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Our Lady of the Angels (OLA) School Fire, December 1, 1958
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Personal Experiences with Our Lady of the Angels School Fire

If you have a personal experience, recollection or opinion about the December 1, 1958 Our Lady of the Angels school fire, whether you were present at the fire or not, you can relate it here. Any story or information is welcome as long as it relates to Our Lady of the Angels school fire.
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Posted by: Mark On: 11/18/2018 ID: 677
Enrolled on 12/1/58? Present on 12/1/58? Injured? Age Grade Classroom Teacher
Yes Yes 8 3
As I was looking at the 60th anniversary memorials, i remembered an experience 28 years ago. When my daughter was in first grade in 1990 at Lowrie Elementary in Elgin, IL i was going to attend a parent teacher conference. As soon as I entered the building I froze. Lowrie was very similar to OLA. Not only my memories of OLA but, more importantly, for my daughters safety I was very uncomfortable. My wife reassured me that my daughters room was next to the fire escape. A few years later the school district wanted to close Lowrie. I related my experience about a neighborhood anchor closing and how it affected the neighborhood. With other input and information the district decided to keep the school open. A couple of years later a multi-million dollar addition was added.

For many years I repressed most of my memories about the fire. I thought I was in the second grade when the fire occurred. With help I remembered what grade is was in then.


Posted by: Deacon Dan Lupo On: 11/17/2018 ID: 676
At OLA on 12/1/58? Born before or after 12/1/58? Where Lived on 12/1/58?
No
This is an update to my original post: ID: 244. My post was picked up by John Kuenster and published in "Remembrances of the Angels" p. 165.

I will turn 60 on Dec. 1 2018. I was born on the day the OLA fire took place. My aunt Joanie (JoanAnn on the tombstone) Chiappetta, perished that day. My two uncles, Robert and Arthur, survived (they are both now deceased. Before he passed, my uncle Robert published "The Immaculate Deception" - his account of what he claims was a coverup in the aftermath of the fire.)

As I look back on my life since my post here 13 years ago, I can't help but wonder in amazement at how God has worked in my life, ever since my aunt first appeared to me announcing God's love and mercy.

Having studying a bit of theology since my last post, I realize now that a human being cannot become an angel, and thus my earlier claim that my aunt was my guardian angel does not square theologically. However, my study of angels and especially of guardian angels revealed this: angels can take human form if that's the best way to enact their help and protection.

All of us have heard stories in which someone is stuck in their car on the side of the road and out of nowhere someone appears, helps change a tire, and then disappears, with no tire tracks or other evidence of his ever appearing. This aligns with how a guardian angel would provide help.

In my case, I believe my guardian angel took on the appearance of my Aunt Joanie to get my attention; Joanie's appearance made me take note and to connect her physical appearance with the metaphysical reality her presence represented.

God through my guardian angel and through Aunt Joanie was letting me know that God heard my prayer, and her appearance not only represented God's presence but announced the Good News of His love and mercy.

Since my last post here, these things have happened to me:

- A wonderful priest read my post and reached out to me, sharing that my post helped him realize healing from his own difficulties through the intercession of another OLA victim.

- In prayer before the Blessed Sacrament, I asked Jesus to help me understand who his mother was. He answered that I should go ask her. I thought this meant pray the rosary. I did, but was interrupted by a female voice (I was alone at the time) that said: "Shh, don't pray to me, but in my "yes," find yours." This was during the time that I was discerning for the permanent diaconate, and Mary's surrender, her obedience, her yes is the essence of diaconal ministry - deacons bear Christ into the world to those at the fringes (the ill, homeless, prisoner, dying, immigrant...) to those who cannot, will not, have not met Christ.

- At a healing retreat at a Benedictine monastery I received a "slaying in the Spirit" wherein someone prayed over me and I fell to the ground in an ecstasy of grace - this happened two days in a row. Weeks later, I prayed over 3 people in a prayer service, and they each fell to the ground overwhelmed by an ecstasy of grace. Just last week I prayed over someone, and she reported this week that symptoms of her deteriorating spine have abated.

- At that same monastery I meet a person who wrote a memoir about the evil of Nazi Germany as it impacted her husband, a soldier in Hitler's army; the author suffered from a demonic presence throughout the writing of the book. Later on I gave that book to another woman whose German-born husband recognized in the book the evils of his own Nazi upbringing. He received healing from his own struggles with darkness.

- At that same monastery I met a person who also wrote a book - a fictional account of the Crusades. He asked me to read the book to validate the Christian/Catholic references in the book, as he was not a Christian. Just recently he wrote me that he was in the RCIA program studying/forming to become Catholic...his research done to write his book and our subsequent conversations convinced him to pursue Catholicism.

- I served with Pope Francis at Christmas Eve Mass at St. Peter's in 2017. I did not pursue this, but it dropped in my lap, through circumstances put into motion by my wife's diagnosis of cancer in May of 2017.

- I received a vision of the resurrecting Christ while serving at mass in the tomb of Christ in the Church of the Holy Sepulcher in Jerusalem, while on pilgrimage to the Holy Land. In addition to the vision, I heard a locution of the sound of "ruah" as Jesus came to life.

I share all this not to draw attention to myself, but to point to the God of the Universe whose grace permeates our world. My Aunt Joanne appeared to me to open my eyes to this fact: God yearns to share His love and mercy with us. He calls us to turn to Him, so He might reveal to us the gifts He has waiting for us. In all the tragedy of this world, He is present. In all the glory of this world, He is present. In every human life created in this world - from womb to tomb - He is present.

In all the good and bad, the turmoil and triumph, the sad and sublime - God is the constant, beckoning us to Himself.

Our lives are not our own, but are gifts from God; we are to discern as best we can the plan He has for each of our lives, to follow that plan, and to journey through life glimpsing the graces He provides, that point toward the ultimate reward of unity with Him in heaven. I can only imagine that my aunt and her classmates and all those who died in the OLA fire - and all of us affected by it - were/are part of a plan that - at the time seemed awful and incomprehensible and perhaps even evil - but a plan that eventually will bear fruit in God's inscrutably divine way. I claim that I am evidence of that fruit.

Our ongoing pain of loss, our indelible images of horror, our tears that still run whenever we imagine our loved ones suffering as they perished, our clenched stomach and broken heart that ache with the unanswerable question of "why did this happen?" - despite all this human anguish, God remains, calling us into relationship with Him, offering us His consolation, if we surrender into His arms. His own Son perished horribly; He knows our loss, He feels our despair, He laments the injustice... and still He calls to us.

We can stubbornly choose to resist Him, justified in our human anger and outrage and pain; or we can fall to our knees, exhausted at holding on to our emptiness, and surrender to His love, His mercy, His healing. We are His beloved creation, in whom He is well pleased. Come... Come... Come... Come to the Father, through the Son, with the Holy Spirit. Come...

Deacon Dan Lupo
deacondanlupo@yahoo.com


Posted by: Mike Hartnett On: 7/25/2018 ID: 675
At OLA on 12/1/58? Born before or after 12/1/58? Where Lived on 12/1/58?
No Before Chicago
I am a retired journalist, and the son of the late Jan Hartnett, a reporter for the Associated Press in Chicago.

On a cold December day in 1958, I was in the seventh grade, living on the south side of Chicago, when a west-side grammar school, Our Lady of Angels, caught fire. My dad was sent to cover the fire.

He arrived in time to see little kids hanging by their fingertips on the window sills, and then finally giving way, and falling to the ground.

By the time the fire was extinguished, 92 children, most 9 or 10 years old, and three nuns were dead.

Dad came home and, without speaking, went straight to the liquor cabinet and got drunk.

That was very unlike him. He would often have a drink or two before dinner – or after – but was always telling stories about the news of the day – Chicago politics, sports, or whatever. Not this time, though.

Two or three days later, he covered the mass funeral of 20-30 children. Again, he came home without a word, and got drunk.

It wasn't until decades later that I read To Sleep with the Angels, the story of the fire, that I began to understand the horror my dad had seen. He died about 30 years later; I'm sure those memories never left him.

Months later we moved to the neighborhood immediately west of the area served by Our Lady of Angels. I was the new kid in the school, in eighth grade – a very awkward time for me.

Not just for me. Our Lady of Angels was destroyed, so the survivors were sent to other nearby schools, including mine, Our Lady Help of Christians. In my class was an "Angel," Joann McDonald, who had finally jumped from her classroom and broke her leg. She was a big, gawky girl, by eighth-grade standards, but a real nice kid, and going through the same "new kid in school" trauma that I was going through.

(God bless women's athletics; today a big gawky girl might have an outlet – basketball or volleyball. But there was nothing like that for Joann.)

She wouldn't have made any team, regardless, because she had a number of operations during the year, returning to class each time with a heavy plaster cast on her leg.

In Joann's own words: "Everybody was screaming. Two men brought ladders from the garage and put them up to the second floor. One girl hung from the ledge and got her feet on the ladder, but it was too far away for the rest of us. Then the men put the ladders together and one girl started to climb down, but the ladder fell apart and she dropped.

"The fire started coming through the walls and everybody was screaming because the fire was hurting them. I jumped out the window and landed on the roof of a shed in the alley. I must have bounced because then I landed on the ground. I felt the pain right away and couldn't move my leg, so I knew it was broken."

(To read more interviews with the survivors, visit www.olafire.com/survivors.asp#208.)

We graduated and went to different high schools, me to an all-boys school, Joann probably to an all-girls school. That's the way it was in those days.

I don't know what ever happened to Joann. I haven't googled her because her name is so common, I assume I'd find eight gazillion entries. But I've never forgotten her.

God bless Joann. God bless Dad.


Posted by: Sharon Ellis On: 3/10/2018 ID: 674
At OLA on 12/1/58? Born before or after 12/1/58? Where Lived on 12/1/58?
No Before Chicago
I was 10 years old and living in Chicago (in the Old Town area) at the time of the fire. Our Girl Scout troop "adopted" Luella Marie Hartman. My strongest memory of that time was our Girl Scout troop going to her house (or apartment) and visiting her and buying some little crafts that she had made. I believe I still have a pink case (kind of like a compact) that I bought that day.

Sharon Ellis


Posted by: robert leigh leikovich On: 1/22/2018 ID: 673
At OLA on 12/1/58? Born before or after 12/1/58? Where Lived on 12/1/58?
No Before north lawndale
I attended our lady of Angeles from 1948 to 1955, graduated in 1955 I was
age 15 years. When I was 8 years old I attended third grade a basement class room, my teacher was sister Mary Jean Cecile. She was a very pleasant Nun. I remember the room was a basement with white glossy white
tiles on the wall I would say a safe room. When I went into fourth grade it was upstairs I believe was room 104 in the north building. I noticed
very old dark woodwork, dark wood floors and entry doors, I didn't feel
it was safe. Cold in the winter months and hot in the warmer months But I was a ten year old boy what would I know.
By the time I entered fifth grade I went upstairs to room 205, near the
steps. It was another dark room I felt unsafe I had sister Mary Faustina
a very nice nun. A year later I passed to the sixth grade in room 209
on the north side of the old building also next to a set of stairs. I had
sister Mary Albia. Not a very nice person she was strict and physical. I receive plenty slaps. Even tore up my books very angry one day and many more after. Also the room was very dark and old, not safe.
My parents went to the school principal reported her to be physical to
our son always in a angry state. And suggested the school pay for new books for me. Apparently sister Mary Albia had a talking to by the principal and she had to purchase me new books. The rest of the year
she was very nice to me. In seventh grade I had room 210 another unsafe
room I can see why all those children died in these rooms in 1958.
By the time I passed to the eighth grade I was in the new building and
upstairs in 208. I graduated in 1955 safely.
My sister Linda attended the school and graduated in 1958 in the summer prior to the fire. I had several cousins that attended Our Lady Angeles
during the fire but because they were younger and was in the new building they were dismissed early before the fire started.
I and my family were not harmed. My grandson is doing a report of the Our Lady Angeles in his high school class and I'm helping and
giving him information regarding this tragedy.
Hard to believe it has been sixty years since the tragedy.
Since the fire I have prayed every day that my children and grandchildren will always be safe from danger.
Sincerely Robert Leigh


Posted by: kar On: 12/2/2017 ID: 672
At OLA on 12/1/58? Born before or after 12/1/58? Where Lived on 12/1/58?
No Before in indiana about 40 m. away
with tears in my eyes I just want to say the victims and survivors are not forgotten. God bless the survivors and friends and relatives of the victims.


Posted by: Mary Beth LaBanca On: 12/1/2017 ID: 671
At OLA on 12/1/58? Born before or after 12/1/58? Where Lived on 12/1/58?
No After n/a
My thoughts and prayers are with all who lost their lives this day all those years ago. I think of them often and still can't believe such a terrible thing could happen. Also, to all the survivors and all who were affected by this tragedy, I send love and healing prayers to all of you. I'm so sorry you have had to carry this pain. Only God knows why, I sure don't understand it. I guess it will all make sense when we get up to Heaven. Love to all on this sad remembrance day. Sure wish we could go back in time and change things. xoxo


Posted by: Lauren (Herlihy) Ford On: 12/1/2017 ID: 670
At OLA on 12/1/58? Born before or after 12/1/58? Where Lived on 12/1/58?
No After n/a
My aunt, Mary Herlihy was a second grade teacher. She has been passed away for some time now, but I was wondering if anyone had any information they could share as a student or colleague on her. Thank you!


Posted by: Tom On: 12/1/2017 ID: 669
At OLA on 12/1/58? Born before or after 12/1/58? Where Lived on 12/1/58?
No After n/a
My Father, who was a furniture mover back in 1958, told me he was working a few miles from OLA on the day of the fire. Suddenly he heard what sounded like dozens of sirens coming from all directions. He says he saw the most emergency vehicles, fire trucks and police cars he had ever seen racing past where he was working. He says they seemed to come out of nowhere and continued to come for a good 10 minutes apparently heading towards the school. He was unaware of what happened until he went home after work and watched the news. The amount of emergency vehicles he saw then made sense to him as the tragedy at OLA was so immense. May God continue to hold all the victims in the palm of his hand and give the survivors and all those who helped during this tragedy strength and courage in their lives.


Posted by: Bonnie Babyak On: 5/14/2017 ID: 668
At OLA on 12/1/58? Born before or after 12/1/58? Where Lived on 12/1/58?
No Before Fairview Park (Cleveland) Ohio
I was in second grade at St Angela Merici School. I remember hearing the stories on WGAR radio the next morning as we ate breakfast before going to school. I was mesmerized by such a tragedy and our Mother explained what happened to so many children the same ages as my siblings and me. Others have mentioned having a fire drill the next day at school but I do not remember one. Our school regularly had fire drills and I remember sometimes seeing the fire chief there to observe. He probably did that at all schools in town. The fire dept was only 1/2 block away.

I am so sorry for the families that were affected by this fire. It was a horrible tragedy. So many people remember it and pray for your lost Angels. Also those at the school who were traumatized by it.