Beverly was a good friend, and it was sad to lose her. Saw her from time to time over the years, and recall learning that we had lost her at our 50th reunion, I believe it was. I once saw a what really seemed to be a ghost at her parents house in Pittsburgh, where we had stopped unexpectedly on a trip from Oberlin to New York because of a sudden snowstorm. We thought it may have been her grandmother, who had died in the bed I slept in. In contrast, I would bet Bev is content wherever she is, in whatever form she may exist, should that be the case.
Ann Young (1967)
Beverly was a good friend, and it was sad to lose her. Saw her from time to time over the years, and recall learning that we had lost her at our 50th reunion, I believe it was. I once saw a what really seemed to be a ghost at her parents house in Pittsburgh, where we had stopped unexpectedly on a trip from Oberlin to New York because of a sudden snowstorm. We thought it may have been her grandmother, who had died in the bed I slept in. In contrast, I would bet Bev is content wherever she is, in whatever form she may exist, should that be the case.