John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his army uniform and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen 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 pencilled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.
In front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War Two
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 photograph but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.
The day finally came for him to return from Europe. They scheduled their first meeting at 7.00 p.m. at Grand Central Station in New York.
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"You'll recognize me," she wrote,
I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened.
“A young woman whose figure was long and slim was coming toward me. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears and her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness and she was like springtime come alive in her pale green suit. I made my way towards her, totally forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. A small, provocative smile curved her lips.
‘Going my way, soldier?’ She murmured.
“She stood there as I observed that her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible and her grey eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was something precious, something perhaps even better than love. It was a friendship which I had been and must be grateful for.”
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“I squared my shoulders, saluted and held out
the book to the woman, even though while I spoke,
I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment.
“The woman's face broadened into a tolerant
It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss
Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen
in it's response to the unattractive.
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