The American War Bride Experience

GI Brides of World War II

Dec. 4, 1945 - Syracuse Herald Journal (NY)

Mother-in-Law Blames Flier,
Jilted by Bride

ROCHESTER (INS.) – Lt. Harold J. Carbone, whose English war bride jilted him for a Dubuque, Ia., Army captain, last night said he “would keep at his studies at the University of Rochester and let things ride for a while.”

He said the former Jean Gloor of London, whom he married in November, 1944, and has not seen in more than a year, had written him on Nov. 12 of this year “there was a good chance she’d be in Rochester by Christmas.”

The war veteran, visibly affected by the desertion of his bride, added: “I don’t know what I am going to do. I must figure things out.”

Dec. 5, 1945 - Syracuse Herald Journal (NY)

War Bride’s Husband Asks Church
Ruling on Triangle

ROCHESTER (UP). – Harold Carbone said today he would ask the church to decide whether he should annul his marriage to the war bride he left in England who sought solace and found motherhood in the arms of an American Army captain.

Carbone, 25, former Air Force lieutenant, said he could not divorce his British bride because he was a Catholic.

He left his wife, Jean, with her mother when he returned to the United States. He finally arranged her air passage so she could join him her last Saturday, but instead she flew to the arms of Capt. Darell Beschen in Dubuque, Iowa, the father of her expected child.

“I have thought about an annulment,” Carbone said, “but whether it could be granted is entirely in the province of the church.”

He said he didn’t know whether he would contest a divorce if she filed suit. “I will meet the problem, if it arises,” he said.

Carbone said he tried to perform his husbandly duties toward the girl he married in London in November, 1944, and had written her “endearing” letters.

(The bride’s mother, Mrs. E. G. Gloor, said in London that it was these letters that drove her daughter to Capt. Beschen’s arms. “They were full of nothing but slushy sentiments. Jean couldn’t stand it. She wanted news of everyday life in America. She wanted to know what she was going to,” Mrs. Gloor said.)

Carbone said he loved his wife “desperately,” and that he was a “wronged party.” He said he would take a couple of more days to recover from the shock, then resume his studies at the University of Rochester. He said he didn’t care to see his wife, or her dashing captain.

(Beschen leaves today to return to his Army duties at Santa Ana, Calif., leaving the girl with his mother, who said Mrs. Carbone was “very sweet,” and had written to her before she came to visit.

(Mrs. Carbone said she loved only her captain, “I;m still trying to figure out why I married Carbone,: she said.)

Dec. 6, 1945 - Syracuse Herald Journal (NY)

Bride Seeks Her Freedom
To Beat Stork

DUBUQUE, IA. (UP) – Mrs. Jean Carbone, 19-years-old British war bride, today prepared for a legal battle to obtain a divorce from her husband and remarry in time to beat the stork.

Capt. Darrell Beschen, admitted father of Mrs. Carbone’s unborn child, retained an attorney for her yesterday before leaving for reassignment at the Santa Ana, Calif., air base.

The captain and his beautiful, redhaired sweetheart bade each other an affectionate farewell before he left by automobile for the air base.

Hoffman said he was awaiting word from Harold Carbone, former air corps lieutenant, now a student at the University of Rochester, N.Y., who wed the girl in London in 1944. Carbone had not replied except to say if his wife sued for a divorce, he would “meet the problem, if it arises.”

The young British bride arrived in the United States last week aboard a transatlantic plane, ostensibly to join her husband. She was met in Chicago by Beschen who brought her to his home, where she was found by Red Cross authorities after her husband reported her missing.

Jean Carbone arrived on 28 Nov 1945 in New York. She was 19 and born in London, England

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