Because I’m an historian and a snoop, and because she resembled her, I thought she might be the woman who taught me typing in high school. The newspaper obituary was limited so I went to the funeral home obit for more. My sleuthing expertise paid off. I realized during the math portion of my exercise that I’m not in high school anymore — I’m 63. My Mrs. Reardon would have been close to 150 years old.
