Mary Koepke

When I search my memories of Mary, I see a refined, talented, intelligent woman.  Smartly dressed even on a Saturday at home. I see me sitting next to her daughter, Chris, my best friend, in the back seat of the family car. We were young teenagers. Annoying at times, lots of times, with our snickering and bickering. Mary called me Sister Sal because Chris and I loved and fought like sisters. She also called me BigSal, which I didn't like so much but I know she said it out of love.   When...