Eighty seven years ago today a little girl by the name of Helen June was born in Erie, Pennsylvania. Out of five children she was the second daughter of Mack and Vieta. Eventually they all moved to Kalamazoo, Michigan. At the age of seventeen, she married a young man from the neighborhood who would become a test pilot during WWII and they would move out to California for him to complete his training. On his last flight before he was to head oversees, his plane crash landed and he was killed. By that time she was nineteen and heading back home to Kalamazoo to bury her husband and start over. Later she would marry again and have three children, two boys and one girl. Unfortunately one son would only live for a few days.
Helen was a very quiet and shy person, but if you were her friend or family she would do anything for you to help you. She loved to work in her garden, tending to her irises and she loved to walk.
She was my mother but most of all she was my best friend. When my son was small, we would pick Mom up and go to a little ice cream parlor by the name of "Frosty Boy". She would always give my son quarters to play three songs on the Juke Box, one for my son, one for me, and one for her. The one she always requested, "String of Pearls".
So Mom, just for you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jg2vtWezWbw
Love you Mom
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