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Girl
(Continued from Page 1) giels wrote. “June 1 was a bright, sunny day, and as we were slowly heading southerly out of Amissville, I saw her. She was walking along the right side of the highway in the direction we were going. From a distance I could see her shoulderlength, golden blonde hair; she was wearing a freshly pressed white blouse, yellow shorts and saddle shoes with white stockings (the fad at the time).
“As we passed her I looked out from my rear window (of a ’37 Chevy) straight into the prettiest blue eyes you could ever imagine. She met my smile with one showing perfect white teeth and the reddest lips imaginable.
“In just a few seconds, my heart did flip-flops.
“The driver of car was our teacher-school superintendent-class advisor; he didn’t stop, so my vision of loveliness lasted such a short time.
“In the intervening years I have often thought about Amissville, wondering of its present size, are the Mountain View Tea Room and Lombardy Cabins still in existence, etc.
“Why didn’t I ever go back to look for this pretty girl? I guess I was too bashful and too scared, and so rationalized that such a person must certainly be someone’s steady.”
Vergiels married some 34 years ago. The big question, however, is whether he ever told his wife about the blonde in Amissville?
Vergiels laughed and said: “No, I haven’t.”
The identity of the Amissville blonde, however, remains a mystery.
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