I was in 1st grade when my family moved to Garden Grove, Ia-Mormon Trail. I was a painfully shy, momma's girl-yes I know hard to imagine-but mom had to force me out the door with my brother and sisters. When I got to Humeston on the bus, and into the green(remember the green?) doorway, I refused to go any further. This tall, dark, seemingly menacing man tried to talk me out of the corner and into class. I wasn't moving. He tried everything. Finally had to call my mom. This is how I met Mr. Helin. He was a good man. He was our superintendent for a long time-most of my school years. This is rare these days.