Writing Helen's Story

I am currently working on the life story of a woman named Helen. She was born in 1916. Yes, she is deceased. I am writing her story from a collection of over 100 audio cassette tapes--and I don't have a transcription machine. If anyone wants to donate one to the cause, please feel free!

Helen has a fascinating story. Among many other things, she remembered the end of World War I. She was only three years old. Here's her experience:

The second thing I am sure I remember is the end of World War I, on November 11, 1918. When the news came church bells rang and whistles blew. That evening, the whole town gathered together at Post Office Square to burn the Kaiser in effigy. Dad woke me up and we all went in the buggy. When we got near, it was a real mob. Dad drove as far as he could, then he left Mother to hold the horse and took us on into the crowd. Dad put me on his shoulders, straddling his neck so that I could see well. He held onto my feet and I held onto his head. I usually loved to ride that way. I could still recall the sea of faces and the yelling and jostling. I did not like it. I was frightened and clung to Dad’s head for dear life.

Suddenly, everyone was yelling and pointing up. [Their arms] looked like a sea of snake’s heads to me. I looked up to see a man, high up in the air, blazing like a torch. As I stared in horror, the rope which held him burned through and the flaming thing fell straight down toward us. Everyone tried to get out of the way, including my dad. I was terrified. I screamed and wet down the back of his neck. Then I was more scared than ever, for I expected to be spanked for something I couldn’t help.

Dad lifted me down and carried me at arm’s length, through the crowd, back to where Mother was sitting in the buggy. He handed me to her, saying angrily, “Here, take your brat,” and plunged back into the crowd. Mother wrapped a blanket around me and held me on her lap. She said, “Serves him right for taking a little girl into a place like that.” I heard her say, “All men are animals when it comes to a war.” Then I fell asleep.