I feel bad that Deborah doesn't have anyone representing her. So goes...
Deborah grew up in Bonneyview. She was the daughter of a poor family that owned a lamp shop in the neighborhood and was not like the rest of us. She was maybe slow or maybe we were just too fast. I don't know, but she was with us all of the way. I wasn't always her friend, but I knew her for many years. She ended up living close to me in Redding and I would cross her path frequently. We talked.
She always cared about cats...you know the neighborhood kind that were always around. She didn't have any money, but she found a way to take care of them. I don't know if she was able to do such things as get them fixied as we would all like to do, but she did her best, that I know for sure.
She would feed them and care for them, she was that kind of person...caring for those that couldn't care for themselves. The innocents, just like her. She wasn't always mild, she could and would have an opinion, she was intitled...she had earned it and she was part of our class.
I miss her as a person worth knowing and ordinarily overlooked, but she had her place and she did a very good job of filling it. God's speed Deborah.
I, too, was fond of Deborah. Enjoyed stopping to chat with her over the years when I saw her downtown. I have a really sad, haunting memory of her being forced to give an oral presentation in front of class. It was impossible for her. I know she had a little dog for a number of years that seemed to go everywhere with her. Nice to imagine that she found comfort and companionship in her pets.
John Dougherty
I feel bad that Deborah doesn't have anyone representing her. So goes...
Deborah grew up in Bonneyview. She was the daughter of a poor family that owned a lamp shop in the neighborhood and was not like the rest of us. She was maybe slow or maybe we were just too fast. I don't know, but she was with us all of the way. I wasn't always her friend, but I knew her for many years. She ended up living close to me in Redding and I would cross her path frequently. We talked.
She always cared about cats...you know the neighborhood kind that were always around. She didn't have any money, but she found a way to take care of them. I don't know if she was able to do such things as get them fixied as we would all like to do, but she did her best, that I know for sure.
She would feed them and care for them, she was that kind of person...caring for those that couldn't care for themselves. The innocents, just like her. She wasn't always mild, she could and would have an opinion, she was intitled...she had earned it and she was part of our class.
I miss her as a person worth knowing and ordinarily overlooked, but she had her place and she did a very good job of filling it. God's speed Deborah.
John Dougherty
Linda Stewart
I, too, was fond of Deborah. Enjoyed stopping to chat with her over the years when I saw her downtown. I have a really sad, haunting memory of her being forced to give an oral presentation in front of class. It was impossible for her. I know she had a little dog for a number of years that seemed to go everywhere with her. Nice to imagine that she found comfort and companionship in her pets.