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My name is Florence. That horrendous day I was there, in fourth grade, in the basement classroom. I lived a few blocks down the street, on the corner of Harding and Iowa. My mothers friend lived across the street in a 3 flat with a back porch facing the school. She saw the smoke abd told my mother immediately. My mother ran down to the school, I was in our spot by the convent on the Avers street side.What I remember after that was utter chaos. Through the years I have gone to a few memorial services. I was happy to see a memorial mass is planned. I am hoping to go. Blessing to all who read this, Florence Riani Collado
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