Her second marriage, to a thoroughbred racetrack worker named Charles Bradford, produced a son and daughter, but this union also soon ended.
As always, she carried her belongings in her trademark red backpack.
She had told Jeff she planned to visit Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell.
In 1997, Judy Smith decided to accompany her husband, Jeff, to a work conference in Philadelphia.
Before their flight was to depart, Judy realized she had forgotten her driver’s license and was forced to take a later flight.
She worked hard, got herself out of welfare, advanced rapidly through her chosen profession, and brought up two fine children. Judy Bradford was a smart, assertive, take-charge sort of person who took pride in her street-smarts and ability to look after herself.