There has never been a New Years since her untimely death on January 1, 1968 that I haven’t thought of my cousin Cheryl.  I remember vividly my mother telling me of the news that she had been killed.  I remember too as a young boy while visiting our grandmother in Curwensville sitting on Cheryl’s lap on the front porch. She hugged, tickled and played with me.  She made me feel special, I was in heaven! And, she was beautiful!3