Anne M. Bosefskie

From the moment I met Mrs. Bosefskie, I was family. I was 9 or 10 years old and Annemarie and I had just become friends. I moved away and later on came back in high school. I remember her long beautiful black hair that she always kept up in a bun when she worked. When she came home she would lay on the couch and Annemarie and I would pamper her. I would brush her hair while Annemarie did her nails. I love being in that house. It was so full of love. I remember friends and family gathering in...