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After Jane returned from the South Pacific in '45, she became a social worker, a profession at which she was successful. In late-winter 1950, Cleveland experienced an horrific blizzard. Some older Clevelanders still remember it and talk about it. My mother was stranded at work as the street cars were unable to move. A co-worker remembered that she had an acquaintance who had a hearty work truck and she phoned him to see if he could pick up Jane and drive her home. That truck's owner would become my father, Bernard. My parents married May 21st, 1950. Jane was 31 and my father was 43. Neither one could predict what would hit them. If any 2 people should never have gotten married, it was those 2.
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