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Welcome to Ruby Bess's Tribute!

Ruby's life and her livliness, her spirit, strength and sweetness are still fresh and beautiful in our minds. This site is dedicated to her memory and to her ongoing impact in each of our lives.

Ruby"s Life in Pictures

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My Video Tribute to Nona

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Monday, July 30, 2007

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Please feel free to share your thoughts and memories of Ruby! I will add more photos, out family's beautiful eulogies, and any audio, video, or photographic contributions you'd like to make in the coming days.

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3 comments:

HeatherH said...

Ruby in the Well

Nona used to tell me this story when I was a little girl, and we'd act it out with a few toys she assembled for the purpose. Now I tell it to K at bedtime, and she asks for it every night.

When Ruby was a little girl of about 2, she was very fond of drinking from a bottle. One day, a little boyfriend of hers took her bottle's nipple and threw it down into a dry well. (What a naughty little boy!)

Ruby was distraught (because you couldn't just go to a grocery store and buy a new one, in those days). She loved that nipple! So, Ruby's father had the idea to put little Ruby in the bucket and lower her down into that small well so she could retrieve her nipple. Of course, Ruby's mother was anxiety-ridden, but her father said, "Oh, now, she'll be fine!"

So, Ruby's father put her in the little bucket and slowly, slowly lowered her down. Once down, she must have felt around and touched the nipple. Once she had it again, her father cranked her back up, much to her mother's relief and much to Ruby's happiness, to have that precious nipple back!

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful tribute to Nona. She would be honored.

Anonymous said...

Great work.

The Watcher


She always leaned to watch for us,
Anxious if we were late,
In winter by the window,
In summer by the gate.

And though we mocked her tenderly,
Who had such foolish care,
The long way home would seem more safe
Because she waited there.

Her thoughts were all so full of us,
She never could forget !
And so I think that where she is
She must be watching yet,

Waiting ‘til we come home to her,
Anxious if we are late –
Watching from Heaven’s window,
Leaning from Heaven’s gate.