Sixty-seven years. Where has the time gone? I was ten years old and even before I came upon this web site I never forgot. For some reason this stayed with me all through the years. I grew up at Harper and Van Dyke, so not far from Barbara, but there were other things that happened that did not stay with me the way she did. As an only child, I almost felt like I had lost a sister. This is certainly a sad day but I am grateful that Barbara is being remembered by so many.  Jeanne Henn

You were seven and I was ten. We weren't neighbors but we didn't live far apart. Being a Christian, I believe you live in heaven where you are safe and are loved. I will never forget what happened, and I am now 77 years old. Some things just stay with you. I wish you a happy birthday in heaven.

Where does the time go? It seems impossible that 66 years ago I heard the story of a little girl missing and that story has stayed with me all these years. I will be 76 this August and I will never forget her or her story,

It is strange how some things affect you for a lifetime. You could say Barbara's death had nothing to do with me, and you would be right. What it had to do with me was that I lived not far from where she was abducted and was only a little older than her. From the day she was abducted it changed my life. I was more frightened to be outside. I have never forgotten and never will. I think of her often when I see a child out alone. 

How I remember this. My father conducted the funeral. Barbara was treated like an angel.

I am so glad to know her age today. I just turned 76 so I can relate to her knowing we were three years apart. I will always remember walking through her house and how nice everyone was. I was ten and have never forgotten the search for her and praying for her safe return home.

I think of Barbara often, perhaps because we were close to the same age. When I was young I used to wonder why her, and then I would think how easilyi it could have been myself or one of my little friends. Barbara will never be forgotten

I, too, walked through the Gaca home that evening, and it has never left me. I was so frightened when the reality of her death came to me. I will always remember her laying in that casket, knowing that could be me. I have thought of her and the family so many times since that night and pray they were able to live their lives with peace and love knowing she was in the hands of God.

I remember when the wonderful Gaca family opened their home and allowed people to walk through and view Barbara's body. I have never forgotten her and always knew that could have been me or any of my friends. I was ten when she passed away and it has stayed with me ever since. I still think about her and pray she didn't suffer long. I'm 74 and have often thought of everything she missed growing up. Rest in peace, little one.