I had not played bridge since college (am now 81). I lost my wife to cancer on April 4th, 2020…during the COVID epidemic. So, here I was grieving and very much alone. When our YMCA in Phoenixville PA re-opened in August, I started going to work out again. I vaguely remembered something about a bridge club and inquired. I was sent to the “active older adults” room (I call it the old age room) and met a group of people playing bridge.
I believe it was the next month that they were going to have a week long teaching session. So I sat in on a bunch of hands to observe and, kind of, relearn the game a little. I also went on-line to play and learn a little more. The main thing that bridge did for me was to give me company…people to be around and to have a little fun again. It was an extremely trying period (and still is, but to a lesser degree) and that bridge club (along with my church) became the center of my life.


My husband and I retired from the investment business in Manhattan and moved to Philadelphia 30 years ago. We raised our family here, and built an active life.
My bridge story is really a story about my Dad and me, which is why he is pictured with me. For my entire life, my Dad played bridge. Sometimes, I would tag along and watch and occasionally I’d caddy.
I can’t think of my bridge life without thinking of my brother Tom, a lovely 62 year old sweet soul with Down’s syndrome. Tom came to live with my husband and me 23 years ago, 5 years before I started playing bridge. Tom was there whether I was playing locally on club teams,duplicate at the Jersey shore or taking lessons and playing duplicate at the Vero Beach bridge center. Tom was not literally at the table with me. Rather, he was riding his bike up and down the Ocean City boardwalk (once as far as Atlantic City!) or riding his bike 12 miles to take tennis lessons in Vero Beach.