Monday, August 20, 2018
I have very happy memories of my visits to North Street when I was a kid. I would go there to play with Minna, since we were almost the same age, and spend the night. Shirley was always kind to me and made me feel at home, especially since I was a lonely kid, stuck out in the country, without much to do. I remember her allowing me to play on the piano, and wishing I had one at home. She used to try to get the Schilling’s together for Christmas, which was like herding cats. Perhaps, she is teaching the children of Heaven. My sympathies to all who were closest to her.
