Thursday, June 27, 2019
Helen and I were childhood friends who connected later in life. In childhood I enjoyed sleepovers with Helen at the home of the Whitlocks. We would sneak into Max’s quarters over the springhouse when Max was away, and in the winter Mrs. Whitlock would wrap a heated flatiron in cloth to warm our bed and feet.
In later years Helen and I caught up on events of the intervening years and shared happy memories of our life in the country and with classmates at Mosby School.
I had wondered why I had not been able to make contact with Helen in the recent past, and sadly — now I know. She was a good person who will be missed by many.
My heartfelt sympathy to her descendants, Nancy, and other loved ones.
