AUG 1957August 20, 1957 · The first letter
It started with a letter.
Eight years. Four hundred and thirty-five letters. One love story, told in Bob's own words.
The first one traveled from York, Pennsylvania, to Fran in Andover, Massachusetts.
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AUG 1957
SEP 1957
SUMMER 1960The accident.
For Fran, her first summer job, then a life-threatening accident, a major operation, weeks of hospitalization, and hours of time to reflect on what could have been.
A friend's little British sports car, a Massachusetts road, and a summer that could have ended the story before it began.
SEP 1961
WINTER 1963The frost.
In spite of our outward attempts at normalcy there was still frost on my relationship with Fran. To me that was uncomfortable and unsatisfying.
They dated other people. They kept writing anyway. Fran had set the rule back in 1957: it's fair and square to date someone else if your favorite friend is not handy.
JAN 1964An ocean between them.
Fran sailed January 3, 1964, for Europe aboard the SS France. Trans-Atlantic phone calls existed, but were far too expensive for us. Talking by phone was such a far-out concept that we never even discussed the possibility.
A semester in Spain, and the distance between them grew from 400 miles to 4,000. The letters crossed by sea.
SUMMER 1964The ring.
During my end-of-summer trip to Lake Winnipesaukee, Fran and I had begun to discuss our engagement ring. I of course knew nothing about such things, but equally naturally, Fran had been giving it a lot of thought.
WINTER 1965
JUN 19 1965BOB TO FRAN · FEBRUARY 3, 1965
Sealed with a kiss.
They say that every bride is beautiful, but Fran was radiant that day.
Saturday, June 19, 1965, St. Augustine's Church, Andover, Massachusetts. After that, there was no more distance to write across.
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