As a child, Helen was my favorite aunt. She traveled with us, hosted sleepovers, played cards with us and laughed with us. I remember her visit to Caracas in the early 60's. We played at the beach - "Help there is an A(u)nt on me" was the phrase of the day.
The traffic in Caracas was bad, bad, bad - Dad was white knuckled and struggling with anger while Helen was laughing uproariously at it all- enjoying not getting anywhere.
She brought Gayle down to Beaumont to get her brother's approval. She arrived the day before and was wound so tight that one little glass of wine and she had to go to bed at 7 PM. Gayle arrived late and climbed into the top bunk above me.