Monday, February 1, 2010
My fondest memories of Helen were those I experienced in childhood. Being a next door neighbor to Helen, I would see her often and I can't think of a more loving, kind and genial woman. She would often open her door to me when I would run away from home without telling my mother. She'd ask if I'd have permission to be here, I'd say yes and then ask for some ice cream. She always delivered the ice cream even though she knew I had not been given permission to come and visit.
It was in Helen's yard that I grew to know the meaning of hard work and how to complete a job to the fullest of my abilities. I would do yard work as a young teen, in then what seemed an extremely large yard, and be compensated for what was my first real paying job. She made sure I did good work too, for she would check the yard behind me. She was a lady I didn't want to disappoint.
There are more wonderful memories that I have of Helen, too many to post for here. She made for an astoundingly grandmotherly figure in my time away from my out-of-state grandparents and I can't thank her enough for being there to watch over our family.
I love and miss you Helen, but I know Heaven has gained one more angel.
Peace be with you.
