|Gladys with her first snowball?|
|Somewhere in Los Angeles|
They were married at Cathedral Chapel, a block north of Olympic on La Brea in L.A., in 1948. I've always assumed that she moved in with him, at his place on Crenshaw Bl. Gladys became pregnant in '49, and Martha introduced them to the OB/GYN who delivered Lane and me. Gladys fell prey to the perfect storm for pre-eclampsia: it was her first pregnancy, she was near 40, and it was a multiple birth. She could no longer clot blood, and so bled to death despite all efforts to save her. Neither Lane nor I could clot, and I believe that was a major cause of his death.
|George and Gladys|
|The wedding party. L to R, Jack Travers (Best Man), George, Gladys, unknown gentleman, Bessie Tidey (Maid/Matron of Honor), and two more unknown gentlemen.|
I don't know at all if Bessie was married at the time or not. If she were, I have a hunch that the gentleman standing between her and Gladys is her husband, Cliff. But I don't remember him as well as I do her. Dad asked Jack and Bessie to be my Godparents when I was baptized.
|The traditional cake smushing.|
|Meanwhile, elsewhere in the neighborhood...|
When I was about 40, Gladys' sister Dorothy passed away. After she did, her daughter sent me a package of documents she found in Dorothy's desk that was addressed to me. In it was a hand-written account of what had happened. I may post that another time, as the spirit moves. (A little about that here.)
She and Lane are buried in Inglewood, at the Inglewood Park Cemetery, across the street from the old Inglewood Forum.
And, with all of that, I do have a connection to her. She made sure that both Lane's and my first initials were "L. A.", because she loved Los Angeles. So that is my link to both her, and the city of my birth.
Thank you, Gladys.