To know her was to love her, as the saying goes. She was a beautiful person through and through. She always saw the positive aspect of everything and everyone and had a wonderful sense of humor. I was with her the day before her car accident. I had returned to NJ to have minor surgery and we decided to get together. It was a beautiful day and we sat in a park just catching up and enjoying the day. Her son, Eric (then 3 years old) was playing in the park. We watched him dare to jump off a small step and when he landed safely on the ground, we both laughed. As we parted, we planned on getting together again before I left to return to PA. A mutual friend called me the next day and told me that Terry was in an accident and was in a coma. I couldn't believe it. It was 1981 and she was only 26 years old. Her son is a man now and I often wish I could meet him and tell him what an incredible person his Mom was. I will never forget her or the love she shared with all of her friends and family.
Terry was a great person and a true friend. After high school we remained in contact only because of Terry. She took her son Eric to see the movie ET and we shared that experience, since our children were both the same age. I believe that was our last conversation. The day I heard of her car accident I was heartbroken. I still miss her wonderful personality and the compassion she had for others. Friends like Terry are few and far between.
Around the age of 5 or 6, Terry’s family moved into a row home a few doors down from us on Paul Avenue in North Trenton. Terry and I became inseparable. Each with an older sister, we spent hours on end at their house dancing and singing to 45’s. I specifically remember a song by Johnny Crawford (The Rifleman.) We had a magical world that only 6-year-olds could conjure up. When Terry showed up with poison ivy, I, too, wanted poison ivy, so she took me back in the alley to show me the plant, and we promptly rubbed it all over my legs. We didn’t know what we were doing – I never did get the rash.
A few years later they moved, then we moved – our families visited together a few times over our adolescent years because our mothers had become friends. When I got to Steinert, I was delighted to see that Terry was there too! We had different circles of friends, but managed to share some fun times together. Actually, we drew each other’s portraits in Art Class. Mr. Wood came to my aid in a major way so that Terry’s portrait came out very well! I wonder where that is.
Janet Scheetz (Hagy)
To know her was to love her, as the saying goes. She was a beautiful person through and through. She always saw the positive aspect of everything and everyone and had a wonderful sense of humor. I was with her the day before her car accident. I had returned to NJ to have minor surgery and we decided to get together. It was a beautiful day and we sat in a park just catching up and enjoying the day. Her son, Eric (then 3 years old) was playing in the park. We watched him dare to jump off a small step and when he landed safely on the ground, we both laughed. As we parted, we planned on getting together again before I left to return to PA.A mutual friend called me the next day and told me that Terry was in an accident and was in a coma. I couldn't believe it. It was 1981 and she was only 26 years old. Her son is a man now and I often wish I could meet him and tell him what an incredible person his Mom was. I will never forget her or the love she shared with all of her friends and family.
Diane Ward (Potorski)
Terry was a great person and a true friend. After high school we remained in contact only because of Terry. She took her son Eric to see the movie ET and we shared that experience, since our children were both the same age. I believe that was our last conversation. The day I heard of her car accident I was heartbroken. I still miss her wonderful personality and the compassion she had for others. Friends like Terry are few and far between.
Monica Kurutz (Kosinar)
Beautiful post Diane. beautiful.
Susan Picatagi (Hitchner)
Around the age of 5 or 6, Terry’s family moved into a row home a few doors down from us on Paul Avenue in North Trenton. Terry and I became inseparable. Each with an older sister, we spent hours on end at their house dancing and singing to 45’s. I specifically remember a song by Johnny Crawford (The Rifleman.) We had a magical world that only 6-year-olds could conjure up. When Terry showed up with poison ivy, I, too, wanted poison ivy, so she took me back in the alley to show me the plant, and we promptly rubbed it all over my legs. We didn’t know what we were doing – I never did get the rash.
A few years later they moved, then we moved – our families visited together a few times over our adolescent years because our mothers had become friends. When I got to Steinert, I was delighted to see that Terry was there too! We had different circles of friends, but managed to share some fun times together. Actually, we drew each other’s portraits in Art Class. Mr. Wood came to my aid in a major way so that Terry’s portrait came out very well! I wonder where that is.
She was so sincere and sweet. She was family.