My artist parents met at Pratt Institute Art School the year my Mom, Adele Innes, became a freshman in 1942; she was just 16.
She told me that she idolized Bernie – he was handsome, friendly and talented.
I was never told any stories about how they met that year, though there is a small drawing by my mother of people dancing and drinking and the words “How We Met” on it from an old scrapbook that my mother kept – so let’s assume they met at some college party.
Dad received notification in December 1942 that he would be drafted into the US Armed Forces. And in the spring of 1943 he was called up for service and went into basic training at a camp in Richmond, Virginia.
As soon as he left Pratt the letter writing between them began.
She illustrated a page for her scrapbook with what reads like a diary entry so she could have a lasting record of that first date.
Dad was then sent overseas; first to India, then to Burma (called Myanmar now) and finally to China. He was on active duty til the end of WWII.
My parents wrote to each other the whole time; they sent each other long letters and photos…
My mother told me once that they really got to know each other through their letters despite being apart for so long.
By the time my father was decommissioned and returned home to Brooklyn, they both knew that they were for each other.
My father finished his final year at Pratt along with my mother who was by then a senior, and soon after they got married.