Many of the years Helen was a resident of Edgewater Point she was in my mother's (Peggy Hamilton) large circle of friends. Helen was always very dignified, and imparted her personal integrity in her strong stature and beautiful resilience as a centurion. She never said much to me. She was always reading or listening to a book on a special media type. My mother said Helen read a tremendous amount of books.
The night my mother passed away, I encountered Helen in the hallway of their residence. It was quite late. Helen was off to the nurses' station, on her little scooter, to sort a need she had for herself. She was very able to take care of herself, 102 yrs, at that time. When I told her the news about my mother, Helen took my hand. I was surprised to see her crying. As she held my hand she said to me, “she was a friend of mine.” I wanted to share with Helen's family, that when I miss my mother, I remember and hear Helen's words… “She was a friend of mine.” It means so much to me now, and I'm sure it will for many years.