Helen was an only child. We lived across the alley from her. Her
mother had a difficult time during her pregnancy and had to remain in bed almost the entire time. I had three children and when my third child, a little boy, was born, Helen came over to my house to ask if she could push him in his buggy and take him for a walk. When I told her she could, her eyes lit up and she had the biggest smile on her face, saying she had no brothers or sisters and was so happy that I would let her watch Jimmy. She was a darling girl. Her parents were from Europe and I don't think they had any family here in the States. My oldest child, Beth, was in the fire also, and did return home unhurt. She was in second grade.
-- (Joan Strickland Troka, Neighbor - October 2015)