“Ruby wrote letters home almost every week....She wrote anything
that came into her head: about her children and Fred, her
housekeeping, food, clothes, her friends, activities, schemes for
making money, her dreams for the future....Her letters, nave,
intimate and lively, were always optimistic or poignant. We’d
read them to each other on the phone or pass them around. Often
we saved them.”
So writes Edna Staebler in her... more...