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Grama Ruby

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S: Ruby Rumble

FC: Ruby Rumble | Photos, Memories and Poems

1: Grandma Ruby's 89th Birthday Party

2: Earth scattered throughout the space Loving things, still things, thrive on it's face. Some gaining no knowledge, low and base Other's seeking God's good grace. A mother's love lasts so long, Reaching back home though she is gone Memories linger of her lovely smile Her tenderness and willingness to go the extra mile, Her love of the beauty of tree and flower, Her trust in God's divine power. Though she is gone her memory lingers on, Like a rock cast into a pond, The rock sinks away but the ripples will stay Taking things as they go, casting them to and fro, Leaving their mark where e're they go And so it was with mother's love As a little touch from God alone Reaching out to pray for those astray Leaving memories with her friends today. No -- she is not gone. She's just away A tiny voice from heaven sent Saying "All is well with mother dear. Prepare to meet her over here." Just one step from earth to Heaven... Where cares and loneliness disappear, Along with all the fears of yesteryear. A mother's love is never lost, Tis' too precious a thing to count the cost. God sees even the lowly sparrows fall, So we know he watches over us all. As we honor mother on this her day God's message comes clear as we hear Him say, "Lo, I am with you always, Even to the end of the way." | A Mother's Love

3: "And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.” ~Abraham Lincoln

4: Grandma Ruby at Andrea and Matt's Wedding

6: “Other things may change us, but we start and end with family” ~Anthony Brandt

8: Springtime Is A' Comin' | Swinging thru the winter Slipping in the snow Springtime is a' comin My heart tells me so. The earth is baren in winter Or white with snow and ice Springtime is a' comin Oh! How very nice. My heart will be a; croonin' A carpet of grass will cover the earth, My springtime is a' comin The fire will die on the hearth. | Redbuds make a statement in the sunset Above the velvet of the purple violet, Dogwood flowering in the woodland Mushrooms wait for the frying pan. The woods are quiet and at peace A time to forget the world if you please Jack in the pulpit hugging the earth Beautiful flowers struggling for birth The springtime beauty makes me want to sieze, All it's beauty in a giant squeeze Friends, I'm not a' funnin' God's springtime is a' comin

14: Our most treasured family heirlooms are our sweet family memories.

16: Every now and then as the years go by, I long to see the old home place before I die. Then years and years of memory unfurl And I go back to the time when I was a girl With a bashful grin and a golden curl. The old orange school bus stops at my door, And I jump out with books I deplore To think of books for a while no more, For I have many strange nooks and crannies to explore. I don my old brown slacks and run out the door, Down through the pasture where there's treasure galore. The bees in the air buzz free from all care - But I have to be careful lest they get in my hair. The wind rustles through the dry corn sheaths The willow trees swing and sway in the breeze And I'm free until supper to do as I please. I slow down as I come near a sandy mound And walk real slow and watch the ground - Lo! what's this I have found? Could there be Indians lurking around? Cause this gray rock's an Indian flint, sure as I'm bound! I stop, look, and listen for a single sound, Not a thing in sight but Bozo, my old spotted hound. Not a single noise but a cow bell's clang - But what's that bell that just now rang? Could that mean supper's ready, Bozo, old man? Before I've explored all this land? I climb the fence and wade through the cat-tailed swamp Where I can listen to the old shallow oil well pump With it's old familiar squeak and bump, Sending a rainbow of colors all through the swamp. Now I will visit just one more place, 'Tis like a field of yellow lace - For golden rod grows all over the place. I pick for myself a big arm load Then go back home to my abode And eat all the supper my tummy will hold. Now can't you a glimpse of my childhood at the old homeplace see? And didn't you like your visit there with me? | Nostalgia

20: Ruby and Hayward

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Andrea Turner
  • By: Andrea T.
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  • Title: Grama Ruby
  • Photos of and poetry by Grama Ruby.
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  • Published: about 7 years ago