Bridges of Madison County

Roseman Bridge, Madison County (photo from pixabay)

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. Some of the novels I read when I was younger, sweet valley high, Johanna Lindsey books and some harlequin novels. Romantic novels don’t interest me anymore nor should I say I was never really into romantic filled novels though I read some before except when it is a love story based on reality, it is one of my favorites. 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, 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 has 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 but 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 has 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 there was never any woman before 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 dead, of natural cause. 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. Love comes in all forms and love is true when it is not selfish. I thought, if Francesca left her family and went with Kincaid, things would be so different, they would never experience that kind of love they have and feeling only them know it existed.

The bridge gives us a lesson not to take things for granted, the bridge before it was published on National Geographic, the townfolks didn't care about it. Sometimes we take things for granted not realizing the importance of it. We neglect some of the things which is actually our reason of living.