I was a student at St. Daniel the Prophet Grammar School at the time of the fire. I was eleven years old. I can remember distinctly the day as the "first of December", a new month, not too far from Christmas, and really cold. Like most parochial school kids in Chicago, we marched in and out of school--at St. Daniel's, usually to the Notre Dame fight song. The fire was on the news that night. The kids were just like us. The sisters were just the same. I think every Catholic parochial school was pretty much run the same way back in those days. The picture of the fireman carrying the dead nun down the ladder pretty much tore the guts out of everyone. I suppose every Chicago parochial school kid at the time figured it could have been him\her. I've just had a chance to read other peoples' recollections. My best wishes to all attending the get-together on October 12th (with Dick Biondi).
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