RUTHIE....Stories of teens and toddlers:
Ruthie was my first cousin, who left us far too soon. When my mother Lelia Davis was a teenager, she took care of her niece, who was then a toddler. Mom described her as bubbly, outgoing and full of mischief, and that's the way she always remained. Mom called her "Sunshine".
When I was a toddler, Ruthie came to Hobart, Indiana and spent part of the summer of 1941 with us. Waiting for her to arrive at the bus depot, Mom sat me up on a metal counter to watch for her. I still remember her running toward us, a tall, smiling teenager in a big floppy hat and long white dress with lots of yellow flowers on it.
One Sunday Mom dressed me up for church, then turned me over to Ruthie to watch while she got ready herself. Ruthie took me for a walk in the alley behind our house, and let me play in a huge mud puddle. She then had me wipe my hands on her own white skirt! She said I was having so much fun that she didn't have the heart to stop me! This may have been the only time Mom was somewhat less than happy with Ruthie!
A few years later, when I was about 8 and Ruthie's only daughter Judy was a toddler, she drove cross-country from Chicago to Provo, Utah in an old clunker to visit us. There were no seat belts or child seats in 1948, so as we all did in our turn, Judy stood on the front seat while Ruthie drove.
Ruthie told us how, on a hairpin curve somewhere in the mountains, Judy lost her balance and fell on the passenger door handle, opening the door. Ruthie calmly grabbed her by the belt of her dress while negotiating the curve with her other hand! On the next curve, the door closed again. When my dad heard this, he turned an odd shade of pale and left the room without saying a word. A little later he returned, having used clothesline to securely tie shut the door of Ruthie's car, so it could not be opened!
We all miss you, dear cousin! I know you'll be watching for us in our turn.
Ruthie was my first cousin, who left us far too soon. When my mother Lelia Davis was a teenager, she took care of her niece, who was then a toddler. Mom described her as bubbly, outgoing and full of mischief, and that's the way she always remained. Mom called her "Sunshine".
When I was a toddler, Ruthie came to Hobart, Indiana and spent part of the summer of 1941 with us. Waiting for her to arrive at the bus depot, Mom sat me up on a metal counter to watch for her. I still remember her running toward us, a tall, smiling teenager in a big floppy hat and long white dress with lots of yellow flowers on it.
One Sunday Mom dressed me up for church, then turned me over to Ruthie to watch while she got ready herself. Ruthie took me for a walk in the alley behind our house, and let me play in a huge mud puddle. She then had me wipe my hands on her own white skirt! She said I was having so much fun that she didn't have the heart to stop me! This may have been the only time Mom was somewhat less than happy with Ruthie!
A few years later, when I was about 8 and Ruthie's only daughter Judy was a toddler, she drove cross-country from Chicago to Provo, Utah in an old clunker to visit us. There were no seat belts or child seats in 1948, so as we all did in our turn, Judy stood on the front seat while Ruthie drove.
Ruthie told us how, on a hairpin curve somewhere in the mountains, Judy lost her balance and fell on the passenger door handle, opening the door. Ruthie calmly grabbed her by the belt of her dress while negotiating the curve with her other hand! On the next curve, the door closed again. When my dad heard this, he turned an odd shade of pale and left the room without saying a word. A little later he returned, having used clothesline to securely tie shut the door of Ruthie's car, so it could not be opened!
We all miss you, dear cousin! I know you'll be watching for us in our turn.
RUTHIE....Stories of teens and toddlers:
Ruthie was my first cousin, who left us far too soon. When my mother Lelia Davis was a teenager, she took care of her niece, who was then a toddler. Mom described her as bubbly, outgoing and full of mischief, and that's the way she always remained. Mom called her "Sunshine".
When I was a toddler, Ruthie came to Hobart, Indiana and spent part of the summer of 1941 with us. Waiting for her to arrive at the bus depot, Mom sat me up on a metal counter to watch for her. I still remember her running toward us, a tall, smiling teenager in a big floppy hat and long white dress with lots of yellow flowers on it.
One Sunday Mom dressed me up for church, then turned me over to Ruthie to watch while she got ready herself. Ruthie took me for a walk in the alley behind our house, and let me play in a huge mud puddle. She then had me wipe my hands on her own white skirt! She said I was having so much fun that she didn't have the heart to stop me! This may have been the only time Mom was somewhat less than happy with Ruthie!
A few years later, when I was about 8 and Ruthie's only daughter Judy was a toddler, she drove cross-country from Chicago to Provo, Utah in an old clunker to visit us. There were no seat belts or child seats in 1948, so as we all did in our turn, Judy stood on the front seat while Ruthie drove.
Ruthie told us how, on a hairpin curve somewhere in the mountains, Judy lost her balance and fell on the passenger door handle, opening the door. Ruthie calmly grabbed her by the belt of her dress while negotiating the curve with her other hand! On the next curve, the door closed again. When my dad heard this, he turned an odd shade of pale and left the room without saying a word. A little later he returned, having used clothesline to securely tie shut the door of Ruthie's car, so it could not be opened!
We all miss you, dear cousin! I know you'll be watching for us in our turn.
Ruthie was my first cousin, who left us far too soon. When my mother Lelia Davis was a teenager, she took care of her niece, who was then a toddler. Mom described her as bubbly, outgoing and full of mischief, and that's the way she always remained. Mom called her "Sunshine".
When I was a toddler, Ruthie came to Hobart, Indiana and spent part of the summer of 1941 with us. Waiting for her to arrive at the bus depot, Mom sat me up on a metal counter to watch for her. I still remember her running toward us, a tall, smiling teenager in a big floppy hat and long white dress with lots of yellow flowers on it.
One Sunday Mom dressed me up for church, then turned me over to Ruthie to watch while she got ready herself. Ruthie took me for a walk in the alley behind our house, and let me play in a huge mud puddle. She then had me wipe my hands on her own white skirt! She said I was having so much fun that she didn't have the heart to stop me! This may have been the only time Mom was somewhat less than happy with Ruthie!
A few years later, when I was about 8 and Ruthie's only daughter Judy was a toddler, she drove cross-country from Chicago to Provo, Utah in an old clunker to visit us. There were no seat belts or child seats in 1948, so as we all did in our turn, Judy stood on the front seat while Ruthie drove.
Ruthie told us how, on a hairpin curve somewhere in the mountains, Judy lost her balance and fell on the passenger door handle, opening the door. Ruthie calmly grabbed her by the belt of her dress while negotiating the curve with her other hand! On the next curve, the door closed again. When my dad heard this, he turned an odd shade of pale and left the room without saying a word. A little later he returned, having used clothesline to securely tie shut the door of Ruthie's car, so it could not be opened!
We all miss you, dear cousin! I know you'll be watching for us in our turn.
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