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When I was a teenager in the 1970s, I bought a book called "Great Fires of America." It changed my life. I found the stories powerful, moving, horrifying, and many of the photos have stayed sharply in my memory. To this day, fifty years later, I never enter a public building without planning an escape route. "Great Fires of America" described all the legendary blazes: Iroquois Theater, Hartford circus, Cocoanut Grove night club, and more. But the chapter that made the strongest impression on me was the one about school fires. Being from the Cleveland area, I'd long known of the Collinwood school tragedy of 1908, but until I read "Great Fires," I hadn't heard of OLA (I was only three when the fire happened). The book included a photo of charred desks in one of the upstairs classrooms. I've never forgotten it -- such stark pathos. I think everyone who's ever been a schoolchild can see themselves in the places of those brave, scared OLA victims and survivors. About ten years ago, I found this excellent website, and every year near the anniversary of the fire, I return to revisit the children and the nuns and the families, as a tribute to their memories. I've never been to the Humboldt Park neighborhood, but it feels familiar to me now. The street names (Iowa, Avers, Hamlin) and the schools (John Hay and Cameron and Ryerson and HOC) and the local parishes feel almost like places I've visited. Though I was raised Catholic, I haven't been a believer for a long time. But as I read the testimonials and memories here on olafire.com, I'm moved by how many people found and still find solace in their faith. I'm glad it sustains so many. Thank you for maintaining this site and for giving continued virtual life to those whose literal lives were ended or changed forever on December 1, 1958.
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