Abbeville
She was an independent woman, a witty and caring soul and had lived in the Abbeville for so long that she was thought of as “one” with her home. Stories abound … like the day she was in a hurry, but needed to stop at the bank. Due to an unavailable parking space, she left her car in the middle of the road. A new policeman, not knowing the “dos” and “don’ts” of the small southern town, was stopped in the nick of time from writing her a ticket. The bank president, walking Miss Helen to her car, explained, “she lives in the Abbeville.”
