A true story of Lieutenant John Blanchard of his character and his blind love.
Young good looking Lieutenant John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his army uniform and looked through the maze of people at Grand Central station New York. He was looking for the women he new but who's face he had never seen. The girl with the rose on her lapel.
His interest had begun 13 months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft hand writing reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In front of the book he discovered the previous owners name. Mrs. Hollis Mainelle. With time and effort he located Hollis's address, she now lived in New York city. He wrote a letter introducing himself inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped over seas to serve in world war 2. During the next year and one month, the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding, Blanchard requested a photo graph but she refused, she felt that if he really cared for her it would not matter what she looked like. The day finally came for him to return from Europe they scheduled their first meeting. 7 O'clock P.M. Grand Central station New York city.
Oh you will recognize me she wrote, I will be wearing a rose on my lapel. So at 7 O clock, Blanchard was at the station looking for a girl who's heart he loved but who's face he had never seen. Mr. Blanchard tells what happened!!!
A young woman was coming towards me, tall slim and beautiful. Her long blonde hair laid back in curls from her delicate ears, her eyes blue with flowers, her lips were full and gentle in her pale green suit she was like spring time come alive. I started toward her forgetting this woman did not have a rose on her lapel. As I moved a small provocative smile curled her lips "Going my way sailor" she said. She murmured uncontrollably and then behind her I saw Hollis Mainelle. She was standing almost directly behind this beautiful woman.
A women well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat, she was more than plump, thick ankled feet thrust into low heeled shoes. The lady in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in 2. So keen was my desire to follow the lady in the green suit, but yet so deep was my longing for the woman who's words touched my heart and comforted my soul and there she stood. Her pale plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had warm and kindly twinkle.
I did not hesitate as my hands gripped that small worn copy of the book that was to identify me with her. I thought to myself this might not be love but it may be something as precious, a long time friendship to whom I could bare my soul and be ever grateful. I squared my shoulders and snapped a solute as I held out the book, even though I felt choked at my own bitterness to my disappointment. I I I am Lieutenant John Blanchard and you must be Mrs. Mainelle. I am so glad you could meet me here may I take you to dinner.
The woman's face broadened into a smile as she said, "I don't know what this is all about son", but the young lady in the green suit who just went by begged me to wear this rose on my coat. ----------- She said that if you were to ask me out for dinner that she is the one and will be waiting in the restaurant across the street.
A Hug For Christmas!
Our sense of touch is a very delicate thing. We use our hands to touch, to feel and to embrace. Touching a person can enlighten emotions well beyond what a smile or the glance of an eye could possibly bring. With a gentle touch we can bring a presence to a loved one making them forget the existence to a troubled past. Wiping away a tear from a loved one's eye, while running a gentle hand through their hair, along with a warm embrace, will quite often make that tear not know where it even came from. A gentle touch can remove even the sharpest pain of fear or grief with a powerful healing force. To sleep on a cloud Amids
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A little preview to my new book
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