Memorial Day



Happy Memorial Day!  Hope you took today to stop, sit, and remember those who have gone on before us.  Oh how easy it is to let them slip our minds, especially the lives they lived.  I think about how they would play the cards we've been dealt - as they were handed quite a few doozies in their day and got through each and every one of them.

I think about great-grandma Ruth Smith (my namesake).  She was born January 1st, 1900 and lived quite a life.  She was married to J. Albert 'Bert' Smith.  To this day I can drive down Main St. in Heber and talk to somone about ole Bert.  Bert was, um, cantankerous.  ornery puts it lightly.  He and I would have sparred every minute and had a great time doing it. Honestly, I blame my, um, way on Bert quite often.

Anyway, Bert didn't think that women should wear pants. Pants!  So poor Ruth Smith had to wear a dress everyday of her life. Instead of calling her by name, he would refer to lovingly as 'woman!'  You might hear, 'woman! where's my dinner?'  Yeah, so Bert and I would have had some words. it was a different time, though.  You want to know my favorite story of Grandma Ruth, though? They day after Bert died, the very next day, she called up her daugther-in-law and asked for a ride to the store, she was after that pair of pants.