joining the Navy was the smartest thing he ever did, Wilbur Jones, Jr. of
Wilmington said recently. It was that decision, in 1955, that made it possible for him to make his “second smartest
decision,” asking Carroll Robbins to marry him.
She came from a Navy family, and at the time they met, her father had just been placed in
command of an element of the U.S. Sixth Fleet, based in Naples, Italy.
In October 1958, Carroll had hoped to live in California, or take a magazine internship in
Paris, but her father asked her to come to Italy to help her mother. “No choice. I sulked, but realized it had to be.”
Meanwhile, Wilbur had been assigned to Captain Robbins’ staff, which made it inevitable that
the two would meet.
“There was nothing that would have attracted us to each other,” he said, “had we by chance
met in the States under ‘normal conditions.’” But it didn’t take him long to notice her. “Not only was she one of
the few young American women in town, but she was an absolute knockout.”
at one of many parties welcoming the new commodore, Carroll recalled, “Someone
brought a nice looking young man over and introduced him as Wilbur Jones. I asked him what people really called him.
He was direct and a bit firm and replied, ‘You can call me Wilbur.’ No points for me there.”
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Afterward she remembers realizing how rude she had been.
At another party, on a dare from his officer buddies, Wilbur asked her to go see the ruins
of Pompeii. She remembers being hot, tired and rushed, because Wilbur had a dinner date with somebody else!
“Eventually we did go to dinner,” she said, and both agreed they just wanted to be friends.
They concluded their backgrounds were too different — she the globe-trotting “Navy brat,” he the small-city
Southerner, And, yet, “We found we were so opposite as to be fascinating.”
But the Navy kept creating opportunities for the two to get together. Carroll and her mother
followed the Captain around the Mediterranean, acting as his hostesses.
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