Some of my memories of Helga…
Helga was a hardy and resilient character. I remember her telling me how as a young girl she had to break the ice on a stream to access water. She was fiercely independent and would often refuse a lift in a car as she could just as easily, in her mind at least, take 3 hours and 7 buses to get to the same destination without putting you out. You will realise that I exaggerate here, but if you knew Helga, you’ll realise I’m not that far from the truth.
Helga was a kind lady who loved nature. Often on the ministry I would ask her to name plants and flowers for me as my knowledge was limited – if prompted she would produce the Latin names. She loved trees and animals.
Helga had a great sense of humour and an infectious laugh with a sparkle in her eyes. She didn’t mind translating some of my daft sayings into German.
Helga was a very faithful minister who was one of those who could be always be depended upon to be out supporting the local group. If she wasn’t present, then you’d know something was up.
Helga was a practical person in many ways and quite handy with a chainsaw!
Helga loved her accordion.
Helga’s faith was strong and without doubt this sustained her during hard times. She is sure to be rewarded while she waits in Jehovah’s memory.