Word: breda
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...years ago, Breda had found Frank's name and lonely appeal for friendship, bottled, on the beach near her cow pasture. Frank had tossed it overboard from a troopship. Ever since then, they had corresponded, and then Frank followed his heart and his aspirin bottle to Kerry. The press on both sides of the Atlantic tried to fan the romance into flame. Back in the U.S. last week, Frank suggested that the press had tried too hard. Said Frank: "The papers said she swam out to get my bottle when she really found it on the shore...
Seven years and 70 letters passed. Breda, a country milkmaid in the County Kerry village of Lispole, a speck on the map not far from Tralee, wrote of raising a greyhound, of playing a few parts on the stage at Killarney, of hoping some day to teach Frank the hornpipe. Frank, who was now an arc welder, wrote that he had sold his 1941 automobile, cashed in his war bonds and was setting aside $80 a month until he had enough for an airplane trip to County Kerry...
Only an Orangeman, and a sour one at that, could resist such a beginning to an international romance. Frank and Breda met first in Tralee where, as the song says, the pale moon rises above the green mountain. While most of County Kerry (and a stomping herd of out-of-town newsmen) looked on, they spent a day touring the Killarney Lakes, several hours at the thatched cottage on the 15-acre O'Sullivan farm where Breda's uncle dourly examined the visitor from America and 24-year-old Breda stuffed him with tea and cakes specially made...
Kerrymen were overjoyed to note that in no time, Frank and Breda were holding hands and smiling coyly at each other. But Frank and Breda, caught between excitement and embarrassment, kept County Kerry-and a good part of the world-waiting. "It's in the hands of God," commented Frank. "She's very nice." "After all," added Breda with a blush, "we only met a few hours ago. Up to then, he was only a man in a bottle...
...There is no romance and there will be no wedding," said Breda. ". . . We will remain good pen pals." Said Frank: "That's right...