Heart Hope by Olga

My beautiful Sally on the day of my wedding I went to see The Help last night, so you will be reading about it on my blog for the next couple of days. It brought back memories—some good and some not so good. I grew up in Jackson, Mississippi in the exact time period of the book/movie. Sally was our “help.”  She was exactly the same age as my mother and they were very close…in fact today my mother admitted that they were like sisters. They laughed together, they cried together and they shared their faith together through their long conversations.  Sally was a vital part of our family and I believe that I would have been an entirely different person if she had not been a part of my life. She came to work for my family in December of 1951 just a few days after my sister Ginny was born. She was there when I was born. She was there when I started kindergarten. She cried with us when my grandmother died. She was present during my month long hospital stay. She went with me t...