Helen Yarrow

I remember a Helen Yarrow from junior high. She was a pretty blond, blue-eyed girl who wore her hair like what I thought a Swedish princess might wear hers: in heavy thick braids wrapped around her head. 

I enjoyed her friendship during the seventh grade but she moved during the summer. She played the cello and was quite good at it. 

For years, I have thought I owed her an apology for one of those childhood quarrels at the end of the school year. I might not have worried about it, off and on, over the years if I had had a chance to make it up to her the next year. However, by then she had moved on. I think her parents were divorced and that she and her mother came to Price because that was where her mother found a job. She told me that she had once had more money and was able to take private lessons. 

At any rate, I just wondered if I was the only person who remembered her. It was sad, because I think I may have been her only friend and then I lost my temper, easy for me to do back then. It was all boy-related and stupid. She thought that the boy she really liked at school, who probably didn't even know she was alive, paid attention to me because we were in the same ward. Big deal. He acknowledged that I was alive but barely. (I don't know what happened to him either.) My grandmother would have had my hide if I really had a boyfriend because I was way younger than age 16. At any rate, I told her that I did not want to be friends with someone who would think so badly of me and we all went home for the summer only she did not come back. 

I would like to know what happened to her and if she has had a happy life. I would write and tell her that I was sorry that I was a dumb kid but I have no idea how to go about that.

Myrna wrote to Saundra: I thought, after I had asked if you remembered Helen Yarroll from Jr. High, what I nut I was being. You didn't go to Price Jr. High. :) 

Saundra wrote: In the book from the last reunion, there are e-mail addresses for some of the girls who attended Price Jr. High. Some of them might remember Helen Yarroll