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My father, Joseph Casale, and mother, Jennie, had arrived at the school shortly after the fire began. My dad, God Rest His Soul, went into the school to find my younger brother, John, and myself. We had just moved to the neighborhood in October 1958 so my dad was not sure what classrooms we were in. In the mean time he did go to the second floor to help rescue anyone and in the process his hand was severely cut. Unable to save any of the children or nuns, he came outside and once our family was reunited,Mom wrapped Dad's bleeding hand in a hankerchief and we took several injured children to our car and drove them to St. Anne's hospital. Later on that evening my Dad had surgery to repair the cut tendon in his hand. At this time I am just happy to know all those who died are Angels with God. Also,I want, and have wanted to for a very long time, recognize my Father for his heroic act and recognize my Mom for helping the children we took to the hospital.
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