A girl’s wedding day is most often considered the biggest
day of her life. Most all girls
imagine and plan how it will be on that special occasion, even at the earliest ages, imagining and dreaming of the day when she takes her
vows to be someone’s wife. For us girls, we are a princess for that one day, our fairy tale. It is our
special day, where all our dreams finally come true. Never in our wildest dreams, or nightmares, would we ever
imagine that tragedy would strike on that perfect day. Sadly, for one New York couple in 1946, their
fairy tale didn’t come true.
Angela “Rose” De Fabrizio waited two years to be reunited
with her childhood sweetheart, John Mastantuono, a Army Medical corps veteran.
The couple had met back in high school and fell in love fast. When Rose was 19 she and 18 year old John (or
Johnny) had decided to marry. Unfortunately for them, Johnny was sent to war,
crushing Rose’s dreams of wedding her beloved.
Despite the odds, Rose kept optimistic the two years that
Johnny was away. Knowing that one day, he would come back to her and they would
finally have their happy ending. When he finally returned from the service, Johnny
made plans for them to wed in October of 1946. Rose then quit her job, while Johnny took on
the role of a working husband-to-be. With the help of his father, he purchased
a home for his bride, furnishing the entire place to her liking. He bought her
a ring and even borrowed a new car for the wedding day, in order for them to
travel to Atlantic City to honeymoon.
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| Life Magazine, October 21,1946 |
On the day of the wedding, Johnny met Rose before leaving
for the Church. They knew the old wives tale that it was bad luck to see each other
before the wedding, but that didn’t seem to matter to them, they were so very
much in love. The last thing Rose said
to Johnny before leaving to the Church was, “John, I love you with all my
heart.”
At the Church, Johnny was in the rear of the building
unaware of what tragedy was to come. Rose and her father were just outside the Our
Lady of Good Counsel Church, and had just started taking the steps up to the
entrance when Rose stepped on her train.
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| Life Magazine, October 21, 1946 |
During interviews for the local papers, Louis De Fabrizio,
Rose’s father stated, “The music started.
The organ played ‘Here Comes the Bride.’ Six ushers and six bridesmaids were
lined up along the aisle. I gave her my arm, my beautiful little girl. We
marched. We had practiced good. We knew what to do, we took four steps, maybe,
and she whispered, ‘wait.’ She pointed
to the hem of her dress. She had stepped on it. I told her ‘I’ll fix it, don’t
you bend down.’ Then it happened. ‘I’m dizzy,’ she said, and she fell. Mia
Bambina, and somebody screamed.”
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| New York Daily News |
Just as her father bent down to fix the train that had been caught
on her shoe, Rose collapsed to the ground. Her father grabbed her and held her
in his arms, thinking she had only fainted. But as soon as he realized she was
not breathing, a panic set in. Immediately people rushed to her side to aid
her. Dr. Vivona, who was a guest of the wedding, rushed to her side along with a
12-men fire department rescue squad who arrived shortly thereafter.
Unfortunately, they attempted to revive her, in vain. She had died immediately
upon collapse. Johnny was devastated, along with Rose’s family and friends.
The autopsy failed to disclose the
actual cause of death, it took time before the press released that she had died
of heart failure. One newspaper quoted Dr. Alexander Vivona who claimed that Rose
had a rheumatic heart, while the deputy medical examiner of Nassau County, Dr.
Allan Jaques said, “I found a general congestion, the upper respiratory
passages. Before a cause of death can be ascribed it will be necessary to
obtain a report of bacteriological and toxicological studies of the viscera.”
On October 10, 1946, Rose was
buried at St. Mary’s Cemetery following her funeral at St. Joachim’s Church.
Rose’s father could not bear to return to Our Lady of Good Counsel after the
terrible memory of his daughter dying in his arms.
Rose was buried in her wedding
gown and veil, along with the crushed bouquet of flowers she had fell upon
during her collapse on her wedding day outside the Church. Heartbroken Johnny, bestowed his last and final gift to
the love of his life, by ordering that a heart of orchids and 300 red roses be
placed upon her white coffin. Rose’s
family stayed in front of her coffin alongside Johnny, grief stricken and weak during
the service.
It was said that nearly 600 people attended the funeral
earlier in the day, while 100 people stood outside the Church in the rain. The
motorcade of 35 automobiles, along with the hearse followed to the cemetery
where nearly twice as many people came to see Rose interred into her final
resting place. A large wreath of white carnations that were given by the ushers
and the bridesmaids, lay atop the white coffin as a final act of respect to a
lost friend. Rose’s father stooped down to her coffin and picked one flower up
to take with him before walking away.
Such a sad and terrible tragedy, one of which that should
have ended like a happy ending in a fairy tale, but one that proved to end like
a Shakespearean drama. Let us never forget Rose Fabrizio and the love she
shared with Johnny Mastantuono. Let us never take love for granted, for we
never know what tomorrow brings. Love like there is no tomorrow…because for
some of us, there won’t be one.
Sources:
Life
Magazine, October 21, 1946
The Deseret
News, October 7, 1946
Kentucky New
Era, October 9, 1946
The Miami
News, October 11, 1946
THANK YOU TO LOU MASTANTUONO (John's son) FOR CONTACTING ME AND SENDING ME THE PHOTO OF ROSE'S GRAVE- THANK YOU!




I like your history telling of people that everybody forgot. They once lived just like you and me. Usually people are only drawn towards novelty, novels, new music, the news.
ReplyDeleteI came across an old photograph on the mantlepiece in the house of an old woman who just died. I asked who it was. Not much was known, her name was Gerritje and she had died before WW2 from consumption it seemed. Her sister had kept her photograph in sight for all her life.
Ah, there she is again:
http://iteror.org/friends/gerritje/gerritje.jpg
Keep it up!
Thank you Giga. I appreciate the kind words. What an interesting story you have. I think it is so very important that we always remember those who have passed before us. Everyone has a story to tell, others can find those stories and tell the world for them! At least that is what I try to do.
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