Wednesday, January 27, 2021
My memories of Aunt Ruth are limited to the age of ten, at which time she and Uncle Stanley sold their farm two doors down and moved to Wiarton. But I still remember foremost a quiet lady of purpose with a calm spirit.
As a relatively small child I randomly invaded her tranquil space many times and she offered me the peaceful setting I sought. I don’t remember conversations, I just recall quietly working together on puzzles, her small smile and quiet laugh whenever I startled her with some childish comment or question. I am sure she would have had to admonish me occasionally, but she was never unkind, just encouraging me to think differently about a person, or a situation.
Once she and Uncle Stan left the farm I only saw her a handful of times, but I will always cherish the peace and serenity that she offered me, a small unruly being descending on her quiet home.
Rest In Peace Aunt Ruth,
Karen (Salmon) McNeight
