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The Sidney Daily News, Sidney, Ohio April 7, 1997 Helen T. Dillion, 92, formerly of 195 Mercury Court, died Friday, April 4, 1997, at 11:58 a.m. at the Delphos Memorial Nursing Home. She was born May 2, 1905, in New Bremen, daughter of Emil C. and Minnie E. (Fritz) Brandt. On March 17, 1925, she was married to Fred Dillion in Columbus. He died June 14, 1969. She is survived by two sons, James A. of Findlay, and Don F. of Indianapolis, Indiana; five grandchildren and 10 great-grandchildren; and a sister, Esther K. Brandt of Delphos. A brother and a sister preceded her in death. Mrs. Dillion became a victim of polio in 1930 and spent several years at the National Foundation for Infantile Paralysis in Warm Springs, Georgia. Because of this illness, she was forced to use braces and crutches and was in a wheelchair throughout her life. She was a homemaker and member of Grace Baptist Church. Graveside services will be held Thursday at 3:00 p.m. at the German Protestant Cemetery, Ohio 66 and Lock Two Road, New Bremen. The Reverend James A. Alter will officiate. Friends may call at the Cromes Funeral Home Thursday from 1:30 to 2:30 p.m. Memorials may be made to Grace Baptist Church or the Easter Seals Foundation. Ode to Mothers (Read at the Graveside Services of Helen T. Dillion) The greatest battle that ever was fought - Shall I tell you where and when? On the maps of the world you will find it not; It was fought by the mothers of men. Nay not with cannon and battle shot With sword or nobler pen; Nay not with eloquent words or thought From the wonderful minds of men. But deep in a walled-up woman's heart A woman who could not yield; But bravely, bore her part; Lo! there is the battlefield. No marshaling troops, no bivouac song, No banners to gleam and wave; But, oh! these battles, they last so long - From babyhood to the grave! Yet faithful still as a bridge of stars She fights in her walled-up town; Fights on, and on, in her endless wars; Then silent, unseen goes down! Ho! ye with banners and battle shot With soldiers to shout and praise, I tell you the kingliest victories fought Are fought in these silent ways. Oh, spotless woman, in a world of shame With splendid and silent scorn, Thou has returned to God pure as you came, The queenliest warrior born. - Joaquin Miller 
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