Ruth was one of my dad's older sisters do not know much about her other than she took good care of my Dad when he was young. She had died around the age of 18 she had worked out side in the heat of a summer day and had gotten sun burned. I was told that she had died because of it. Dad lost another sister when she was about 8 due to a bad heart and another baby was born dead due to a bad delivery.The heartache my Grandmother had to endure.
Ruth had started to take art classes and for some reason she took my dad along with her he was around the age of seven. The art teacher let my dad participate in the class , he would draw his art on the back of recycled cardboard boxes.As far as I know this the only thing we have of Ruth's.
Another story tells about Ruth is taking him to the zoo it was a day of fun for my Dad he really appreciated the fact that she took time just for him.
His father was a hard man I guess you could say birthdays, holidays were never made special. So for Christmas I took Dad's art work and framed it up for him. I get such a chuckle when I had called my friend to come down to look at the art my Dad had done as a child. She had envisioned the usual scribblings of a child and could not figure out why I had gone to such bother, well I bet you can see why now. When Dad opened up the gift the first thing he said was "I think I painted these pictures"