 Dorothy Grace Howland (r) and Arlene Gesner, 1934, Sheepshead Bay Our mother told us this: Arlene was my friend; we were fourteen years old in this picture. Because Arlene was very close to her mother and was considered emotionally fragile, we all wondered what would become of her after her mother died of a serious illness. Within weeks, Arlene surprised me by visiting one evening and saying, Don't worry. I'm fine. I found out the next day that by the time of her visit, Arlene had died [cause unknown], but I knew she was okay and with her mother.
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