May God always watch over you dear friend.
-- (Anonymous)
I remember Mary Ellen from Ryerson School where she sat
across from me in class. We both had the first seat in our rows. We became friends right away and upon leaving class her first day, she asked if I knew which way she should go to get home.One day I came to class and Mary Ellen was not in her seat, so I asked the teacher where she was. I was told she had transferred to OLA because space had become available for her. It was shortly thereafter that the fire struck and I saw her picture on the page of the newspaper. I have never forgotten her name all these years. I was an OLA CCD student and made my first communion and confirmation at OLA.
-- (Roseann Gilbertson, Friend)
Mary Ellen and I became the best of friends when she attended St. Frances Xavier School. Her family lived across the street from us on Flournoy Street. We had our usual spats, but remained the best of friends even after she moved. She was a little bit of a tomboy who loved adventure and her pet monkey. We spent many hours playing together.I had the honor of being a pall bearer which was one of the saddest days of my childhood. I often think of her and still pray for her. I went on to graduate from St. Frances and then moved away from the neighborhood.
-- (Janice (Patun) Collins, Friend/Neighbor)
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