Helen
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This room will not be used for "therapy." It will be dedicated totally to the memory of my late wife Helen. Please enjoy the pictures of children. They were her passion, her joy, her dedication. Woe be to anyone who did not hold a child in highest esteem; and double woe to anyone who abused one of her "charges." It will be my joy and pleasure to dedicate this room to her memory.
Helen was a neat lady -- exceedingly above my wildest expectations. Her life is worthy of a biography. She spoke, I wrote. It was a labor of love. The words below speak of my loneliness. I miss her so.
I walk my little winding paths through brake and brush and turn to greet your nearness, somehow felt; my heart, my eyelids burn! Some delicate dim dream of you drifts down my woodland ways, but oh! the weary want of you aches through my empty days. -- Author unknown
Joyful sounds of children at play -- like music performed by the angels. Their giggling and chortling fill the air to make it warm with their joy and glee. Protect them always from harm and hurt -- our precious cargo, our sacred trust, our priceless children.
I wrote Helen's authorized biography -- an account of her very interesting life (she was in the tail-end entertainment time of vaudeville and, when a child, was in an auto chase, shoot out in Chicago), sometimes it was of pathos, sometimes of joy, always her part was told in truth. It is for sale, but only in a special way. Fifty percent of profit above expenses goes to a Child Crisis Center. It was Helen's wish and I will honor it. If you are interested in the details of the sale, please contact me by using my e-mail, and I will give them to you. Thank you for even thinking about it. The biography is called "Corner of Time."
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WALK WITH ME On a long forgotten shore, On a long forgotten sea, You and I will meet again in the way it used to be. And though our problems may be many, And our answers may be few, We will work them out together In the way we used to do. Our time together was all too short To solve the mystery of it all, But as the tender leaves of Spring resolve, In the Autumn they must fall. Walk with me along the sand, Hear the whisper of the wind, See the sea breeze bend the grass in the memories of our mind. So we walked along time's byways, In the manner of our way. Our lives were one together, So sad we could not stay. -- Helen |
Helen's Credo --
Let no child be demeaned, nor have his wonder diminished, because of our ignorance of discovery, because we lack the resources to discover his problem. Let no child -- ever -- doubt himself or his mind because we are unsure of our commitments. --- Alan Martin
The
daisies keep blooming -- perennial beauty. In The Shrink's suite of
therapy rooms you will find sprays of daisies and other flowers. Each is
for your pleasure and enlightenment. Enjoy and protect!
This
is our youngest daughter as a child. She's a mature adult now, married,
and is graduated from university, speaks five foreign languages, has
children of her own, was co-owner of a toy store, is now a language
teacher in middle school. Her children are old enough to be responsible
now. She speaks Spanish, Portuguese, French, German, and Italian -- and
grammatically correct English, of course. She
and her sisters were Helen's special joys. They are mine, too,
naturally! I might add that our daughter came by her intelligence from
her mother, brilliant!
Such
adoration! Such love. Helen gave no less to our children. Always
vigilant, ever aware and never lacking protection for their welfare. She
was the first to volunteer their care; first to share their sorrows and
first to enthuse their successes. I took my
lead from her, since she was so much in control -- and had the wisdom
and judgment of a lady Solomon! It was easy to follow her lead. She
never let it be noticed that she had everything under control. She did
it so admirably that no one felt demeaned nor "left out." She
was a neat lady -- neat as any that could be imagined. She was my
special person.
I placed a picture of Helen in various therapy rooms. Her presence lends relaxation to any setting. Besides that, she's beautiful! She was about thirty years old when the picture was taken. I lucked out and had her as my wife for forty-two years. She grew even more beautiful. I scarcely felt I merited her being my wife. Our marriage ended in her death in 1998 -- from humankind's scourge, cancer. I thank the Lord that she had no suffering.
Oh,
to while away the day with your friends! The hay is soft, sweet smelling
and your friends are your best. There's no more carefree time than this,
a childhood with time to dream. And, sometimes those dreams come true.
So often, though, the friendships fade as we grow to accept the
responsibilities of adulthood. Yet, they need not fade. Perhaps our
dreams should always include that friendships will never die, but live
on and become part of the reality that the dreams sometime become. Helen
had her dreams, but unfortunately most didn't become reality -- it's a
long story. She harbored no bitterness that they didn't -- sadness, yes,
but no bitterness. It's a long, long story!
Read “Corner
of Time.”
The
school years of our children were filled with so much happiness. Many
memories relate to those good years, some more vivid than others. There
is one special memory that comes to mind. My wife and I worked during
part of our youngest's elementary school days. Helen picked her up at
the end of the school day, usually by a gate and crying, thinking she
was forgotten. One great day, she wasn't crying. Helen told her she was
so proud of her that she wasn't crying; to which my daughter said,
"No, but I whined a lot." Progress was being made! Still, she
didn't give an inch!
Here are Great Truths that little children have learned:
No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize cats.
When your Mom is mad at your Dad, don't let her brush you hair.
If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.
Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
You can't trust dogs to watch your food.
Reading what people write on desks can teach you a lot.
Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.
Puppies still have bad breath, even after eating a tic-tac.
Never hold a Dust Buster and a cat at the same time.
School lunches stick to the wall.
You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
No matter how much you like ants, they don't necessarily like you.
When you climb too high in a tree, make sure Mom is handy to get you down.
When thing's have gone wrong all day, and you're all ready to cry, the best place to be is in Mom's lap.
Here are my words of adoration for my wife. Helen had the distinguishing attribute of high moral eminence. She had moral strength, self-discipline and a regal personage. She was compassionately tender to all living things. She especially was tender to children, having experienced a stark, empty, bleak and barren childhood herself. She vowed never to concede herself to allow any of her childhood difficulties to happen to any other child if it was within her power to prevent it. She was honest, trustworthy, respectable, credible, straightforward, free from deceit, and full of truth. She was authentic, genuine and faithful. Helen, in her whole person, stressed that what she represented was based on fact, not on a lie, nor based on sham. She was loving, giving, accepting and generous of herself. When I was with Helen, I felt good; I felt complete; I had a sense of joy. When I was with Helen, I knew that I did not have to talk or speak for her to understand. She was always there when I needed bolstering, encouragement and honest, truthful commentary. She gave me a sense of assurance that, whatever task I began, she had confidence in me to know that I could accomplish the goal. During my trials and tribulations while working on my doctorate, she was optimistic when I was pessimistic; she was encouraged when I was discouraged; she was patient when I was impatient. I loved her very much. My spirits are lifted quite often when I see our youngest daughter who appears to have learned well from her mother. The character she shows reflects Helen's, and for this I am eternally grateful. Committing myself to Helen was the easiest thing I have ever done in my life. I would recommit myself to her again and again, because I know that I would be faithfully rewarded and beyond my greatest expectations. She was beautiful inside and out -- a neat lady. I loved being in her company. She was my friend, my lover and my honest critic, but never dishonestly. I could always count on her being there -- even when we were apart. I miss her very much. ~~ Her loving husband, Bill
