On November 17, 1949, Bernard Olcott and his dashing first wife Patricia Terry of Larchmont, New York spend the evening out on the town. It looks like the wide striped banquet seating of El Morocco but Pat tells me that no, they only hung at The Stork Club or 21. In any event, this is one of my favorite pictures of Dad, earnest, engaged, and involved. And looking sharp!
Pat was the first of 5 wives and 5 divorces. The next wife was an import, a young lady from Quebec City, Canada, my mother Michele. Number three was another import, this time Graciela from Guayaquil, Ecuador, mother of my sister Victoria. Like Pat’s, that was another short-lived marriage, lasting about 3 years. Dad returned to domestic varieties for the last two. Gloria from Bay Ridge and Stony Brook, Long Island, mother of my sister Blair. And ending with Rosemary from Washington Heights, NYC (and raised in Metuchen, New Jersey). Dad was a romantic, to be sure, but he was worse than clueless after marriage. In fact, there is a strong argument to be made that he was just plain misogynist. For example, he never ever spoke about his own mother, a mysterious lady named “Patricia Regas.” I use quotes because she was a Lithuanian immigrant (like his Dad) and I have no idea about what her real name was or anything. At all. But more on that later.