Helen Faye Watkins

I first met Helen when I was 12 years old. She and her little sons lived beside my parents and me on Columbia Ave. in Chas. She was so beautiful that I thought she was Ava Gardner. My parents and I moved and I lost contact with Helen -- that is until much later when my then-husband and my young sons would wind up living two streets apart. Again we became fast friends. I was happy she married Pete and had a good life. Helen was a wonderful person, mother and up the street neighbor and she'll...