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• 8/5/2009 9:21 AM Erin wrote:
  After 3 weeks he couldn't get her out of his head.Try as he might she was always right there. A stranger in the beginning a friend in the end. He saw her looking around the bridge and said Hello. She ask him if he knew the story of this bridge. Of couse he did he grandfather had built it. He told her the old famliy story and she was very interested. She ask if he lived here his whole life? Yes, would she like to be shown around?? Her smile so friendly and the honey colored hair was beautiful. She was easy to be with and when he had finshed the tour She smiled and thanked him for his time.
  Now he returns to the bridge and sees the note! But where is she and how will he ever find her?
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• 8/5/2009 1:16 PM Karen Erdman wrote:
  When the answer to that note comes, it will inform the writer that they will indeed take them for a ride and that they will go out for ice cream and sodas as well. This will develop into a romance that will stand the test of time. The two of them will overcome whatever life throws their way as God doesn't give us more that we can handle. At times that seems like it isn't true, but we do get through these rough times, don't we? I know I have been given a lot in my lifetime, but I have gotten through them with the support of my family and with God's help.
  
  Well, sounds like the person writing may have a difficult life or is having a difficult time in their life. You should leave them a book to show them that they can overcome whatever they don't want to worry about for the day they take their ride. I certainly hope that the recipient takes them on the ride or at least responds to them... There are a lot of people out there that just need a friend. I will pray that they find one.
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• 8/6/2009 10:15 AM Linda wrote:
  Seeing the bridge was a constant reminder of the shattered love he’d left behind. Never speaking his true feelings for her, she’d kept her peace and bid her time hoping that the day would come when he’s speak the words she’d waited so long to hear. That long ago night on the bridge, holding hands, laughing and sharing thoughts seemed like a life time ago now. No other could ever come close to the love she still held for him. She used to hear from him now and again, mail would come from all over, Arizona, Texas, Missouri & even Germany on how he couldn’t wait to see her again. Her eyes glistened with the sadness in her heart swelling thinking of there past time together. She knew they’d never be anything more then the precious memories of the past. But she refused to let go of the one and only thing that was closest to him, The Candy Wrapper.
  
  She’d kept the candy wrapper safely tucked away for years. Not wanting anyone to know the truth of the man she’d given her heart to and still pined over in secrecy. Abe had been awful good to her, he was a hard workingman, and they’d had 7 beautiful children and their first grandchild on the way. But to her, she was still empty.
  She had to once more try and reach out to him. She loved him so much so she took the candy wrapper – attached it to a letter and tucked it safely to the one place she knew he might find it. Praying he might return home – and home for her.
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• 8/6/2009 8:15 PM Jen Zellmer wrote:
  Hi Beth!
  
  I believe that the writer of the note may have met her "one true love" at a laundromat, perhaps. Maybe she frequented this particular laundromat; as did he and at one time she came across an article of his clothing, mistakenly mixed in w/hers-hence where the Andes candy wrapper comes into play...maybe she found it in the pocket of a pair of his pants and perhaps this was their last encounter. All of the many visits to this laundromat; while exchanging interesting and engaging conversation, developing a deepening and quite intense fondness for eachother; yet ironically, never exchanging more than possibly a first name and the fact that "he" (the mystery man) lived "in the area"...After her next visit to the laundromat, she does not encounter his presence; and for several more subsequent visits to this laundromat, she is increasingly worried that she will never see him again! Perhaps in their many conversations, they discussed (on several occasions)this wonderful bridge that the letter is left at, and entertained the idea of going there together. Perhaps in the conversationst that they once had together, he told her of how he would go there alone when he needed to clear his head and just think! Ironically; she visited this very same bridge frequently to do the same! This is the common thread between them that bonds them somehow...She believes in her heart (being the hopeless romantic that she is) that leaving this note there will hopefully be a "message in a bottle" of sorts...and make its way to its intended recipient...HIM!! She waits patiently, hoping that this note will be the key to reuniting 2 starcrossed souls that are meant to be together...TRUE SERENDIPITY!!
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• 8/7/2009 6:09 PM Sue Taylor wrote:
  Katie backed away from the letter slowly, wondering if she really had the faith to leave it. It had been eleven months since she had seen him, heard his laugh, felt his strength. Leaving this note, however mysterious and vague, was a huge leap of faith for her. Dare she hope that he find it? Could her heart handle knowing his hands touched this very letter, his eyes seeing straight into her heart? It was a risk for sure and for certain. But she was resolved. The letter was on the bridge, their bridge, the same bridge they stood on the night she lied. She had stood in this very spot and told him she could live without him. She had looked into his smoky eyes, felt his breath on her face and pushed him away. She had tried to quickly say her good byes and walk away before he could see through her lies, but he had been intent on keeping her there with him. He had begged to understand how she could walk away from their promises...their future. She had attempted to be calm and matter-of-fact with him, but his eyes bore a hole in her very heart. When she finally did leave him, she wondered if he knew she had lied, that she did love him, that she would do anything to see him happy. One final glance back and she knew that he didn't know any of those things. He was bent, wringing his fists over the side of the bridge as hot, angry tears fell.
  Months had passed and Katie still didn't know how to fix the predicament they were in. If she risked telling Jakob that his father had confronted her, dangling Jakob's inheritance over her head in an attempt to remove her from his son's life it would devastate him. She would never ask her beloved Jakob to choose between his livelihood and his heart. She would never tell Jakob that the man he adored and trusted was a manipulative, spiteful old man who didn't care one iota about Jakob's happiness. Katie loved Jakob far too much to hurt him so deeply, but the hard truth is, she had.For weeks, her sleep was haunted by that night at the bridge. Her sleeping eyes always seemed to focus on his hands. She remembered how tightly they were clenched as she left, as if he was trying to hold on tight enough for the both of them. The nightmares were replaced with something far worse though. Now her dreams were invaded with memories. Wonderful memories. She dreamed about the picnic at Hannah's Pike, the way he chased her when she joked that she was faster than him on her slowest day. She could smell the wildflowers behind old Levi's cornfield, where they would walk and dream of their future as husband and wife. She could still smell the scent of the lye laundry soap from the day he snuck up behind her at the clothesline to slip a piece of fancy candy into her apron. She remembered the feel of the cool, crisp air on her face as he drove her mile after mile, commenting on every beautiful piece of God's land they passed. The memories were all she had, unless Jakob's heart found her letter in time.
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• 8/8/2009 6:07 PM Amee wrote:
  I just discovered your blog but I've read through the posts and I think I'll give a short synopsis a try!
  
  I think these two were once romantically involved and for unknown reasons were separated. Perhaps a move, or perhaps something more forceful if the romance was forbidden. She is Amish, he is English. They reunite and he drives her around like he used to, telling her about the place she had to leave years before because their romance was forbidden. The candy wrapper was in his truck and she picked it up to ask about it. He told her it was in his pocket and must have been stuck there from the wash. She kept it all this time as a memento of their time spent together. Simple and sweet, like a piece of chocolate.
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• 8/10/2009 7:31 PM Carol O'Brocki wrote:
  This is the story about a young Amish woman, who is experiencing her Rumspringa, the very limited opportunity to live and behave like the English. Her whole life she has been stared at by visitors in to Lancaster County, for no other reason except that she is Amish. She has always been self conscious about being Amish, especially as she grew into her teenage years. On one particular afternoon during her Rumspringa, she meets a young, handsome Englisher in a nearby town. His smile is breathtaking, and she blushes madly and smiles back, her heart racing. No Amish boy ever affected her with his smile, not like the Englisher did. Perhaps because he was normally forbidden, thereby making it more exciting to her. He was eating candy, and offered her one. She accepted, and tasted the sweet chocolate mint while she gazed into his gorgeous green eyes. "My name is Esther. It's nice to meet you, and danke for the chocolate." Matt looked into the beautiful face before him and knew immediately that he wanted to get to know this exceptional girl. "Hello, Esther. I'm Matt. It truly is my pleasure." She wondered why he kept looking behind him towards his Englisher truck, and noticed a basket in the back of the truck filled with clothing. "I know this sounds boring, but would you like to accompany me across the street to the laundromat? I promise I won't harm you. I really would enjoy your company. It's pretty boring there." Esther felt more brave than she ever had. A chance to have sort of a date with an Englisher? And a cute one at that? No problem, she thought, it's my Rumspringa. "Sure, let's go." So across the street they went, Matt with a basket under one arm, and with an exceptionally gorgeous young Amish woman on his other arm. When they got inside, he put the basket on top of the counter, pulled her Esther close, and she allowed him to kiss her lightly, very lightly, on the lips. Her first kiss! She felt unfamiliar fluttering, reminding her of butterflies.... and after the kiss, she noticed a green foil candy wrapper had landed on the floor beside them. She bent over and picked it up. "This", she said, with her face showing her feelings of love, "will always remind me of the sweetest kiss a girl could receive." And the clothes spun around in the machine.....
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• 8/11/2009 6:52 PM Molly wrote:
  Here is my synopsis:
  A young lady,(Amish to be exact) was walking along a path and stumbled upon this bridge.....there she saw a young man, Englischer of course, who was handsome. She was in awe when she saw him. He turned and looked into her eyes and it took her breath away. He came to her and they walked along the bridge and just talked about the scenery, the weather, nothing in particular. She told him of her dreams to be someone, someone who isn't Plain all the time.He listens but doesn't say anything. Just looks into her eyes. She hears someone calling her name ( a brother perhaps?) and she tells him she needs to leave. Wait he says! Here take this! And he hands her a piece of chocolate mint candy! She looks confused but accepts it all the same. He asks her to meet him again and she says she will try. Days go by and she hasn't returned. He doesn't know her name or where she lives so he looses hope.She is unable to return so quickly so she doesn't look suspicious to her Amish family and she doesn't know his name to find him or send him a letter to tell him she enjoyed her time. But that piece of candy wrapper is fascinating to her and she treasured it. It was from the young Englischer who captured her heart by just listening and accepting her. So she decides to leave a note for him...she doesn't know his name so she has to use the wrapper to draw his attention and hope and pray that he will return to the bridge and see it and maybe take it and write back to her in hopes of maybe meeting back at their special bridge and get to know one another and fall in Lieb (love).
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• 8/15/2009 10:04 PM Cara Putman wrote:
  Hey, Beth. Can't wait to see you in Denver. And sorry, my mind is to fried for a synopsis. But, I have to say I started heading in all sorts of suspensy directions. Must be the proposal I'm working on LOL.
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