Friday, October 9, 2015
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Helen was a dear friend who was known to me as Helen, and to my little daughter, as Cioca. She was a lovely woman who had suffered because of the imprisonment of her mother, baby brother, and father, by Russia. She eventually obtained freedom for her mother and brother, but her father did not survive the stress and imprisonment of self and family. When Russian soldiers approached their farm house, the mother said to her children, "Run". She had her baby son in her arms. Sister Helen became a brilliant physician, who suffered much pain due to the cruelty imposed upon her family, simply because they owned a farm, coveted by Russia. Helen was an RN at that time, and earned her MD while hiding from the Russians during the following few years. I met her through my father, who told me that there was an MD kicking a foot press in his factory. I asked my father to invite Helen to our home to have dinner and to get to know her. We became good friends. I ran a private maternity home. Helen was a great asset to our new business, in more ways than one. After grocery shopping one day, Helen walked over to my car. She looked pale. She said, "Pat, I saw a cat. "Baby" may not go outside. I realized that she referred to a mountain line, as our houses were at the foot of Bethany Mountain. I am an RN and Helen was, of course, a physician. She was a great friend and an example of how a daughter should treat and respect her mother. Helen divorced and remarried. She has passed to a "better place". I will always love her. She was and will always be, a treasured family member.
