WILTON, N.Y.—On her 80th birthday, Helen O‘Conor pulled an old letter from her dresser drawer and asked her son, Ray O’Conor, to read it to her.
She had read it in private every year on her birthday for the past 60 years, but her eyes were failing and she could no longer make out the words.
Postmarked Sept. 6, 1944, the letter began: “My dearest darling.” It was signed by her first husband, Clarence Raymond Stephenson, a man Ray O'Conor had never met and knew hardly anything about.
She had read it in private every year on her birthday for the past 60 years.
