(Remembering Mary Ellen Townsend Harris, 1911-2016)
Mary sat on a couch in front of the fireplace in the COHOPE dayroom, a quilt wrapped around her shoulders. Hymns emanating from a local radio station anchored the atmosphere with a calm sense of security. It was Monday, Januay 21, 1985.
Outside the weather was bitter. The coldest air mass in 86 years had the entire eastern third of the country in its grip. Heeding weather forecasts, Hugh had spent the weekend making sure the water pipes under the building were protected, and the heating system working properly. He had brought in extra firewood. Mary and the cooks had made sure the pantry was stocked. There was no storm associated with this air mass, just bitter, cold temperatures.
They had not picked up the day students because of the weather. To conserve heat, they closed off the classrooms and everyone gathered in…
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