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Bridges of Madison County |
February 2019
Almost
three decades after “The Bridges of Madison County” by Robert James Waller was
published, I found a copy of the book in one of the bookshelves at a tiny
provincial library in a small, quiet town of Philippines- a thousand miles away
from Iowa where the story actually happened.
For the
past three weeks and three days each week it became my routine to go to the
library after dropping my two kids at their school. The town is 15 minutes away
ride from the small village where we live and have to wait for a ride before we
can go home so I decided to just stay in town while waiting for my kids to get
out of school. I would spend two hours reading however books are old and very
scarce. I only found 1 or 2 books I really like. They only have one book
related to medicine and most are older editions about law, accountancy and
social studies.
It was
only last week when I saw the lone bookshelf near the window filled with old
novels. One book caught my attention, there is an air of odd familiarity, I
must have read or heard it somewhere or before, my subconscious mind reacted so
I grabbed the book. Leafing through the pages, I found out it was an actual
love story that happened in 1965 at a small town in Iowa. It is a love story of
a couple almost 54 years ago in a town of Madison County, Iowa. Old country
farm true love stories always excite me, it gives me a rush feeling, a
connection only the universe knows as it brings me to another dimension where
sometimes I feel I belong. I settled down to read.
My eyes
were filled with tears, it was my 3rd day at the library and was reading the
final chapter of the book, I was alone except for the librarian who was busy
typing and the radio was playing the song “Let’s Make Love” by Faith Hill and
Tim Mc Graw. I haven’t felt this deep feeling in the first and middle chapters
of the book, I just admired how the author detailed the story; it was the final
chapters that gave me a rush of emotions. It is so rustic, so real, so heart
wrenching. I felt sad when I read Robert’s letter to Francesca and Francesca’s
letter to her kids was heart wrenching. I wiped my tears and went out to blow
my nose.
So what
happened in the story? This is a story of a love shared by two people
physically in just four days but the emotional bond and love lasted a lifetime.
Is that possible? I don’t know, all I know is that it happened to two people,
to Robert and Francesca.
They met
in 1965 when Robert went to Madison County to take pictures of historic bridges
for a National Geographic article. It was where he met Francesca when he was
trying to ask for directions, Francesca at that time was married to an
unromantic husband who was away at the Illinois State Fair for several days
with their two kids. They fell in love at first sight with each other and
shared love in four days they were together, they were both certain of their
feelings and wanted so much to be together however they are not meant to be
together or they choose to, out of respect for each other and what each one
has.
They
never contacted each other after Robert Kincaid’s left the town. Francesca’s
husband, Richard died on 1979, he tried to contact Robert, but no one knows his
whereabouts or what happened to him, she didn’t look further fearing something
happened. Years later after her husband died she received a letter from a law
firm on January 1982 stating that they are representing an estate Robert
Kincaid left for her. You can imagine how she feels that time.
In his
letter, he wrote how he loved her profoundly and never loved any woman than her, he also sent her a medallion with her name engraved on it. He wrote
in his letter a lot of times he wanted to go see her and take her with him but
said he remembered her words and he respect her. He ordered the firm to cremate
his body and throw his ashes at Roseman bridge. Five years later after
Francesca received that letter, she was found dead in her bed. She asked her
children that her body be cremated and her ashes be thrown at Roseman bridge.
Shortly after her death, her two grown children went back to their Iowa farm
and discovered a box where they found mementos of Robert Kincaid and a letter
from their mother telling them what happened back in 1965.
The two
grown children contacted James Waller who narrated their mom’s love story,
which then becomes a novel. The book became a bestseller.
During
the time Robert Waller was doing some research about Robert Kincaid, he met a
Jazz musician whom Kincaid became friends with in his final years. Robert
Kincaid told him about the woman he loved named Francesca and he decided to
write a song for him and sing it every Tuesday night when Kincaid would go to
the bar, a song he titled “Francesca”.
When I
looked up the internet, I have learned that it became a well received Hollywood
film in 1995. I wonder if things could have been different, if they did not
recognize their feelings and have been afraid to show it, they would never have
an experience that lasted a lifetime, there would be no Bridges of Madison
County. Love is painful, love comes in all forms and love is true when it is
not selfish.