This is a true story I wrote, that eventually became a speech I did in Toastmasters, and eventually I put it on my blog. Enjoy.
March 1, 1932 – Tuesday. I was at home with my husband, Richard Hauptmann, after spending a full day at the bakery I worked at. My husband helped me close up that night of March 1st. I remember it was a cold night..snowing in Hopewell, New Jersey. Coming from Germany I was just getting used to all this snow.
The next day, the headlines in the paper read that a baby had been kidnapped from a second story window at the Lindbergh estate close to town. Lindbergh…yes – that must be Charles Lindbergh, the American aviator that flew over the Atlantic. I proceeded to read that a kidnap note was found written by someone who probably knew little English, possibly a German. The child, Charles Lindbergh Jr, a 20 month old boy was nowhere to be found.
Over the next couple of weeks I read several things about this kidnapping. …
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