When I first saw this photo of our cousin Francis Pedrotti (left), I thought he was my uncle Bob Barrett (right)–cleft chin, very Barrett. They
On Friday morning, May 1, 1942, Ewald Curran picked up the phone and was barraged with questions about the death of his step-son Bob Barrett.
My grandmother Kitty Flanagan suffered many disruptions in her youth, but she remembered the time in Leclaire, Illinois, as the golden years, full of music,
When it comes to family history, I want the story. Filling in the blanks on a family tree has its charms, but then what? Who
St. Louis. 31 March 1912. A cold, rainy start of baseball season. It is Palm Sunday. Tom Barrett goes to Mass with his family. He
Column: South Loop neighbors stand outside dying man’s condo to pay tribute in his final days By Heidi Stevenschicagotribune.com At noon on Saturday, under gray skies