Blanka Teresa Flisiuk was only 12 years old when she met Mr.Phil Thomasson. He was an established, well known New Orleans artist, living on French Quarter. Despite the age difference, Blanka and Phil became friends; he was the kind of "grown-up" mentor she accepted, sought his advices,and the kind of person who she engaged in lenghty conversations and discussions with. Phil recognized and appriaciated Blanka's exceptional personality,and her maturity, which she demonstrated in her writing.

      Phil Thomasson was the least likely "candidate" to become the victim of such brutal crime, as his murder. He worked very hard and had various interests he dedicated himself to, with passion,  besides his painting. He rarely left his French Quarter residence. On the evening of his murder, he was at Bus Station in CBD, with the intention of returning his bus ticket,for he decided to drive in a rented car to his hometown in Texas.

      I don't intend to write about the private life of Mr. Thomasson, butonly  his connection with my family, and his admiration for my daughter Blanka. He was a very exceptional, good human being, respected by all of us, and many in New Orleans. His tragic, brutal death had left the permanent imprint in Blanka's psyche. She had never before,nor after, became so devastated by the death of someone she had known. Indeed, she had remembered him FOREVER, till her own untimely, brutal DEATH.

     Below are excerpts from letters between Phil and Blanka, and newspaper releases about the dispicable, brutal murder.