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with Fred losing his marriage, his dad and his mom, all within a one
year period. He felt that he had little direction in his life. And I felt
confident that I could help him find happiness again: that all he
needed was someone to love him back into getting onto his feet again.
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On July 4, what would have been his mom’s 60 birthday, Fred gave
me her engagement ring. We planned our wedding for two months
later. Fred’s plans to go on a trip in September to St. Thomas with a
girlfriend turned into plans for a honeymoon with me to Bermuda.

Several weeks prior to our wedding, Fred had gotten upset
about something that made no sense to me, and was so trivial that I
can’t even remember what it was about. He grabbed me in the car
and got so nasty and verbally abusive that I gave him the ring back
and declared that the marriage was off.

He followed me home and tearfully pleaded with me to
forgive him, promising it would never happen again. He felt that we
could still make this work and that all relationships have problems. I
felt I could hang in there to help him build some confidence and find
happiness.
So, on Sept. 8, 1973, a lovely Indian summer day, Fred and I
were married at Sunset Island Park in Asbury Park, N. J. It was a
casual affair, a small gathering of close friends and relatives. My
travel agent employee’s husband was a county judge and he
performed a simple, secular ceremony. We had a reception at our
favorite restaurant, and then left the following day for our Bermuda
honeymoon.