There has been a plethora of books written about love and
the many stages it evolves through. The beginning
stage – does he, doesn’t he love me – will she, won’t she say yes? And how many times have you read the story where
she or he dies and a short time later the spouse follows. A perfect example of this is one of my
favorites, “The Notebook”.
I have often wondered if our ancestors felt the euphoria
bliss of a budding love. Was it
acceptable in that time to be that fanciful or was that a luxury only felt by the
upper class?
So it was a bit of a surprise one day when I found this very,
very sad love story in the old newspapers.