Help for a beloved Navesink resident and neighbor Dorethea Emrich has been established after the former teacher’s aide at Mountain Hill School lost her home on Millers Crossing and all her belongings in a fire last Friday.
Ms. Emrich, long beloved as an outstanding neighbor, friend, helpmate to all and aide at the elementary school, heard a loud pop coming from her garage Friday evening.. When she opened the door, she found her car had spontaneously combusted; the fire spread quickly and destroyed her home.
Friends and neighbors who set up a Go Fund Me page to assist Ms. Emrich find both housing and possession, noted that “whether you know her from her years of dedication at Mountain Hill Preschool, or recognize her as the friendly face riding her bike everywhere in nice weather and skiing around town in the snow, she is a beloved staple of our neighborhood.”
Mario Ariemma, who started the fund to aid the victim, added that everyone is grateful Mrs. Emrich herself is safe, but assistance would be appreciated in the loss of her personal belongings and decades of lifelong memories because of the fire, smoke and water damage from the blaze.
While the funds cannot restore personal and long-held belongings, they can assist Mrs. Emrich in immediate expenses for clothing, food and temporary housing as she begins the long process of rebuilding. Friends ask for donations to help a woman who has given so much joy and support to the community and urged sharing the information with others.
The link to the fund page can be found here
No cause has yet been released for the blaze.
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