrilling as receiving Highlights magazines addressed to me. Getting any kind of mail was always a joy. There was only snail mail in the 1980s and early 1990s. Yet even in my college years I continued to write summer letters to a friend who, like me, preferred the slow art of putting pen to paper over sending emails.
My 12-year-old daughter Vivian received limited training from a previous teacher on how to write the parts of a letter, but she never addressed an envelope. My eight-year-old daughter Lana never wrote a “proper” letter, but now knows to include a date, greeting, body, closing and inquiries to her pen pal. She took the tasks seriously as I heard her repeating aloud the instructor’s words for including a “proper salutation and closing remarks.”
This pen pal writing class met three times, one day per week for 45 minutes. The first and second class went over the parts of the letter and included mingling opportunities for each child to get to know one another. My two girls in Pensacola were in the class with a 9-year-old boy living in California, a 9-year-old girl living in Tennessee and a 10-year-old girl living in Peru (Yes, Western South America!). For the Peruvian pen pal, the only option was email since the teacher did not know how long a letter would take to mail. We arranged for email addresses to be exchanged and then letters to be sent via email.
Since the class had an odd number of five participants, Vivian was paired with two pen pals – the Peruvian girl and the girl in Tennessee. Lana was paired with Vincent, the boy in California.
Seeing the excitement of my girls upon receiving letters from their pen pals brought me more happiness than I experienced in months. We never would have taken such a class like this if it weren’t for the pandemic occurring and my need to find creative entertainment.
The class finished in mid-August, but letters are still coming and going. Vincent, the pen pal from California, asked my youngest daughter Lana to join his online book club, and she has. He hosts monthly video chats where a group of children discusses books. They have spoken on the phone too and video chatted with each other on a few occasions.
The teacher gave me each parent’s email address, so I reached out to all them to thank them for bringing my children joy during this weird, uncertain time. Vincent’s mom Brittany was the only parent to write me back. We have since become Facebook friends and exchanged messages and compliments about our children.
What joy these special moments are bringing my family! We are grateful for pandemic pen pals. I hope the letters and friendships will continue in post-virus days ahead.
Life in the Time of Corona
Within weeks after March 11, 2020 World Health Organization’s declaration of COVID-19 as a pandemic, West Florida Literary Federation offered its writers a catharsis. By April, regional writers were submitting words and images to preserve this time in history. The ongoing project began with Phase I, a special edition of The Legend published in May. It featured more than thirty juried submissions. Life in the Time of Corona continues with Phase II, updated as submissions are accepted. Here are the voices of health care workers, poets, essayists, historians, and the images of artists and photographers, documenting this time in Northwest Florida's history. The ongoing project ends with the advent of a vaccine or declaration by the World Health Organization.CONTENTS
Photo Essay
A71Social Distancing at Johnson's Beach
B1
B.W3
A122
A116
Six Feet Apart
The Last Haircut
A48 COVID-19
The Passage to Paradise
When Hammock Becomes Mask
Prose
JanuaryRiding Out a Hurricane in a Pandemic
To Butt in or Not
Bends and Turns
Pandemic Pen Pals
Happiness Jar
Getting Along
Kutina
Prayer to The Theotokos
Grieving Loss of Many Kinds
Why Wear Masks?
Corona Beach
COVID 19 Sidewalk Chalk 4-16-2020
View from Within
The Enigma of Deadman’s Island
In the Kitchen with Andrea, Corona, the Dalai Lama, and Archbishop Tutu
Cardinal Experience
Meditations on the Coronavirus
Life in the Time, Again, of Pandemic
Resurrection
Poetry
Post-Covid ParadiseOnly 2 Things
A Muted Life
Writing Poetry
American Dreamer
Jade Sea
America is on Life Support; Prognosis Poor
Crossing COVID Bay
Next Week’s Plans
Broken Destiny
Eyes
A View of the Stars
Some Inland Curse
From My Soul To Yours
Eating the Mango
Blindly It Slays Thee
Coastal Intruder
Death in the Time of Corona
What to Do
The Earth Lives On
COVID-19 from the Beginning
Let This Scourge Pass
Quarantine
Viral Hurt
Phantom Freedom
Earth Day, 2020
Old School Dream
Chronicle of Fools
The Myrtle
Ghost of COVID-19
The Year of the Virus
The Mask III
Halted
Behind the Mask
Short Fiction
Passage to ParadiseMardi Gras Queen
The Legend
The Legend Special Edition Life in the Time of CoronaAuthor Biographies