In today’s world where social media is everywhere and in your face all the time, I often turn and look the other way. But on this day I couldn’t turn away when I saw that a dear lady I knew a long time ago had passed away — Helen Wren.

When I first moved to Destin in 1984 and started at The Destin Log, Ms. Helen wrote a fishing column for The Log.

I can remember going down to the docks with her and learning about the boats and who was who.

I already knew some about fishing, seeing how I grew up river fishing in my hometown of Wewahitchka. But I soon found out that Gulf fishing, or rather deep sea fishing, was a bit different.

She showed me around, taught me how to identify some of the fish.

I used to get the biggest kick out of how she could identify whose boat was coming through the jetties. All she had to do was see the top of the boat or something … I’m still not sure how she did it, but she got it right every time.

Anyhow, she later stepped away from The Log and after a couple of years on the job I picked up the fishing column and renamed it the Fish Flash.

Ms. Helen still lived in Destin and was very much involved with the fishing community and the Destin Fishing Rodeo. As a matter of fact, she was the Rodeo secretary when Hurricane Opal barreled through in 1995. It was not long after that she and her husband Capt. Elmo Wren decided to move eastward to Carrabelle.

Although they have been gone for a couple of decades, I have often thought about Ms. Helen and was thankful for all she shared with me.

A couple of months ago, when doing a series of stories looking back at the Rodeo through the decades, I got the chance to talk with Helen. She seemed to be happy and very jovial. We talked about the days of the Rodeo and how Destin has grown since they left. But most of all I remember it was just good to talk to her and hear her voice. We laughed.

She may be gone, but she’ll be remembered by this girl from Wewa.