Árdís - 01.01.1954, Síða 19

Ársrit Bandalags lúterskra kvenna
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Helen Swinburne
Once in a long while one makes
the acquaintance of someone who
makes a deep and lasting impres-
sion. Such meetings are rare and
always worthwhile.
When my friend and I ap-
proached the neat small home of
her relatives in Calgary that hot
Sunday afternoon I was prepared
to spend a few minutes making a
few pleasant contributions to the
conversation such as is required
when one makes a call.
But from the moment the door
was opened by a lady with the
brightest eyes imaginable, I was
completely fascinated. Here was
a person of rare charm and a voice
which was a delight to listen to.
She introduced me to her mother who put me in mind of a Dresden
figurine and now I was simply captivated
The atmosphere of happiness and friendliness filled the small
room where we visited. Some time after our arrival we were joined
by a gentleman of soft voice and gentle manner. Our call came to
an end all too soon, but we had made arrangements to lunch the
following day with Helen M. Lloyd. This prospect filled me with
pleasure as I wished to become better acquainted with this charm-
ing lady who paints, writes poetry and prose and whose life story
reads like a fairy tale. She graciously consented to telling me her
life story which I take great pleasure in relaying in her own words.
I feel sure that when the readers have read this autobiography
and the accompanying poems they too will feel the unique per-
sonality of the writer and will understand why the sunny Sunday
afternoon will always remain a memorable one.
I. S. B.