A Love-in-Grand-Central Story: She Met Him Under the Clock
“More than just 400 miles separated Marie and Harvey. She was the daughter of Polish Catholics, barely scraping by in Buffalo; he was the son of Russian Jews who had already served in the New York Attorney General’s office, and was now a successful lawyer in Brooklyn.
Fate, however, sent him up to Buffalo, where he was called to assist with a legal matter. Walking into the local lawyer’s office, he spotted Marie, the lovely secretary, sitting behind the desk. ”I’m gonna marry that girl,” Harvey decided.
He didn’t have long to stay in town, however, and after briefly getting to know Marie, he quickly suggested that, if she was interested, she should meet him at an appointed date and time; the place would be under the clock at Grand Central.
Marie took the train to New York, as planned, and met Harvey under the clock in Vanderbilt Hall. A whirlwind courting period later, they were married by Mayor La Guardia, who pointed out that he didn’t officiate at many weddings, but those he did would stick.
And stick it did. Harvey and Marie were my grandparents, who remained married until Harvey’s death in 1993. Marie died in 2007, but I fondly remember one afternoon passing through Grand Central with her and my mother when she stopped for a moment at the top of the west stairs and said “this is where it all started.”
Grand Central Terminal will always have a deep, personal significance to me.”
Photo and Story by Marc HermannShare your own love-in-transit stories with us!
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