Comments on: Helen Napalit

By: wilfredo B.villen "willie"

wilfredo B.villen "willie" — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 03:52:29 +0000

Yes please send cell # of Mommy Helen Napalit Arante for I want to talk to her. I’ve been her preacher in her ministry last 2003-2005. I am now here in Manila and had no contacts of her status right now. I missed her and times of being there with the Biliranon folks. here is my cell # 09196038585. tnx and God bless you!!!!

By: admin

admin — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 18:36:12 +0000

Yes, she is still alive and she’s living right now in Biliran, Biliran Prov. She has a cell which I have a contact which I can give to you on email if you wish. So you can personally talk to her. Just let me know if you want it. I am in facebook as Algieros Arante.

By: JOSSIE VERO GREEN

JOSSIE VERO GREEN — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 02:50:33 +0000

I would like to know if Nang Helen is still alive. I’m the daughter of the late Dogoy and Inday Vero. Your grandparents are good friends of my family. I think my cousin, Ruth, is her godchild. Please let me know and give my love to her. She knows by Baby.

By: Junel Arante

Junel Arante — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 18:06:50 +0000

One of my favorite memories of Lola Helen from my childhood happened one afternoon when I was young. This was during my attendance at St. Joseph’s School in one of the elementary grades. It was the end of the school day and I was at school waiting to be picked up to go home as usual, bored by the waiting and not really sure who or how soon I would eventually be collected. I was standing at the top of a stairwell from which I could see over the school gate and into the courtyard plaza of the adjoining church next to the school. There I was, waiting aimlessly when my vision suddenly catches some kid prancing towards the school gate like a giddy monkey with what seemed to be a bag full of toys. It did not take me long to recognize that this was my younger brother, and following closely behind him was Lola Helen. Naturally, I was full of bewildered joy and just about sprinted to meet them to join my brother’s symian celebratory leaping. Evidently, Lola Helen was picking me up that day and made a quick detour with my younger brother (who at the time was still too young for school) to one of the stalls that sold toys where she decided to buy a bagfull for me and my brother.
That is how I often think of her, I suppose; a doting grandmother who could not but indulge her grandchildren, who in turn could not help but love her dearly. A grandmother who, on one afternoon that promised to be ordinary, brought surprised jubilation to me and my brother with the help of a few toys. Right out of the blue.