The story that follows is somewhat different from the others contained within these pages. Rather than being told through family recollections and historical research, it is presented in Gene's own words. His account offers a personal and deeply heartfelt reflection on the years he and Priscilla shared together — a journey marked by companionship, devotion, laughter, and enduring love. Through his memories we gain a unique glimpse into the relationship that enriched both of their lives and remained a source of strength and happiness until the very end.
I first laid eyes on Priscilla on the morning of June 20, 1974. It was not a pretty sight. She was hung over from a wild party the night before. But, we had business to transact.
I was an active duty U.S. Navy commander, a public relations officer, who had just been reassigned to duty in London after two eventful years with the Sixth Fleet in the Mediterranean. I had supervised the Fleet's media relations during the Middle East War in 1973 and the mine clearing of the Suez Canal the following year. I was looking forward to a less hectic two years on the staff of the Commander in Chief of U.S. Naval Forces in Europe, headquartered in an historic building adjacent to the American Embassy in Grosvenor Square, Mayfair. But, first, I needed a place to live in London, preferably within walking distance of the headquarters.
"You may be in luck," the lady in the command's Housing Office remarked. "A two bedroom rental flat has just come on the market at Montagu Square, about 10 minutes walk from here." There were one complication. The occupant, a Mrs. Blomberg, a British librarian, was going on sabbatical leave to Albuquerque in the United States and wanted to sub-let her apartment for just one year. I needed a place for at least two years, but was intrigued by the affordable price and proximity. I walked to Montagu Square and buzzed the apartment. Priscilla came to the door, disheveled, from the boozy sendoff celebration the night before.