We had brother Salvino Ferrari (second class if I remember well) and his lovely wife Helen sometimes in our missionary-home. He was a very sincere, humble, kind brother. Very interested in our life and I really loved at that time listening to his experiences in Cuba where they left in 1961. The last time we went together out in service, he could hardly walk in the extreme heat but went on until lunch.
It’s all so sad remembering those details.