Thursday, February 28, 2013
Dear Marcie, Thea, Len, and Susie, I am so sorry I missed the funeral Mass for your Mom. I spent many wonderful moments at your home on Colebrook as Marcia's friend in grade school at St. Thomas, and remember vividly your Mom and Dad. They were wonderful parents, well loved by the St. Thomas community, friends to my mother Estelle and father Tom,and always made me feel right at home, whether Marcie and I were baking cakes to take to the Sisters' convent, or playing in the little house your Dad made behind the garage, or having fun listening to records ("I wonder Who's Kissing Her Now" was one of them)and dancing in the basement while playing on that awesome game machine (pin ball?). One day Marcia and I were riding our bikes during the lunch hour down St. Paul Blvd. to deliver a card to our 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. Campbell, who was home sick that day,I think, and Marcia's bike wheel got caught in the old trolley track in the boulevard by Summerville and Marcie fell off her bike. I remember going back to your house and I was so worried about her, but your Mom reassured me and let me stay a while so I would know that Marcie was okay - as she was resting on the couch in the living room and your Mom had to keep checking her pupils to make sure she didn't have a concussion. I also remember when the pool was built, how very exciting. Your parents were such wonderful people and it was obvious to me what a wonderful relationship they shared. Later, in my adult years, I remember my dad, Tom Farrell, mentioning that he had played bridge with your Mom and what a geat player she was! My sister Marilynn, 2 years older that Marcie and me, also remembers your Mom and Dad with affection.After your Dad died, I stopped to visit your Mom and was delighted that she remembered me. What a great lady! My sympathy to all of you and your children and grandchildren. Agnes and Len are happily watching over you. Lots of love, Marcia
