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.
Soon after he was shipped overseas for service in World War II 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
13 months ago
This woman has such a thoughtful soul and insightful mind.
He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond.
Dear Miss Hollis Maynell...
...if you really like me looks don't matter. (theme)
So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen.
A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis
Going my way, sailor?
I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?
I don't know what this is about, son, but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!