Dear Friends of Mary,
I have been so lucky to have known Mary Klaasen.
For me, I am a recent friend as Louis and I moved back to Dallas after eight years in Fort Worth. It was a rather tumultuous move (as most are) into a new house in blazing hot July. We have now lived here five years, right behind the Klaasen’s—from garage to garage across the alley we gradually became more frequent visitors to each other’s homes. And lives.
My first encounter with Mary was a phone call asking if it would be alright if she brought over a peach pie to welcome us to the neighborhood. Would it be alright?? A warm, delicious homemade peach pie…
When I became ill last July, I’m pretty sure all the cold, fresh fruit she brought saved me.
And so, over the years we shared. We shared knitting, books we loved, and made each other laugh out loud. I know there will be so many stories of those who were touched by Mary. I am so glad I was one of them…and very, very grateful.
—Leigh Schultz