Together they built a beautiful two story three bedroom home. They cut the trees, traded trees for the cutting for lumber. Working they built a home that is standing today, but of course it is no longer in the woods. The town has grown around it.
(Background is Helen (The daughter in law) foreground is Ruth at our 50th anniversary)
But, when I drive by there, I can still remember as a boy of 6-7 yrs old, the two rut road running out to the house in the woods. I am sure it was their love nest. At the time they already had one boy. Howard was more like a brother than a nephew. We played together when I would go stay all summer with Ruth’s family. She was a pioneer cook. She could make a meal out of about nothing, and it was always delicious. She had never seen a pizza. Her sons told her about them, and she made them.
She is blessed with a beautiful daughter in law who visits three times a week, and takes care of any and everything she needs. It was good to see Ruth. Shirl and I were late children (mistakes? Nah), so My brother was just about old enough to be my daddy. So Ruth was like a mama. She treated me and her sons the same. She said today that I ran off a lot, I probably did.
WE see old folk and we never know what that old woman (or old man) has done in their lives. To us they are just old people. But at one time that was someone’s dearly loved son or daughter, mother or father or grandparent.
But plain folks, Scientists, Doctors, politicians, preachers, welders, farmers, ranchers, etc. all get old if they live long enough. (Don’t we?)
Some people try to turn back their odometers.. Not me, I want people to know "why" I look this way. I've traveled a long way and some of the roads weren't paved.