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Magdalen Christmas Eve Mass 1984

Busy time very frustrating watching my 
husband and ciro gargano go over the 
blue prints over and over again during 
the 1984 elections for lake county Daniel 
Furlan Bobby Thompson Ernest Fisher Ciro 
was looking for another big score after 
my husband had pretty much messed up 
the last caper of taking a baseball bat and 

hitting police chief Joe gluzik in his already 
injured knee go figure right this wasn't your 
usual place of employment no it was where 
the boss gathered lose ends hiring thee 
undesirable to commit crimes throughout 
the neighborhood across the Midwest he 
ran his business by blackmailing city officials 
paying off code enforcement and a few firemen 

in the area on the count of his business 
partner was a firemen gene kalinowski who 
sent in for a favor this allowed them to gain 
access to the blueprints of the Karcher hotel 
right away ciro gathered all the wannabes 
looking to empress him going over the blueprints 
he put together a Lufthansa type hiest to set 
a blaze on the tailor shop underneath the hotel 

after mass after hot chocolate watching Santa 
Claus is coming to town after wrapping gifts 
it was time husband drove the kids and i to 
some friends on grand ave not far from the 
hotel he explained this is his last job for ciro 
and he will have to pay him good he ranted 
about dynamite hand grenades gasoline on 
dust pans to pour under the walls and doors 

finally contained the blaze downstairs but 
released massive smoke upward so they could 
get out of there unharmed quite the mastermind 
the fire went off like a hitch code enforcement 
were paid off just like firemen gene kalinowski 
said no one would question the motives not 
during election time I shook horrified the sirens 
awaken me still to this day the fbi said they 

killed 8 people I feared for my safety these 
were city officials helping to cover an arson 
that killed 8 people injuring more Christmas 
day why they believed the fire wouldn't spread 
but no one predicted the amount of smoke that 
would rush from a tailor shop full of garments 
wool silk polyester cotton smoking for days 
perhaps they thought the elderly persons would 

sleep through this smoke filled incinerator my 
husband was upset because it was Christmas 
and ciro hadn't paid any of his workers this job 
was to be the big payoff Ciros men loaded trucks 
with garments stored in his shop 1810 Sheridan 
road 1740 Sheridan road 1724 Sheridan road 
I was in complete shock no arrest made just like 
they said fool proof as long as city officials keep 

the plan running smoothly after the fire my 
husband picked the kids and I up and drove to 
El rancho motel 4 other workers for Ciro each 
man smelling of soot smoke covered their clothing 
Cito finally paid the workers it wasn't long the fbi 
questioned us but ciro gargano always said he 
had special agent Alan King in his pocket there 
was nothing to worry about and specifically I 

didn't know nothing I kelp quiet and stayed alive 
wearing wires pregnant buying weapons and 
drugs for the fbi but every night smoke fills my 
room unless I sedate myself once the smoke 
fills the room I hear the screams from three 
women a few grunts from men who were forced 
to fall to the floor to try and get air some they 
were in wheel chairs and on oxygen machines 

maybe that's why they stayed in the building 
they couldn't breathe I am taken to a hallway 
through the hall a woman Magdelen she said 
her name was Magdelen I thought she was 
saying Mary magdelen she tries to get to a 
window the drapes appears to catch fire from 
the walls but it was hot smoke took her breath 
away she tells me the twins although I don't 

believe these old women were twins they just 
shared the same names for years in therapy i 
tried to understand what twins these elderly 
persons perrished in ciro gargano fires of hell 
covered up by the city officials in his pocket his 
partner the fire chief his corrupt fbi agent special 
agent Alan King my soul has been shattered 
for years the night terrors the screams the 

wails the smoke filled room completely 
traumatizing these elderly people knew i knew 
how they died to be honest i didn't know what 
could happen to me i heard the plotting i saw 
the blueprints i even wore wires pregnant 
buying weapons and drugs from corrupt city 
officials while working with special agent alan 
King Special Agent Leroy Heimbach special 

paula brand because the fbi informed me my 
husband and Ciro Gargano burned a building 
killing 8 persons now i feel blessed that i myself 
have peace in knowing i couldn't control the 
situation and that it wasn't my fault i suffered 
in therapy blaming myself what did i know how 
long to stay quiet today I know it's a good thing 
i stayed silent because i watched the ultimate 

mass murder be covered up I'm just one small 
person no way they would have allowed me to 
live in reality covering that murder truly saved 
my life no way Ciro would allow me to live after 
witnessing the plotting of mass murder my 
prayers is with all the victims my prayers 
is that Magdelen Helen and Helen can finally 
rest in peace I feel truly blessed to help them 
cross over finally thanks be to God

In loving Memory of Christmas day 1984

Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2024

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Date: 4/30/2024 7:48:00 AM

In breathless, reading this tragic poem. Any action can have greater repercussions than estimated. Loved your poem.

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