Looks at the Soviet Union GWEN WINTER Bryte,
Calif. It was a warm summer day in Moscow when I received a phone call from
Aubrey Wallace, who said she was from San Francisco and had just talked to my mother. What a pleasant surprise, fresh news from Mom and Dad. Of course I said I would be delighted to host Aubrey and her mother while they were in Moscow for a brief tour. and My 11-year-old son, Gregory, and I were packing his suitcase because
he was leaving early the next morning for a one-month stay at a summer camp near a forest lake outside Moscow, so instead of making arrangements to meet the two women at the hotel that night, I asked them if they would like to visit my home the following evening . . . and since the two tourists had no knowledge of Moscow or the sprawling Soviet capital, I offered to pick them up at the Kosmos, a 45-minute subway ride from my home on the other side of Moscow. and Aubrey explained she had found my mother through the Russian-American
Institute, one of 22 chapters of the New York-based National Council of American Soviet-Friendship. She had a bag of goodies for me from my thoughtful mother, a sack filled with cassette ribbons for my Smith Corona electric typewriter. Unfortunately, Smith Corona has no dealer in Moscow.