I don’t have the Estonian alphabet on my computer, and nowadays I think in English and translate eesti keelde.
I personally knew Mr. Raudsepp, and I always called him “Mr. Raudsepp!” How he knew me, I will never know.
Perhaps from Geislingen, we lived on Werkstrasse. Maybe he lived nearby. And I can remember how his wife looked.
The last time I saw Mr. Raudsepp was in Toronto at a big Estonian festival. My face lit up when in that maze of unknown Estonians Mr. Raudsepp appeared.
And I know he recognized me, hand extended to shake mine.
Of course I saw him from time to time at the Estonian House newspaper office. Until I read your story in March 26, 2015 I didn’t know he had done all those other things. To me he was always “a newspaper man.”
Mari-Liis Virkus Smyth
P.S. At 76 in the NC mountains, I attend Banner Elk Town Council meetings second Mondays of the month, and Bertie Burleson — Owner/editor of The Avery Post pays me to do this. I didn’t start writing until I was 59-1/2.
