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My Best Friend Essay

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First, let me introduce myself, before I tell you some stories about the teen-aged Mary Deas Frost, my roommate at The Hannah More Academy in Reisterstown, Maryland. We lived together from the fall of 1934 through the spring of 1936, when we graduated and had to go our separate ways. I - not the person reading this to you - am Frances Rich Tyrrell. I am 99 years old. I live outside of Baltimore, Maryland. I cannot be with you today in body, but my spirit soars in celebration of Mary Deas’s life. She was my dearest friend for over 80 years; can you believe that? Even though we didn’t live near each other, we kept in contact through letters, cards, gifts, phone calls, and occasional visits. She never stopped being my best friend all those years. I loved Mary Deas from the day I met her; she was so much fun - and so good at everything she did. I tried to do everything she did, but she was a far better athlete than I was. It didn’t help that I tore my knee playing basketball, which was one of the sports she mastered at Hannah More. Memories Over the past few weeks, I have gone through my photos and school yearbooks, remembering the times Mary Deas and I shared. She was beautiful, loving, joyful, smart, talented and athletic. Did I mention she could do everything well? I was so lucky to have her as my roommate! She was an inspiration. At school we were known as “Rich and Deas, the fun roommates,” and yes, we did have fun but we studied too. One of the things we loved the

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