Walter Gilb

I was sitting at my desk at Blessed Sacrament School in 1949 with the rest of my first grade classmates waiting for class to begin. I don't recall how much of the school year had already passed but all of a sudden we had a new addition in the front row. We spent the next eight years together, the last six at St. Martin of Tours school. It turns out his family lived right around the corner from my home. Over the years, we would occasionally run into each other at a car show or get together for lunch with other old friends from grade school.
He was a lovely man and will be missed by many.