I first met Maggie when we attended St. James School in Highwood as kindergarteners. Little did I know then that we would become such good friends. Maggie left St. James after kindergarten, and I didn't meet her again until we were freshmen and sessionmates at HPHS. We had such fun during those carefree days. My first job was at Zesto in Highwood, and Maggie, Karen Benvenuti, and I shared many laughs while preparing hamburgers, shakes, sundaes, etc. there. When were got married our husbands became friends too, and we were lucky enough to go on camping trips together, play Bridge on women's night out, bake and decorate Christmas cookies, share special occasions, and enjoy conversations that only true friends can have. Maggie was always full of life. Her valiant fight against bone cancer left her body weak, but her spirit was always strong. She is sorely missed by all her family and her dear friends.
I first met Maggie in high school through mutual friends. I got to know her even better after we each married and formed a group of young marrieds, all women from HPHS and their spouses. Together, in the winter, we celebrated Christmas traditions, went to HPHS basketball games, played cards and various games. In the summer we camped, biked, hiked and played golf. Although our spouses were usually included, the women also found plenty of opportunities to bond separately. We celebrated our fiftieth birthdays together in Las Vegas.
Maggie was always smiling and good natured. I remember an overnight bicycle trip she and Paul took with Dave and me and our daughter, Sally, and my niece, Jamie. Sally and Jamie were at that awful ten year old giggle stage. I was beginning to lose control after a day of listening to them, especially in front of our friends, when Maggie calmed me down. She reminded me that she was the oldest of six siblings and used to kids having the giggles. She had a calmness about her that I will always aspire to.
Maggie was the first friend I lost to cancer. Her battle was long and hard. We were in the midst of planning a girl’s weekend in Chicago when she became too ill to participate. She had arranged for the limo to drive us and insisted we go even though she couldn’t. It was a bittersweet weekend without her.
Connie Linari (Mordini)
I first met Maggie when we attended St. James School in Highwood as kindergarteners. Little did I know then that we would become such good friends. Maggie left St. James after kindergarten, and I didn't meet her again until we were freshmen and sessionmates at HPHS. We had such fun during those carefree days. My first job was at Zesto in Highwood, and Maggie, Karen Benvenuti, and I shared many laughs while preparing hamburgers, shakes, sundaes, etc. there.When were got married our husbands became friends too, and we were lucky enough to go on camping trips together, play Bridge on women's night out, bake and decorate Christmas cookies, share special occasions, and enjoy conversations that only true friends can have. Maggie was always full of life. Her valiant fight against bone cancer left her body weak, but her spirit was always strong. She is sorely missed by all her family and her dear friends.
Roseann Albert (Simpson)
I first met Maggie in high school through mutual friends. I got to know her even better after we each married and formed a group of young marrieds, all women from HPHS and their spouses. Together, in the winter, we celebrated Christmas traditions, went to HPHS basketball games, played cards and various games. In the summer we camped, biked, hiked and played golf. Although our spouses were usually included, the women also found plenty of opportunities to bond separately. We celebrated our fiftieth birthdays together in Las Vegas.Maggie was always smiling and good natured. I remember an overnight bicycle trip she and Paul took with Dave and me and our daughter, Sally, and my niece, Jamie. Sally and Jamie were at that awful ten year old giggle stage. I was beginning to lose control after a day of listening to them, especially in front of our friends, when Maggie calmed me down. She reminded me that she was the oldest of six siblings and used to kids having the giggles. She had a calmness about her that I will always aspire to.
Maggie was the first friend I lost to cancer. Her battle was long and hard. We were in the midst of planning a girl’s weekend in Chicago when she became too ill to participate. She had arranged for the limo to drive us and insisted we go even though she couldn’t. It was a bittersweet weekend without her.