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{RePost} On Falling in Love

May 7, 2012

It’s Anniversary Week, so I’m posting some old words about my lovey, still true:

Once upon a time there was a girl who was all alone. Out of the blue, a boy showed up (at church) and sat down beside her. Though distracted by his funny accent (she had never heard “Yankee” spoken before) she was clear-headed enough to note the lack of a wedding ring.

She flirted. He responded. A date was set just four days later. Then she found out he was nine years her senior. NINE. He was OLD! Thirty-two at the time, to be exact. Egads!

They went out a few more times. She kept trying to remember to break up with him (because he was too old) but she forgot.

The boy and the girl, they started to fall in love and so the time came for her to see where he lived.

Now, this California girl had lived in California ALL her life. And this boy was NOT from California.

He was from another country as far away as you can get and still be in the United States.

He was from Maine. That big, huge, practically empty state way up at the top of the original 13 colonies. In fact, it was one of the original 13 colonies, only back then it was called “Massachusetts.” Drive around inland Maine for five minutes and you’re bound to run across a graveyard. They are all over – Europeans have been dying there and being buried for almost four hundred years. That’s a lot of graves. Look, and you’re certain to find most of our nation’s wars represented in those graves. I’ve seen them all – including graves from the first war our nation ever fought. Our nation wouldn’t be a nation without those boys buried in those graves. Or their mothers and their sisters and the children they left behind.

The history alone of that place is captivating.

I digress.

The boy and the girl, they hopped on a plane and flew. And flew. And flew. And flew. And a day later they arrived.

It was November and the air was vivid and sharp. It was electric and intense. It was Blu-Ray. The trees were bare but the sky was clear and blue. Snow had not yet come to tuck in the sleepy hamlets and coastal retreats, so grass still covered all the open spaces, green and intense against the sky.

The boy and the girl drove out to an ancient point – rocks hanging over centuries of crashing waves. The ruins of a fort nearby, watching over the point, two centuries after it was first commissioned to guard our newborn country.

The girl stood in the shadow of a lighthouse there, it’s curved dormers and green paint like something you’d find in a turn-of-the-century nursery. A children’s toy. Looking out over an ocean that was raw, and wild, and so unlike the gentle beach waves she had grown up with.

It was on that day she knew for certain that she was in love…with the boy, and with his home…and that a California girl just might survive on the opposite side of the world country.

And so she did…

For three years they grew together and married and played house, and bought one, too. She got used to wearing snow boots with her suits, and keeping an ice scraper in the car until July, just in case. She found out that preciptation wasn’t just rain – it was “mixed.” She experienced an electrical storm – a real one – for the first time (and lived to tell about it, but just barely). When autumn came, she cried driving back roads, as the sun shone through trees that came in colors you can’t find in a box of crayons.

She cried again when the phone call came (it was October, during the peak) that said that they would be leaving, returning to California once again.

She came to Maine a girl who had never been far from home. She left a Mrs. who found a new home and became mistress of it. And the days they spent there would always hold a special place in her heart.

Photo: Before the days of digital…one, lone snapshot of That Very Day. The day I fell in love with Maine. November, 1996. Fort Williams Park, Cape Elizabeth, Maine. Come back tomorrow for the rest of the love story…

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. April 9, 2010 4:08 pm

    >Awwwwwwww…..! Can't wait for the next installment!

  2. April 10, 2010 3:23 am

    >Sigh. Now that was a lovely read. I'm from New England (the southern part!) and I miss Fall so much!Thanks for your comment on my blog today. My heart really does ache for you b/c I know EXACTLY how you felt. It never completely goes away, does it?

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