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In Loving Memory of Mable Jane Tillman Helson
April 27, 1917 - September 11, 2002

Mable Jane Helson was born on April 27, 1917 in Hartsville, TN.
She was the daughter of Grifffen and Myrtle (Miller) Tillman.

My Grandma

I remember visiting my grandma at her home quite often as a child. Grandma loved gardening and canning. She was always bringing us jams and other things she'd canned. There was just one thing, if you wanted more you had to return the jars!
Grandma also loved animals and always seemed to have several cats hanging around along with at least a dog or two. Grandma loved country music. Aunt Helen said that one of her favorite songs was "Be careful of stones that you throw".
One of the things I'll always remember about her is the way she always seemed to walk everywhere. Grandma always showed she cared and was always there when we needed her.

Mable Helson was my grandmother. I love you grandma.


From Indy Star:

Mable Jane Tillman Helson

September 12, 2002


Mable Jane Tillman Helson, 87, Indianapolis, died Sept. 11. She had been a waitress for Persley's Grill and Basic Drug Store. Services: 11 a.m. Sept. 14 in Hendryx Mortuaries, East Washington Street Chapel, with calling from 4 to 8 p.m. Sept. 13. Burial: Memorial Park Cemetery. She was the widow of Joseph Kidwell. Survivors: children Helen Burnine, James Neal, Paul Douglas Helson; 13 grandchildren; 21 great-grandchildren.

 

To All Family & Friends

Terri has been working to restore Grandma's house.
She could use our help. If anyone is willing to lend a hand give Terri
a call or send an email to me and I will be sure to let her know.
I'd love to see Grandma'a house restored. Wouldn't you?

Take care and keep in touch!
Love Rhonda

 

 

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"Be Careful Of Stones That You Throw"

A tongue can accuse and carry bad news
The seeds of destruction it will sow.
But unless you've made no mistakes in your life
You better be careful of stones that you throw.

A neighbor was passin' my garden this evening
and I knew right away
That it was not flowers but gossip that she had on her mind
My neighbor walked over to me and said

"That bad girl down the street, she should be run from our midst.
She drinks and she talks quite a lot
She knows not to talk to me or my child.''
My neighbor looked at me and smiled and I thought to myself...

A tongue can accuse and carry bad news
The seeds of destruction it will sow.
But unless you've made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of the stones that you throw.

A car sped by, with the screamin' of the brakes
A sound that made my blood chill
For that same neighbor's one child had been pulled from the path
And saved by a girl that laid still.

Her child was unhurt and my neighbor cried out
"Oh, who was that brave girl so sweet?''
I covered the crushed broken body and said
"The bad girl that lived down the street.''

A tongue can accuse and carry bad news
The seeds of destruction it will sow
But unless you've made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you, you throw.

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