Helen Trueblood

It is with a heavy heart that I must report that our good Friend Helen Trublood has passed on yesterday May 30 durning surgery for a Pase Maker Insertion. Helen is the last of the individuals responsible for the success and continuation of the Indiana Daffodil Society. Nationally she was known by many for her dedication to ADS and the promotion of Daffodils.  She was generous with her time, knowledge and bulbs. She will not only be miss by us but by all the plant, garden clubs and her Church.  Helen wish was not to have any memorial services. There will be additonal information as it becomes available

Joe Hamm

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5 comments for “Helen Trueblood

  1. I always loved and admired the Silver Fox. So many stories and memories of her! I’m very saddened. I hope she is now square dancing with Vernon.

    Jaydee Atkins Ager
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  2. Helen Trueblood was so easy to love and admire.

    Whenever I attended her daffodil show in Leota, I would see my first Eastern Bluebird of the season, usually on the way to her outhouse in back of the barn.  I will always remember Helen with a smile and as ‘a Bluebird of Happiness’ .

    She was feisty, fun, tenacious and adventurous – qualities easily admired by young women.  The ADS has been fortunate to have had some of this type female – thinking of Peggy Macneale and Eve Robertson and Dotty Sable and now Helen.  I miss them all.

  3. I never met Helen Trueblood,  but I have so much respect for her legend.  Her influence was felt all the way to the Atlantic Ocean.  ADS was fortunate to have her.

     

    clay

  4. Helen was a dear, sweet lady, and I don’t think I ever heard her say a bad word about anyone in the 40 or more years I knew her.  She was lots of fun, made amazing recovery after either knee or hip replacement surgery.  Never let anything slow her down.  It was a privilege to have known her, and I, too, hope she’s square dancing with Vernon now.

    Mary Lou

  5. Haven’t been on here to learn about Helen until now; how I loved that women, what a spirit she had, always called her a “dirty old woman” as she delighted in pinching my derrière every time we met. While she was hugging me of course. The stories she could tell, always so upbeat and witty. I have to agree with Linda Wallpe we have lost some great legends, “they just don’t make ’em like that anymore”.  So happy I was able to call her friend!

    Phyllis Hess

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