Service of Thanksgiving and Praise for the Life of
Sunrise: Saturday, December 6, 1930 Sunset: Thursday, September 20, 2108 Service held at Daughter of Zion S.D.A. Church 201 N.W. 3rd Ave Delray Beach, Florida Sunday, September 30, 2018 at 10:00a.m. Officiating: Pastor E. Danny Clarke Assisted by: Pastor Leonardo Rahming Pastor C. Melvin Lewis Elder Shane Barry Saunders Organist: Br. Keith Major Pianist: Br. Akin Barr Interment Delray Beach Memorial Gardens 700 SW 8th Ave
Chapter 1
Mother’s Story Helen: A name of Greek origin, Meaning “LIGHT”
The sleepy settlement of Lowe Sound, Andros was awakened on a Sabbath morning on December 06th 1930 to the joyous sounds of praise at the arrival of the fourth child and baby girl of Nehemiah and Rachel nee Evans Russell. After careful consideration and much thought, they named her Helen Alice. They would not have known at that time, what a light their daughter would become to the world. Mother was a fun loving, outgoing child with an infectious smile. She enjoyed the company and familial bond of her siblings; Alexander, Doris, Floy and Kenneth. Early on Mother emerged as the leader of the pact and this position continued on throughout their life. As was customary during that era, Mother’s father relocated with his family to New Providence in search of a better life. The Russell clan resided for a short period of time on Broughm Street. However, a short time later, the family relocated to Lyford Cay where Papa was gainfully employed in the construction field working with his uncle-in-law, Richard Evans. Life was beautiful for the Russell household. The patriarch of the home ensured that his family was well taken care of, clothed and fed. He insisted on daily freshly cooked and prepared meals for his family; a tradition that Mother easily adopted and followed throughout her life. The four walls of the Russell household echoed with love, nurture and Christian discipleship. Mama, as we called her was the disciplinarian, while Papa was the 6ft giant of a ‘softie’. It was here that Mother learned the hallmarks of Christian living; the importance of working hard and putting in an honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay; how to be your brother’s keeper; the merit of showing hospitality to all, no matter race, creed or colour; the value of manners and respect; the love of farming and sharing your harvest; the joy of fishing, “often describing in detail how to bait and hook a catch”; the skill of sewing, which she attempted to pass on to her three girls; entrepreneurial skills; the blessing of serving others and the milk of human kindness. Mother attended Gambier Primary School under the principal ship of Mr. Robert Hall. An eager learner, she enjoyed the 10 mile walk to and from school with her siblings and friends. Early on Mother emerged as the leader in her household, adopting a protective stance over her baby brother, Kenneth and in an advisory positon with her other siblings. At the age of 20, The Russell family relocated to Chippingham.
Mother enrolled in The Dundas Civic Centre pursuing a course of study in Culinary Arts, Housekeeping and Waitressing. Needless to say, she excelled and graduated at the top of her class. She found employment as a housekeeper in Lyford Cay for many years. It was during this time that she reconnected with her childhood friend, John William Hall and after a few years of courting the happy couple enjoyed marital bliss. Though she had two sons prior to their courtship, Grampy as we called him was a loving father to his two sons, Phillip and Charles. Her prayers were answered when Phillip, her oldest son told her that she was going to be a grand Mother. She prepared excitedly for the arrival of her first grandchild and was filled with pure joy when Phyllis was born. Mother and Grampy soon became parents to Phyllis, taking her into their home when she was 9 months old. It was at this time that she made the decision to stop working so that she could invest in the rearing and nurturing of her baby girl. 9 months later she expanded her family by adopting her brother’s daughter, April who was 3 months old. 10 years later Mother once again added to her home by adopting her last son’s daughter, Tranessa at 1 month old. The Hall family was finally complete. The couple provided the best care ever for their girls, laying the foundation for them to become independent, God fearing, kind hearted, strong, industrious, compassionate girls. She demanded that they autographed their work with excellence and stamped it with God’s love and approval. Family worship was signaled by the early morning ringing of the bell and no one dared to complain or get up late. Friday evening vespers were a delight with Grampy bringing the word and Mother’s melodious voice ringing out in Soprano glory. Life was beautiful for the fivesome on their quaint farm on Carmichael Road. Mother’s entrepreneurial spirit found expression in her employment as a lunch vendor for many years at Carmichael Primary School. This was sheer delight for me and my friends. Her delicacies and savory dishes were anxiously awaited by students and staff. Mother’s kind hearted and generous spirit were daily seen when she gave students and staff lunches with insufficient funds or no funds at all. Grampy often said that she was giving away more than she made. But this was Mother. I am often reminded by students from Carmichael Primary during the 70’s of all the free food they received from Mrs. Hall. Mother’s Dorcas like personality was embedded in every fibre of her being. No one ever came to her house and left empty handed. Their brown bag with backed goodies or home grown delights were a testament to her belief that it was more blessed to give than to receive. This nature of kindness was the welcoming mat at Hall’s Petty Store, the convenience store that she and Grampy opened on Golden Isles Road. She made lifelong friends from customers who came into
the store with insufficient funds or no funds at all. They always left with a word of encouragement, free advice and counsel and a brown bag full of food. Our Matriarch loved singing, cooking, gardening, farming, fishing, travelling, nurturing others and of course giving advice. I told her constantly, you should have been a teacher. Not realizing at the time that the four walls of a classroom were too small to contain her wisdom. Mother’s Creed as I call them have been a comforting guide for us these last few weeks of her life. While vacationing in South Florida with Tranessa and her family, Mother fell ill and had to be taken to Broward Medical Health Centre. Her heart was failing her, but the courage of the warrior was daily displayed. She fought to the end. Her body was weak and frail but her mind was sharp and strong. As we watched her labored breathing become calm and peaceful we knew that the end was in sight. She gave her last sermon to a room full of family and friends in the Critical Care Unit on Friday, September 14th 2018. Though we came to visit and minister to her, Mother took over the Vesper Service and encouraged us to get ready for Christ’s return because she was ready. She reminded us about the importance of putting God first in all that we do and daily following His word. On Thursday, September 20th 2018, while in hospice care, Our heavenly Father laid his servant to rest. Though the presence of her light has been extinguished, the illumination of her spirit will forever shine in our hearts. Left to cherish her memories are: Mother’s Three Girls: Phyllis Woodside, (Nassau, Bahamas) April Parker Hall, (Atlanta Georgia), Tranessa Edwards, (South Florida); Grandchildren: Phyllis Woodside, Tranessa (Matt) Edwards, April Parker, Helen Denice, Charles “Chuckie”(Nicole), Carlene, Dominique, Colin, Samuel “Russ”, Justin, Jade, Czar & Czhen Beneby of South Florida, Franco, Sophia, Phillip “PJ”, Phillippa, Phillippe, Phillicia & Phillip “Cody”Woodside of Grand Bahama, Alexander & Denice Parker, Atlanta, Georgia; Great Grand children: Samuel, Tristen, Jacob, Elyssah, Brianna, India, Alisha, Byson, Micah, Peter, Shaquetta, Darnell, Layla, Evan, Aaron, Darian, Bryant, Shyanne, Summer, Stephany, Sean, Felisha, Sophie, Davonye, Sereno, Ambrose; Step Grand Children: Quinn (Mavis) Richardson, Lester & Cheryl Dorsett, Ricardo (Karen) Richardson: Colleen Richardson, Burleigh and Indianna Cooper, Meouchi Garland; Numerous other Step Great Grandchildren including Leslie, Lester Jr., LaChae, LaShaun, Ricardo, Karen Antoine, Antoinette and Ricardo Jr.; Daughters –in-law: Angela Beneby, Joann Woodside, Jacqueline
Richardson; Adopted Sons: Jerry Hepburn, Rodwell Dean, Jeffrey (Rasta) Dormeus, Roscoe Gibson, Akin Barr, Keith Major, Carlton Flowers, Pastor Danhugh Gordon, Zeandle Forbes, Kenvard Major; Mother’s Other Daughters: Olga Rashad, Keva Johnson, Sharon Brice, Andria Musgrove, Doreen Washington, Kim Minors, Marva Collins, Lyndale Lewis, Laurie Gibson, Pamela Rolle, Lashell Adderley, Patrice Williams=Gordon, Petrona & Delores Moncur, Donica Oliver, June Flowers, Charisee Neely, Vanria Gardiner, Lydia & Lydesha Gibson, Bridgette Barr, Kimiko Knowles, Darlene Fontus, (South Florida), Lorna Lewis, Lyndell Hanna; Extended Children: Tyrone and Corrina Neely, Ruth Walkes, Pastor & Sister Barr, Valderine Sweeting, Christine Cartwright, Bloniva Brown, Lorrane Reynolds, Arlington & Judy Woods, Ian & Kathy Antonio, Vanessa Novill; Numerous other Step Great Grandchildren including Leslie, Lester Jr., LaChae, LaShaun, Ricardo, Karen Antoine, Antoinette and Ricardo Jr.; “Special Siblings”: Jane Miller, Keith and Mable Mason, Ms. Muriel, Marjorie Adderley, Elizabeth Moses, Althea Neilly, Loretta Collins; Numerous Nieces & Nephews Including: Olga (Dr Munir Rashad), Kelly Russell, Elvis (Papa) Dean, Madeline Demeritte, Diane Bullard, Janet, Sandra Clarke, Charles, Darvin, Kenneth & Clint Russell, Sivongie Ruskin, Patricia Webster, Jason & Jeremy Russell of Florida; Sheila Knowles & Lucine Hall (Nassau, Bah), Andrew Hall, (Stockholm, Sweeden), Orman Moss (Eleuthera, Bah), Gary (Stacy) Wallace, Nichelle (Adrian) Delaney, Grace Flowers, Keva (King) Johnson; Artis (Anna) & Ted (Anne) Miller; Katie, Ariletta, Barry ( McKeeva) & Ian Miller, Cheryl Strachan, Noralyn Miller, Clyde Evans, Wenzel & Mike Sands, Veronica Minnis, Paula Russell, Chryslie Rolle; Numerous grand-nieces & grand-nephews Including: Clyde (Delrose) Rashad, Laurie (Dwayne) Gibson, Linda Anthony (Delores) Bullard, Minister Mario (Typhany) & Edison (Samantha) Clarke, Lemkul Clarke, Antenel, Patrice, Natasha & Charise Brice, Clint Edgecombe, Monique, Livingston Jr., Eldon, Carlton & Otis Bullard, Christal, Thea & Shonell Outten, Glen Pratt, Joseph & Jodie Rolle, Alexander, Michael & Mitchell Johnson, Antonio Bullard, Jada & Jody Rashad and other nieces & Nephews too numerous to list; Numerous Cousins Including: Pastor Alphonso & Tryphena Lewis, Dr. & Mrs. Joseph Evans, The family of the late Joseph and Clara Lewis,Pastor Melvin & Constance Lewis, Dr. Nigel & Lorna Lewis, Dr. Kirk & Lyndale Lewis, Jane Miller, Griffin Family , Marenette Evans, Teazel Bowe, Lillian Woodside, Sylvia Williams, Susan Russell, Betty Thompson, Mike, Duncan, Rex & Oneisa Russell, Ceva & Jakey Dean, Ceaseline Griffin, Alrick Russell, Milton Russell and family, Richard (Bobby) Russell of Hollywood Florida, Geneva Lewis & Family; Miami Florida, The family of the late: Joseph (Clara) Lewis, Maxwell & Mariletta Bethel, The Evans, Russell and Campbell families of Lowe Sound, Andros; Other Family & Friends: Patsy Rolle, Drexwell Rolle, Roston Lewis, Leo, Stephen (Serkeitha), Meadows, Stanley & Ruby Major, Fanette Albury and Family, Marjorie Adderley & Family, Randolph Smith, Kendal Curtis & Family, Dr. Carter, The family of the late Mildred Gordon, Lynden Gardener and Family, Evans & Russell Family and others too numerous to mention. SBC Women’s Ministries Committee, The Johnson Park & Ephesus (Parkgate) Seventh-day Adventist Church Families, Mt. Pisgah Seventh-day Adventist Church, Dr. Rolle and the staff of the Flamingo Gardens Clinic, Dr. Iganacio, Dr. Tserotophilous and the staff of the Lyford Cay Clinic, Staff of John Chea #8, The staff of Broward Medical Health Center and so many others who are extra special though not mentioned they will not feel forgotten. May Her Soul Rest in Peace
REFLECTIONS “Mother” “May the work that I’ve done speak for me.” I was raised by a strong black woman, who was deep in faith. A woman that would get me together by one simple stare. Her love was unconditional. Everything she did showed her love. She was the key component in my life that molded my character. I remember like yesterday the birth of my 3 children, she rushed to South Florida to be by my side to aide me in anyway possible way. Oh how she spoiled my kids and how she loved them so. She taught me how to be a mother and how to be resourceful. She always reminded me that my children were a gift from God and that I would need to return them to him one day. I will miss our candid moments, like introducing her to a selfie and she would say “what is a selfie”? I will miss sharing our Facebook videos of the raw fun we had. I will miss catering to her needs and making her feel like royalty. I understand her pain I heard her cries. I told her just recently I don’t want you to leave me, but I know you have go. I remembered at the hospital her last stare at me, her tiny eyes opened as wide as they could as if she said thank you and goodbye. I will miss her but pieces of mother’s legacy will always reside in me. I’m at peace because I know that she is awaiting God return. Sleep on mother take your rest, because I know that God knows best. Tranessa Beneby Hall Edwards Grand daughter
A golden heart stopped beating
Hard working hands are at rest. I can shed tears because you are gone Or I can smile because you’re rest I had a wonderful grandmother, And that’s the way it will always be. The words you spoke so wisely.. Have never been so clear. All the lessons that you taught me Still remain right here. I am left here wishing To hear your voice one last time, I know the pain will slowly leave, But your memories will stay, Your time with me and my kids was special, And it is often replayed. I thank you Grandma Hall for all the fun summers in Nassau and the funny conversations but leaving me with memories to mend my broken heart! Love Always and Forever, Carlene E. Beneby (Your Granddaughter)
If Roses Grow in Heaven By Dolores M. Garcia
If roses grow in heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for me, Place them in my Mother’s arms and tell her they’re from me. Tell her I love her and miss her, and when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile. Because remembering her is easy, I do it every day, but there’s an ache within my heart that will never go away. Love, your son Jerry
In my Rose Garden of memories
I see you standing there An angel in disguise Who taught me how to care I long to hear your voice for real not in my dreams I am missing you so much these days how empty my world seems People say time heals all wounds that someday the pain will subside But Grandma I can tell you I think they must have lied The emptiness I am feeling now is strong and I am weak These days go by without you so dreary and so bleak In my Rose Garden of memories I know you’ll always be for though you’re gone from this mortal world In my heart you’ll always be. Love, your grand daughter Dom, (words of Victoria L. Payne)
My Other Mother My first memory of Aunty Helen: I was a little girl running around the yard, my hair was always wild, bushy and curly; it never stayed flat. My Mother told me one day to go to Helen and see what Helen could do with your hair. I went. Aunty Helen shampooed my hair, got the curling iron, placed it on the stove and proceeded to straighten my hair. Every time she would finish curling one section of my hair, the other section that was straightened before would curl to its original state. Noticing this trend, Aunty Helen said to me, “Tell Mary not to send you back to me again, ‘cause I can’t do anything with this hair. I don’t know what we are gonna do with you.” The very first hat I wore to church at 10 or 11 years old was given to me by Aunty Helen. It was a beautiful, grey felt hat. I loved and cherished that hat, wearing it always made me feel special. I remember many times if Mother fussed too much, I would pack up my clothes and go and stay with Aunty Gussy and Aunty Helen for a week or two. Mother would eventually send someone to tell me it was time to come home. I have so many great memories of Aunty Helen; going places with her, siting and chatting with her. She would always give me advice on how to take care of and conduct myself as a young lady. When I was about to go off to school, Aunty Helen was there to give me guidance and advice that took me around the world. We’re never ‘gonna’ find another one like her. She would give you advice and if you didn’t listen or follow her counsel and thus suffered the consequences of your actions, she would say,” You’re too fool. I told you what to do and you didn’t do it, what you complaining about. She loved my Husband, sometimes it seemed more than she loved me. She would always send baked goods, soups, produce from her farm for us. No on one could bake potato bread like Aunty Helen. She made sure when I was having surgery that my husband had sufficient food to eat while I was in hospital. She came to the house with two baskets filled with food; chicken, fish, potato salad, everything that we needed for the 2 weeks that I was going to be incapacitated. This continued throughout my life. My travels to Carmichael Road in her cozy home will remain fond memories for me. My friends all wanted to meet my Aunty Helen, to see this angel that I was always talking about. I had 2 Mothers, Mary Miller and Helen Hall. I will always love her. My grandchildren, Jody and Jada recall Aunty Helen as a giving soul. They expressed that they will miss the happy times in her home; the soup, potato bread, and the labour of her hands. Dr. Munir, Olga, Clyde, Delrose, Jada & Jody Rashad.
A Tribute to Helen “Mother” Hall
My Aunt was like a Mother to me. Her hands were always open to me, her heart full of love and her words full of wisdom. I am saddened as I reflect on the fond memories and good times we shared together. I will love you today, always and forever. Kelly mae Russell
My cousin, Friend & Sister
Helen was such a gem and encourager. I never left her house with my hands empty; if it wasn’t something to eat, it was something to cook or to plant. I will miss my travelling buddy and confidante. Dorcas has gone home to be with the Lord. Helen’s weather predictions were better than the met office. She could have certainly been hired by the met office. Helen was also an astrologist. She always knew what the moon was doing; it was full, young, first quarter moon or whatever state it was in. This was then followed with direct instructions on when to plant the seeds she gave you. Helen was a gift and rare jewel – always looking after eveyone’s need. My Dorcas friend and sister; until we meet again. Jane Miller
Mother Mother this is how I called my friend. She was a very dear friend of mine. She was a very special lady to me and I’m going to miss her dearly. I am remembering now how we met. It was 14 years ago she called the store, (John Chea #8) where I worked asking for a packing boy needing to get a few items from the store and I recalled telling her to give me a few minutes and I would get to her. From then on, whatever she needed from the store, I would take take it to her. We would even sit and have long conversations, sometimes with me falling asleep on her couch. There were times when she would try to give me cash and I would say to her, Mother you aren’t working, why are you giving me money and she would just laugh at me. Even though I only knew her for a few short years, that was enough time for me to realize how amazing she was. I’m glad that I got to spend that time with her, and that I had the pleasure of knowing someone as sweet and as special as Mother. Jeffrey “Rasta” Dormeus – Your other son
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Mamma Hall No more sorrows No more pains and you are safe and snug in the arms of Jesus. I will always cherish the memories that I have of you. Never a dull moment. Your voice and your hearty laughter will always be remembered. You will be missed. You were a devoted christian and you kept your sabbath seriously; that day was only for the Lord, church and reading the Bible and memorizing Bible verses. The memories of the summers and occasional visits were always “lit” and full of jokes. So much so that we would laugh and hoot until we cried. You always used events and used them as teaching moments. I especially remembered time management, something that I practice always. You, would always say “when you have somewhere to go, leave home an hour early just in the event that something happens, you will always be able to fix it and still get where you need to be on time.” When you spoke, your favorite beginning was, “Ah Child”. When I visited you last, those were the words that you began with and we sat and listened to you as you gave us advice on the way that we ought to live and treat each other in this life. You always had kind words to send us off with. “Mother” you will be missed but the memories that I have of you will always keep me smiling. Rest in peace. Love always Coleen ‘Co’ Richardson
Auntie Helen I can truly attest to this scripture, as you have been
a tremendous Blessing to me. You where inspirational in molding me into the person I am today. You loved me unconditionally like your daughter, you sowed into my life. You’ve blessed my family and I beyond measures, with your scrumptious meals, exquisite outfits from your trips, your comforting hugs, gentle and loving kisses and your radiant smile. You always encourage and believed in me, you prayed for me and with me and quoted scriptures to give me reassurance whenever I’m feeling down. I thank God for blessing me with such an awesome aunt like you…you will forever be missed… Love you Auntie Helen Keva Johnson
Aunt Helen,
I will never forget all the time, Me, Mom, Dad, Shelly, Julie spent Christmases at your house. I love those times. You never would let us leave without giving us something to carry home for later. It could be native fruit, potato bread, or a present that you hid from everyone, just for me. Years later when I introduced you to my girlfriend, now my wife Stacy, you showed her love too. She enjoyed hearing your stories about the old JP Church and how you cooked for all the men when the church was being built. You not only cooked lunch, but you would make dessert too; Guava Duff and other tasty treats. We will miss you and never forget you. Our Beloved Aunt. Gary “Billy” Wallace- Nephew & Other Son Growing up, Junior and me looked forward to our yearly summer trips to Nassau. A staple of these trips was our visits to Mamma Hall. I remember the treks through that long dirt road and the many trees to Mamma’s house, where once inside, we were greeted with that warm smile, hugs and kisses. Mamma Hall was soft spoken and kind. Although we were not her biological great grandchildren, as we learned later, she nurtured and cared for us as her very own. Mamma Hall, we will never forget your words of wisdom, your voice, your smile, your love. Say hi to Pappa Woodie for me! I know you both are in a better place where sickness and disease are no more, and happiness abounds! Sleep in peace Mamma Hall! Lots of Love, Leslie D
Mother
Helen Hall was my father, Maxwell Bethell’s cousin. She and my mother, Marileeta Bethel had a special bond. We will miss seeing her smile and hearing her words of counsel and advice. She was a Mother to all whom she came in contact with. She was an encourager and a kind and loving soul. I admire her hard working nature and her courageous spirit. I will miss the times we spent talking about God and family. Mother, God has given you rest from all the pain and troubles of his life. Remember family and friends, God does all things for the best. Francis Bethel - Cousin
“Erry married man gat he own bone fish”. If Mama Hall saw Burleigh and me one hundred times in a day, she would remember our wedding day and said those words with an outburst of laughter, causing us to burst out laughing too. Before Burleigh and me got married however, for years it was summers at Carmichael Road where Co and me spent time with Mama Hall while growing up. For all of us who knew Mama Hall way back then, she had this long Cadillac, I think it was brown in color. It was this vehicle that she used to take us harvesting crops from the various fields. You named it and she had it in her fields. It was one day that we were driving to harvest our crops when a snake did the unthinkable - crawl across the road. W-e-l-l you know! Mama Hall stopped that Cadillac, put it in park, grabbed her cutlass and went a chopping. Did she kill the snake? I will let each of you who knew Helen Hall answer that question. But I will share this, she was always ready for a snake as her cutlass was in hand’s reach. It was that day she taught us never to roll over a snake while driving because it can get tangled in the car tire so the best thing, follow her example. Co has followed her example to the “T”, she lives with her cutlass hand ready and even in her dreams she stops what she is doing and chops those snakes and centipedes to pieces. Mama Hall also taught us about family values. At sun down when Sabbath began Sabbath meals had already been prepared. Had to have that peas and rice, fish and oh yes, don’t forget those properly fried plantains, they had to be fried just right. She was sweating as she prepared those meals, but that did not stop her. Mama Hall took us to Sabbath School and service. Once service ended, we visited Uncle, Aunt Doris, Aunt Vernice, and Aunt Issie. When we returned home, we gathered together again, went over the lessons in the quarterly and had meals together. That was fun and it also taught us about God. So happy with this experience that one summer after returning from Nassau, the excitement had built up so much that we were ready to become Adventists. That did not happen, but the lessons taught and learned remains today. As I started, I will end, “Erry married man gat he own bone fish”. Burleigh has his own bone fish and God has taken His child home from labor to rest. I thank God that Mama Hall’s relationship with Him will allow her to receive her eternal reward, as Jesus said, “I go to prepare a place for you then I will come back and receive you to myself that where I am there you will be always”. May Mama’s Hall soul rest in the arms of our Father who loves her far more than we can ever think or image. With love - Burleigh and Indiana Cooper
A Special Bond
MATRIARCH HELEN HALL – AN EVANGELIST AND PREACHER OF THE GOSPEL THROUGH WORDS AND DEEDS I first met Sister Hall sometime in 1968 when she was having a rush of breakings at her shop on Golden Isles Road. At the time I was an Officer-In-Charge of the Southern District which extended to about three quarters of the Island of New Providence. One of the striking things evident upon my visit was the prominent place on her shop’s counter that her Bible and reading material were to be found. My next meeting with Sister Helen would be in 1985 when she would and my wife, Mabel, were members of the delegation that attended the Church’s International Conference in New Orleans and since that time, these two women have been as close to each other as Christian fellowship and sincere friendship could allow. I was corralled, and to Helen for the last thirty-three years I became, “Daddy”. Together we attended several other Conferences and were always roomed with each other, gathering and sharing without let or hindrance. Up to the time that she decided to stop driving we would see her Cadillac pull up and that meant fellowship and happy chatter. ‘Mamma Hall’, as she was affectionately called was a genuine person whose fathomless kindness was experienced by many. During the years, we witnessed her raise grandchildren, Phyllis, Tranessa and April, and have on occasion met other grandchildren. As providence would have it – her husband, John; sons - Charles and Philip, pre-deceased a loving wife and mother, who by God’s grace and mercy, braced these losses. We remember at all times, Phyllis was at her side as a stabilizing influence for a woman who was both mother and grandmother. Her frequent visits to Florida with relatives, especially her relationship with Tranessa, gave her periods of refreshment and rest. A favorite saying for ‘Papa Sid’, a local restaurant owner, is “Bring Ya Bowl”. Well Mama Hall was the female Papa Sid, as she would often say to me, “Daddy” bring a pot for Mabel’s soup, but upon arrival, would be met with bread, tarts, johnny cake and other treats, and then she would look in the fridge to see what else was there to give. What an Evangelist and Preacher in her own way. Our children, Marisa, Keith, Allison and Kevin among countless others were the beneficiary of her love, kindness and missions of mercy. Her faith in God and her life-living, we believe prepared her to rest in her Lord and Saviour, until the day of His return to gather His children home. May her soul rest in peace! Keith and Mabel Mason and Family.
CHURCH FAMILY Helen and I shared the same Sabbath School class for years. Sitting on one end of the pew in which I sat was Clara Lewis and on the other end was Helen Hall. Both ladies and I go way back and have shared a close knit relationship. I look forward to that great resurrection day when we will reunite in Heaven’s Sabbath School Class. Until then sleep on. I love you Helen! Elizabeth Moses
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ister Helen Hall has been my spiritual mentor from 1978. She gave me advise, she prayer for me, loved me and encouraged me. She strengthen me aned my late husband, Pastor Browne during the three years we were at Johnson Park. The loving care she gave in words of encouragement and prayers will be a part of me for the rest of my life. God used her to help me to be what I am. To love him to love people and to minister to others. Lydia Browne & family
We are so thankful to God for allowing us to have been nur-
tured under the wings of such a loving and caring woman. It was always a pleasure to visit with her even though when it was time to leave it would be a fight. She always had a testimony to share. We will miss you and will cherish all we got from you. Admiral and Curline Forbes
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other meant so much to me and my family. She was a no nonsense woman, one who would not sacrifice the truth for anything or anyone. There was so much love in her you couldn’t help but reciprocate. If there was ever a woman who loved and praised the Lord always and in every conversation she was such a woman. Whenever we visited with her the hardest thing was to say goodbye. Thirty minutes after we would have said bye we would still be there talking and enjoying her company. We miss you so much and always will. We will see you in the morning as your soul continue to rest in peace. June, Nessa, Carlie and family Sister Hall: You were such an exemplary woman of God. Throughout the years you remained a genuine, caring, honest, hardworking, unselfish and beautiful Daughter of Zion, who always kept your main goal in sight: Heaven! We shared many splendid memories and bonding moments— singing, praying, and worshipping together in the same church pew, fellowshipping after service on Sabbaths, sharing fruits and plants, child-rearing tips, and teasing our daughters (Shelly and Phyllis) that they were the real ‘ole ladies’. Our friendship spanned over 45 years and you were like a blood sister to me. Your heart always remained loyal and pure towards me and my family. Not once did I doubt our mutual love, admiration and respect. You often reassured me that you were ready for whenever the Master shall come or call. So I grieve and say goodbye with the blessed hope of seeing my dear friend and sister in the earth made new! Love Always, Sister Marjorie Adderley & Family
Tribute to Helen Russell Hall knowing her all my life was a pleasure and a blessing whenever we got together she had something to tell me to help me see things from a different perspective. She was a humorous as well serious nature. I will miss her but she has run her race and God has granted her rest we may mourn but not as those without hope. May she rest I’m peace. Ruth Walkes
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nother one of God’s children cease to fight. God has called you Helen to rest. We share many a pleasant memories of the good old Johnson Park days. What a blessing you were to us. Sleep on and may God continue to bless your dear family!
Another one of God’s children cease to fight. God has called you Helen to rest. We share many a pleasant memories of the good old Johnson Park days. What a blessing you were to us. Sleep on and may God continue to bless your dear family! Stanley and Ruby Major Proverbs 31:10 Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.... Mother Hall as we affectionately called you, you became an integral part of our family. Tesia and Akin were like your grandchildren Then Bridget joined the family and became a part of you. Just how Akin got Sabbath treats the same was done to his children. Every year when I travelled to Houston you would send potato bread for Tesia and the boys. We the Barr family know your life was a blessing to us which we will always remember and cherish. Our hearts are indeed heavy but we have the assurance that if we remain faithful to the end; together we will celebrate in heaven where there will be no sickness or death. Take your rest, we love you but Jesus loves you best Your extended family, Howard and Pat, Tesia and the boys, Akin and Bridget and children. Pastor & Sister Barr and family
Stanley & Ruby Major MOTHER’S OTHER DAUGHTERS A Tribute to Mrs. Helen Hall- Mother Heaven needed an extra angel, so you were chosen. Gone are the days that we laughed at each other while we were sitting together. You left us too soon, but God does what He says He will do, He only takes the best. Your spirit, your soul, your amazing ability to give are still alive in the voices of how people are sharing of you; how you touched their lives. Mother you are basking in a better place while you wait for us. The Moncur Family Patrick & Petrona; Leroy & Delores
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h Helen you left without saying good bye. We are however, so thankful for the memories we hold so dear of the good times we shared. We love you dearly. Gone but won’t be forgotten. Amos and Olga Flowers
“Mother”, as she was affectionately called by all who knew her, was everyone’s mother. I became apart of her family because of Phyllis her granddaughter who was my best friend from high school. Because my family did not have a vehicle to pick me up from The College of The Bahamas from my night classes, Phyllis told me she would ask Mother. In no time I was going to Sabbath School and Divine Worship at Johnson Park Seventh Day Adventist Church. Mother said as long as I do not mind worshipping on Sabbath, I could stay as long as I wanted. For this I am most grateful because I really had no way of getting to those classes. Being in her household introduced me to family devotion and made me appreciate Christian values which have made me cope with life’s challenges to this day. Mother believed in faith in Jesus Christ and that was her encouragement to all she ministered to. She believed like the scriptures state that you can do all things through Christ who strengthens you. This was her mantra and this will stay with me forever. All of her stories centered around being strong in life with God’s help. The Johnson Park days with the Adderleys, The Miller, The Barrs, The Moncurs and Barry Saunders were all because of Mother. To this day, I have to remind persons that I know them from Johnson Park through Phyllis Woodside and Mother. Those were some of the best days of my life and I thank Mother for them. Mother’s love was infectious and was non-discriminatory. She loved everyone. Thank you Mother Lyndale Pinder-Lewis It was an airport encounter that made sister Hall “mother” to me. Even as I reflect on that day I’m thinking Mother would remember more details than me because of course her mind was sharper than mine! We both traveled to Florida and at the baggage carousel I helped her gather her luggage. Some how there was some miscommunication with her transportation from the airport. Someone was coming to collect her but we were not sure how to contact them. Well I told her “you’re Phylis’ mother so I’m going to stay here with you until you get straight”. How was I going to tell Phylis I left her mother in the airport. “Thank you darlin! oh that’s so nice of you darlin! I really appreciate it”... in that sweet, kind tone. Dialling 3615401 the voice on the other end would say “This Andria? hi darlin... how the children? how your husband?” Stopping by Mother’s house always took me back to my grandparents’ house in Crooked island. I can see her at the screen door on the porch directing me how to manoeuvre my big SUV out of the yard. Of course Mother’s hospitality and warmth meant I was always leaving with something in my hands. I was making a quick stop by Phyl and there was mother at the table shelling peas. Even though I was in a hurry Mother was her usual calm, sweet self, engaging me in conversation. With one hand on the door, about to walk out, she said “hold on let me put some of these peas in a bag for you”. It was the last time I saw her but her “Motherness” will remain with me always. Andria Musgrove
New Beginnings: Mother was a Ray of Sunshine to Everyone At a pivotal time in my life, I returned to the Bahamas, where I accepted a job assignment that afforded me the opportunity to work with two amazing women. Eager to start anew, I thought of myriad ways I would make the department better. Unbeknown to myself, I would be the one receiving a transformation, I was about to meet my God sent earth angel. During my tenure, Phyllis and I became more than friends, we became sisters. Our conversations, which were many, often centered on an extraordinary woman she affectionately referred to as Mother. I first met Mother while visiting her place of worship at Johnson Park SDA Church. Phyllis escorted me over to meet Mother, but before she could finish, Mother abruptly stopped her and said, “I know who that is, that’s Ollie”. She extended her arms, pulled me close and embraced me. From that moment, she accepted me as one of her own. For a long time, I wondered how Mother knew the strange lady Phyllis introduced to her was me, but it later dawned on me that it was probably the jewelry and makeup I wore. Mother was not fond of makeup. Monumental Milestones: Mother was Kind, Loving, Honest, Uplifting and Fearless Mother started every day with a prayer and devotion. I learned quickly that a prayer was said before every meal whether it be breakfast, lunch or dinner. Although mother was well into her seventies when I met her, she kept busy. At that age, she prepared all her meals, did her own laundry and tended to her garden daily. Many days, I was pleasantly surprised by the carefully packed lunches she made for us. Mother was always doing or giving. When asked where she got her strength and energy, she always responded, the Lord. I could sit and talk to Mother for hours about anything. When Phyllis eventually moved a short distance away, I occasionally met with her. Whenever I felt downtrodden or filled with dismay, I went to Mother. Once while visiting mother, I disclosed a negative experience my son and I encountered. She was visibly upset and said to me “Ollie, you have to fight!” And just in case I was confused about whether or not she meant figuratively or literally, she devised a step by step plan for me to follow. I always smile when I reflect on that conversation. Each time she saw Jevon (my son), she reminded him how special he was, how loved he was and how God had a divine purpose for him. She left an indelible impression on us. Mother was strong willed and exuded bravery. She loved her vintage Cadillac because she said it demanded respect. After having an accident one day, she told me that the young man thought she would stop because she was old. Mother insisted she had the right away and consequently had no intentions of stopping. She stood for what she believed. Lasting Memories: Mother is Unforgettable In her final hours mother fought to survive. Looking at her lying in the hospital bed, I was certain she would soon be well enough to be discharged from the hospital. She had done that so many times before. When she heard Jevon’s voice note, she shuffled a bit in her bed. We listened to gospel tunes playing in the background and when Yolanda Adams song, I’m Gonna Be Ready came on, I rewind and played it over and over again. Before leaving that evening, the nurse checked on her and while adjusting her blankets I noticed her feet were no longer swollen and she appeared calm and at peace. God was preparing her for her final journey. That was the last time we were together. I thank God he allowed me to sit with her one last time and even in her final hours, I realize she spoked to me. She used the words of the song to say to me Ollie, I am ready… are you? Mother I miss you; however I am forever grateful to you for leaving me a gem in Phyllis. Your other daughter - Donica Young Oliver
You raised me up so I can stand on mountains, You raised me up to walk on stormy seas, I am strong when I am on your shoulders, You raised me up to more than I can be, ~ Josh Groban ~
Tribute from Gordon/Neely Family Her hearty laugh, words of wisdom, delicious dinners, fellowship and most important, unconditional love are just a few of my memories of Mother. She welcomed me into her home and heart with open arms in 1991. Many Sabbaths were spent around her dining room table, feasting on physical and spiritual food. She was a friend, adviser, entertainer and most of all, mother to all the young people who entered her home. Mother became a friend of Sis. Gordon and by extension, a treasured friend of the entire Gordon/Neely family. She recently reminded the strapping teenage son of Fernella that he learned to walk in her house. Mother also took the time to show Cici how to “shell” pigeon peas. We shared in each other’s joys, celebrations and sorrow. Mother loved her Jesus and was always grateful for life. We thank God for the impact she had on our entire family and honor her for being a kind and loving daughter of God. We will meet you in the New Jerusalem by God’s grace! Mother, I will certainly treasure the many times that we chatted at length on the telephone whenever I called the house for Phyllis. Your soft and gentle voice reminded me so much about my mother. Your warm welcome at your birthday party last year made me feel right at home, I was so happy when you shared with me how much you loved my eucalyptus aromatherapy gift. You assured me that you would use it everyday. I was sadden when I learned about your illness and later your demise. I felt as if I was robbed of our lengthy chat time and of getting to know more about you - you were a strong woman of God. Sleep on dear Mother. May your soul Rest In Peace. Andrea C. Eve
I Remember “Mother” in a Happy Way… By Kimberley Minors I met Helen “Mother” Hall well over 30 years ago—when I was an Education Major at The College of The Bahamas with her granddaughter, Phyllis. And since Phyllis and I have remained close friends over the ensuing years, there is a lot for me to remember about Mother. I remember going by the house and often chatting with Mother. All of Phyllis’ friends were Mother’s friends as well. I remember Mother’s slow, deliberate way of speaking. In person, or on the phone, you didn’t rush Mother. I remember her often asking, “How you doing, darling? How is the family?” I remember her telling me what was paining or troubling her when I asked how she was doing, but she always let you know, “I alright”. Her telling of her aches and pains was not to complain, but just to say what was happening in her life. I remember the stories of what Phyllis or April or Tranessa were doing (or not doing) that she shared. I remember that Mother loved cooking in that kitchen, even when her leg was swollen, and she should have stayed off it. I remember the high chair placed in the kitchen so that Mother could continue to cook because she was too stubborn to keep off that leg. I remember that Mother was a giver, with a big heart. I remember over 16 years ago when my now husband, William, and I were dating. I remember calling Phyllis and telling her that I wanted to come by so that she and Mother could meet William. Phyllis probably assumed that I wanted her to meet my new boyfriend, but I really wanted Mother to meet him. I knew Mother had a discerning spirit, and it was important to me that she gave her sign-off on this budding relationship. So, we went to Mother’s that Sunday afternoon. William (who is a talker like Mother was) met and chatted with Mother and Phyllis. At the end of a lovely time of fellowship (was there any other kind with Mother?), we left. Within five minutes of leaving her home, Phyllis called me and said, “Mother said you better hurry and marry that man!” That was the confirmation I wanted to hear! Mother saw with spiritual eyes, and I depended on those eyes to see what I may not have been able to. Mother became dearer to me over the years, thanks to my dear friend, Phyllis, who patiently and unselfishly shared her “Mother” with me (thanks, Phyllis). Yes, I remember Mother in a happy way…
A Tribute to Mother Mother Helen Hall was love and laughter, she was a welcome embrace and witty conversation, she was joy personified. We had the pleasure of meeting Mother Hall and her family a little over 25 years ago, and we have been welcomed into her home from then to now. Many Sabbaths were spent in Mother’s home, at the table having yummy lunch and rousing conversation, with Sabbath closed out with vespers in the living room. When you came to Mother’s house, you were not a stranger and could feel free to roam as you please... that was just how Mother was. A phone call with Mother was also memorable, as you knew there was no quick chat with Mother! Be prepared to chat for awhile! But it was always a joy because at the end of the conversation, you were left encouraged and with a lifted spirit. Mother will be so missed by many, but her legacy lives on in the lives of her dear family and those she came in contact with throughout the years. We love you, Mother, thank you for everything. “But we remember now in love, your life from start to end, And we’re just glad we knew you, As Mother, and as Friend.” Unknown From Elder Althea Neilly, Tereza and Apryal
“Mother”,
As she was affectionately called by all who knew her,was everyone’s mother. I became apart of her family because of Phyllis her granddaughter who was my best friend from high school. Because my family did not have a vehicle to pick me up from The College of The Bahamas from my night classes, Phyllis told me she would ask Mother.In no time I was going to Sabbath at Johnson Park Seventh Day Adventist Church. Mother said as long as I do not mind going to Sabbath, I could stay as long as I wanted. For this I am most grateful because I really had no way of getting to those classes. Being in her household introduced me to family devotion and made me appreciate Christian values which have made me cope with life’s challenges to this day. Mother believed in faith in Jesus Christ and that was her encouragement to all she ministered to. She believed like the scriptures state that you can do all things through Christ who strengthens you. This was her mantra and this will stay with me forever. All of her stories centered around being strong in life with God’s help. The Johnson Park days with the Adderleys, The Miller, The Barrs, The Moncurs and Barry Saunders were all because of Mother. To this day, I have to remind persons that I know them from Johnson Park through Phyllis Woodside and Mother. Those were some of the best days of my life and I thank Mother for them.Mothers love was infectious and was non-discriminatory. She loved everyone. Thank you Mother Lyndale Pinder-Lewis
Mother,
I will certainly treasure the many times that we chatted at length on the telephone whenever I called the house for Phyllis. Your soft and gentle voice reminded me so much about my mother. Your warm welcome at your birthday party last year made me feel right at home, I was so happy when you shared with me how much you loved my eucalyptus aromatherapy gift. You assured me that you would use it everyday. I was sadden when I learned about your illness and later your demise. I felt as if I was robbed of our lengthy chat time and of getting to know more about you - you were a strong woman of God. Sleep on dear Mother. May your soul Rest In Peace. Andrea C. Eve
Mother’s Left Leg Tell me a story Make it true Some tale of me But mostly ‘bout you Of life and living Of caring and giving Tell me that story The way only you do. Patrice Williams-Gordon One of the many things mother did well was to tell stories; she had everything that made it just right. She had a memory like that of an elephant that stored with accuracy all the details of the simplest happenings. She also had the most exciting vocabulary that in turn made your imagination super active, and simultaneously used all your senses. When she was done, you had to struggle to remind yourself that in fact you were not actually present at the scene of the story many years before. Then her voice, gentle enough to massage your mind so you think of nothing else but the unfolding saga, but all the time undulating in tone, pitch and intensity to hold you captive until it was all over. There is no such thing as a brief visit with mother, being enchanted by her life tales was an inevitable treat. Allow me to transport you to the world of Mother in just four of the many stories which live in her body and soul. Today she told me about her left foot. Though a little pudgy from recent heart complications and fluid retention, mother had many stories literally inscribed on her left leg. ‘Soleful’ Wail The first story was inscribed on the sole of her foot when she was only six years old; a round dark scar marked the spot. Running around barefooted was not a sign of poverty but rather a fleeting childhood privilege. Children were fortunate to be one with the earth, toes unbridled by fancy shoes as they scampered across the spacious outdoors. Before today, danger never seemed to lie lurking on the familiar terrain but that was soon to change. The land was being cleared for planting new crops, shrubs and weeds were plucked up, the larger trees were chopped down and the wood burnt. Stumps that remained from the cut trees were burnt so as to prevent anyone tripping. Helen, the name mother was given at birth, made her way around the yard as she had done on countless occasions but this time with heightened excitement at the sight of a wider expanse of cleared yard. There were chickens to be chased and adults to amuse. Then cutting the stillness of the midmorning air was a shriek of panic, which soon became an inconsolable wail. Baby Helen had stepped on a smoldering tree stump that burnt through the tender skin on the sole of her left foot. Of course she doesn’t remember much more details of that unfortunate incident but that scare seals the trace remnants of memory and so begun the tales on mother’s left leg. Bloody Landing The second story was marked by an interesting semi circular scar etched on the inner side just above the instep, again on the left foot. Helen was growing up, she was now half way between her ninth and tenth birthday. With the perceived restrictions of ladylike demeanor looming a few years in the distance she relished the freedom that came with rambunctious playing and
climbing trees. Her favorite trees for climbing were sea grape trees with its relatively smooth bark and many low branches. With no thorns to encounter, swinging from branch to branch made her feel powerful and free; almost as if she was in charge of the world. On this fateful day, however her older sister, Doris, joined her for this climbing adventure. All went well for a while as the echoes of laughter that seemed to envelope the whole yard, marked the fun. Then without warning the peels of laughter was replaced firstly by, a loud thud followed by one groan, then another then a gasping scream for help. Of the many available sea grape trees, only one seemed to beckon the girls, of the numerous limbs that spread out from that sea grape tree only one held inescapable allure. Doris had chosen the very same tree and the very same limb that Helen had chosen, a limb that chose not to support both their weights; it snapped and they both came crashing down. There were no broken bones but wait, there was blood and more blood! The deceptious carpet of leaves beneath the tree had concealed the top of a broken Coco Cola bottle, which sliced through Helens foot and remained stuck there. This was no ordinary cut and necessitated a visit to the Royal Air Force medical station. There was triple fear resident in little Helens heart, she was afraid of the uniformed gentlemen, she was afraid of the doctor with his strange tools and she was afraid of pain. Whatever transpired passed as a blur amid all that fear, but again, there left behind as if to autograph the end of yet another story was an indelible reminder, another mark on Mother’s left leg. The Day The Dogs Dug In Many years passed, with other interesting occurrences but not inscribed on mothers left leg. There were marks on her hands, on her head, on her right leg but the left leg seemed to have been on retirement for a little over twenty years. Helen was now a grown woman with responsibilities of her own. Her legs had by now rocked several babies to sleep, they had taken her down the aisle to meet the debonair John William Hall, they had stood for hours as she worked to keep the family business going and they made many a mini skirts the talk of the town. Then one afternoon in June, as she rode her bicycle to attend to business a little distance from home, a new tale was written. The noonday sun was warm enough to make you break a sweat but the light, crisp summer breeze kept the heat at bay. Riding, the most common mode of commute, offered the additional advantage of exercise and so many young ladies embraced the invitation for toned and sexy legs. Helen was lost in thought as she casually rode down the dirt path that joined her community to the next. With the wind playfully teasing her hair she smiled as an idle butterfly interrupted her daydream. The silence of the afternoon was suddenly broken by sharp barking. At first, it sounded like idle dogs in search of attention, but their incessant barking seemed not to fade as she rode on her way. In fact it seemed to be following her and not at a comfortable distant either. Now she not only heard the barks but she could hear panting between the barks; this seemed serious, they were gaining on her. Before she had time to look around, she could feel the hot air, from their exaggerated breathing, on her heels. Her palms grew wet and her knees felt fluid, her heart raced as she pedaled like never before. She did not have to look back now to see the ravenous canine; they had just about surrounded her. Until today nobody knows whether, it was the dogs that actually charged into the bicycle causing it to overturn, or it was panic resulting in loss of balance. One thing is for sure, Helen not only fell to the ground, bruising her body all over but she received an indelible keepsake, again on her left leg. On the upper side of her left leg a few inches from the ankle, sits the whole story “The Day the Dogs Dug In�. A Scar for Life The final story to date is somewhat different from all the others. This was no accident, it was deliberate, it was not against
her will it was voluntary, this was not outdoors but behind heavy steel doors this time it did not threaten to take her life but rather to restore it. After years of hard work and compromised health, mother complained of not feeling her best; in fact she had suffered a stroke. Myriads of medical investigations revealed that Helen’s heart was failing, she would need to do an evasive heart surgery. No time, effort or resources were spared to get her the best medical attention possible. This was indeed a long and formidable trip, from the tranquil island of New Providence Bahamas to the chaotic yet technologically advanced country of North America. Her granddaughter Phyllis stayed by her side as far as was possible, she could not however go beyond those heavy steel doors which led into the operating theatre. It was there that her latest story was penned or do I say cut! Way up, from the soft of her left groin all the way down to the middle of her shin the scar remains to tell the tale, of the vein that was removed to preserve her life. She now laughs at the fact that the scar is more obvious where it is not readily seen (above her knee) and neatly disguised by a mole on her shin. A Left Leg Speaks to Heart Time had moved on and Helen kept going. A little slower on the feet but just as quick on her wit. She celebrated each birthday with friends, family, great food and ice cream. The intrigue of her stories mellowed with time and led to her being added to the National Archives of the Bahamas by a fascinated university student, Ashli Olivia, her Jamaican ‘Grand-daughter’. Swollen from years of circulatory distress, both legs had been a constant source of discomfort. They pooled fluids in the ankles that were now barely distinguishable and the top of each foot bore an uncanny resemblance to nicely raised loaves of bread ready to be baked. Yesterday she laid resting in in the palpable calm that accompanied Hospice tranquility. It has now been two weeks since her heart wrestled the slow flowing blood from blocked arteries. This same heart that had been rescued seventeen years ago by the vein from her left leg and now cried out yet again, “help me!” But the left leg was now tired. Her left leg seemed to have whispered to her struggling heart, “Hey, relax ! I can feel it now, we are almost there. I am touching the Banks of River Jordon, soon to cross over”. For the first time in years Phyllis saw her feet beautifully slender with toes elegantly elongated and ankles dimpled beneath a sexy concave curve. Her breathing had slowed yet she snuggled in the fetal position, assuming a comfortable posture that days before had been rendered impossible by ICU tubes and cables. A few hours later left leg seemed to have said, “Heart, let’s go! We are home.” Helen smiled and truly relaxed, she fell asleep. The Real Story As I listened to mother recapture the causalities of her left leg, I did not hear the whimpering voice of a victim but rather the celebrations of a victor, she didn’t struggle with a sense of pity but basked in radiant pride, I didn’t hear the hallow echo of regret but rather the pulsating rhythm of a life lived without hesitation. I am inspired to embrace my own scrapes and scars as the defining marks of my unique experience, capturing in color the journey of my own life so that I too can recount in years to come the road I traveled. To some it may be a passing statement but Helen Hall knew the meaning “to cost an arm and a leg” if only but a left leg! A lifetime of experiences, marked by flesh and blood, all on mother’s left leg. Copyright Patrice Williams-Gordon revised 2018
REFLECTIONS Helen A. Hall “Mother”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes. Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time. Having no biological daughters of her own, Mother always wanted to have more children. So when her oldest son told her that she was going to be a grandmother, she saw her opportunity and seized it. At 9 months old, Mother and Grampy brought me home. I enjoyed the status of being the first grandchild and first child of my parents, Phillip Woodside and Beverly Major. Life was beautiful. Soon after taking me in, Mother once again seized the opportunity to add to her nest by adopting her brother’s child, April and a decade later her youngest son’s daughter, Tranessa joined the fold. Our home was a beehive of activity. Life through our quaint, sparsely populated corner offered the freedom of relaxed outdoor fun. Playing Marbles, Hopscotch, riding our bicycles, tree climbing, Hide and Seek, Bat and Ball, Doll house fun with a ton of kittens and happy German Shepherds were the order of the day. A loving, protective, nurturing, and yes, disciplined environment were the foundation of my upbringing. I remember early in primary school being dismayed and a bit sorry for my friends who had to live with their parents. I truly thought my existence was the way Life should be. Mother was the ultimate caregiver, nurturer, and provider. Being a ‘picky’ eater as a child, I recall numerous times when Mother would prepare something different for me because I didn’t want what she had prepared for the evening meal. And again, I thought this was the norm. Birthdays were special events. The cake, scrumptious food, homemade desserts, new dresses, gifts and family coupled with country music and youthful laughter and dance echoed throughout our special day. Mother made life special for me, for us. Sabbath meals in our home were quite the event. It wasn’t strange to find tons of people in our home after church on Sabbath with Mother in all her glory serving and giving me instructions for the elaborate fare. I admired this lady who could prepare for 25 persons regularly for Sabbath meals; relishing in the joy that her guests were well fed and had enough to take home as well. Storytelling was in her blood. She recalled on various times stories told to her by her father, Nehemiah Russell. She was a daddy’s girl. Her father was truly her hero. She described his tall, stately, strong stature as if he were a real life superman. She told us repeatedly how well Papa took care of and provided for his family by fishing and farming to ensure that their cupboards were always full. I believe she immensely enjoyed the status of being the last child and baby girl. I travelled back in time with her when she recounted the warm tea, hot Johnny cake and fresh fried fish that Papa made for them as children. Papa’s hardworking manner, culinary excellence and protective traits were indeed embedded in her DNA. From all accounts, Mama was the disciplinarian and home maker with exceptional sewing skills. I am often amazed and awe struck that this dynamo of a lady was my grandmother. I recall the story of Mother and Grampy driving through Golden Isles Road decades ago when Mother demanded that Grampy stopped the car. Coiled up in the middle of the road was an enormous snake seemingly resting from the Summer heat. Mother jumped out of the car, grabbed her machete and proceeded to decapitate the offending creature. Who does this? This fearless nature was always present in our home.
As fearless and courageous as she was, her heart of gold and generous nature were her crowning glory. Mother would give a total stranger her last. One never entered our home without leaving with a brown bag packed with homemade goodies, crop from her farm, an array of seedlings to plant and a pocketful of motherly advice and wise counsel. She truly believed that it was more blessed to give than to receive. Mother’s strength when she faced the death of her parents, her husband, both of her sons, and siblings were remarkably astounding. While I was visibly shaken and emotionally moved during those times, she would look at me and say; “Phyllis you need to be strong.” It is those words that I remember and those admonitions that I cling to now. Her strength was unshakeable, even to the end of her life. I admire the woman who mothered me, who became a mother to all of my friends. I admire this force of nature who was not afraid of anything or anyone; I admire this Dorcas who packed my lunch and also packed lunch for a student of mine for an entire year after learning that his Mother had died. She was a remarkable woman. Though the impressions of her footprints have longed been erased from the earth, she has left indelible footprints on the creases of my heart. 23 years ago Grampy asked me while lying on his death bed to take care of Mother, decades later I can say, “Grampy I kept my promise.” Your daughter –Phyllis A. Woodside
Acknowledgements (In the words of Helen Steiner Rice)
(‘People everywhere in life, from every walk of life, have given us so many things intangible and dear. We couldn’t begin to count them all or even make them clear. We only know we owe so much to people everywhere.’) Words cannot begin to express our gratitude to you. Your acts of kindness caring, phone calls, WhatsApp Inspiration, visits, gifts and prayers uplifted and comforted us. Our sorrow is easier to bear because of God’s Love and Care and the help of people like you. May God Bless You. The Family Pall Bearers
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Jeremy A. Russell Clint Russell Jr. Rodwell B. Dean Charles E. Beneby Colin Beneby Justin Beneby Russell Beneby Matthew Edwards Jeffrey Dormeus
Alex Parker Ted Miller Randolph Smith Pastor Amos Flowers Elder Barry Saunders Leroy Moncur King Johnson Dr. Munir Rashad Kendal Curtis Ted Miller
Keith Mason Sr Arlington Woods Elder Stanley A. Major Pastor Howard Barr Patrick Moncur Zendall Forbes Akin Barr Clyde Rashad Elder Rufus Johnson
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