I loved Helen - her graciousness, her smile. I called her "frenchie" because she always wore a French beret and a sparkle.

I had a collection myself and she dared me to wear one on Sundays.

I teased her often about sitting on the bench outside the sanctuary waiting for a cup of coffee from her "boyfriend" - Charlie.

I would meet Charlie in the Fellowship Room and remind him of our collective mission and see who got back to the bench first. She touched a lot of our lives - as a Christian.

Carol De Rosa

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