My wife’s family sent their daughter, Frieda, to Bradley Beach to meet a nice Syrian boy. Instead she came home with me. We were married in July 1963. Unfortunately, Frieda died of breast cancer in June 1985. I was blessed for a second time when I married a girl from Loch Arbor. Not Weequahic but close enough.
by BBHistory | Feb 24, 2019 | Love Stories