After reading Don Roberts’ column about Ingeborg Lapointe, I’d like to add my comments about this extraordinary woman.

My first encounter with Ingeborg was via a message left on my answering machine. I didn’t understand her accent, but I called her back. After that first conversation, we realized we were kindred spirits, particularly after she learned I was another politically incorrect person who wrote letters to the editors.

After a few talks, she invited my wife and I to dinner. She greeted us like old friends with a hug and kiss on the cheek. That was Ingeborg. She showed us a picture of her in her 20s, and I confess I thought she was beautiful. She still is. When we sat down to dinner, she popped off the cap of a delicious German beer, and we talked about America and Germany.

Ingeborg should be the historian emeritus concerning what went on in Europe during World War II; she lived through Nazi Germany as a teenager.

One time when I called, Ingeborg told me that during the winter she had to keep her temp at 52 degrees to conserve her oil supply and spent the day in bed under the covers. This upset me, and I wrote to her that her children should be ashamed to let her suffer like that. But Ingeborg never complains about herself, just the injustice she sees going on in her beloved Augusta and, of course, America and its downfall.

I hadn’t heard from Ingeborg in a year and now I know why. Roberts thinks Ingeborg’s battles with politics are over, but I doubt that. She is one of the most feisty woman I ever met, and my wife and I know her battles are not over. She is a winner and always will be.

Frank D. Slason

Somerville