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when she was seven or eight she decided to roller skate on the roof of the house.  She hadn't been up there long when she saw fire engines in the distance.  Very exciting, but she didn't see any fires.  The engines got closer until they arrived at her house; they'd been called to get her down from the roof.

Dared to touch her tongue to a frozen pole, she took the dare.  (when young)

She began the day with calls of "rise and shine" and singing (which bothered me, not a morning person in those days).  She sang often, usually making up her own words.  I could sometimes avoid kitchen duty by playing songs, she'd sing along while cleaning up.

She hated making meatloaf or other things that involved getting stuff on her hands.  She wasn't fond of cooking in general though she did it without complaining.  Sometimes Dad would come home from work, send her to take a nap, then make something unusual for dinner (stuffed peppers, e.g.)

Ask some questions, I'm not thinking of much.

getting started

hi, here’s the starter post.   The idea of this is to give written snapshots of Ruth as mother and person, with Tom thrown in now and then.

I’m hoping you will post any questions and that Hugh and Jinny and anyone else who wants to will add comments that come to them.

Many of these will be brief: Bad drivers were Mr. or Mrs. Zilch.  Someone behaving badly was an ass.  long words were often given new pronunciations (idiosyncrasy I can’t even say the right way.  She’d have been right there with “apology” in “a fish called wanda.”)

Some will be a little longer: When she was young she’d walk along the Assiniboine River with her father, listening to the snow squeak underfoot.  Her father was deaf, I’m not sure if he heard the snow but earlier in his life he must have.  She adored her father who doted on her.  The Assiniboine and the Red rivers ran through Winnipeg, many of the big homes in the city (including the Glassco) were along the river, yard running down to the water.