It was the Winter and Spring of 1975.
We were both students at the University of New Hampshire. She was a junior Nutrition major, I was a senior Music Education major. She shared an off-campus apartment with another girl and I was living in a small, studio apartment in North Conway, NH, doing my student teaching in the Conway public school system.
We both worked for The Granite, the school yearbook. She was the secretary/receptionist in the yearbook’s office and I was a sort of freelance, photographer-at-large.
We met one day in February.
It was February vacation week in the Conway schools and I had come down to Durham to have my senior picture taken. The photographer had set up a “studio” in the room that served as the editor’s office. She was at the desk in the front room, checking people in for their appointments.
After my appointment, I hung out in the front room, chatting with the editor, a couple of the other photographers and, mostly, her. The buzz around the office that day was The Granite staff party that was planned for the coming weekend. It took a bit of nudging, but she finally agreed to go to the party with me.
A great time at the party was followed a few days later by a lunch date in Durham at The Tin Palace. Soon we went to our first movie – Young Frankenstein – and dinner in nearby Newington, at The Issac Dow House.
Throughout March, I frequently drove down to Durham to see her. In between those visits, when I was back up in North Conway, we spent many hours on the phone, talking, laughing and getting to know each other. After receiving my phone bill, we started writing and a series of long, detailed and heart-felt epistles were regularly delivered to each of our mailboxes during April and May.
Sometime in April of 1975, I wrote this song.
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