A week ago my Aunt Ruby V. Rosander was received into the everlasting arms. This afternoon my brother-in-law sent me a scan of her obituary.
For the non-Central Valley folk reading this, rolling trays is what you do with trays of raisins drying in the sun.Aunt Ruby was the eldest daughter, as my father was the eldest son. They remembered the hard times when resources were few and life was tough. Her memories were much darker than those of Aunt May, who is the baby of the family (as am I). Things had improved over time. Comments above about farm hospitality were true and I remember having coffee in her kitchen.
["Coffee" to Swedes is like "tea" for the Brits. It's what you do at four in the afternoon. I never drank coffee because I don't like the taste of it, but I had coffee in the larger sense. Grandmother and my aunts knew how to bake!]
Grandpa's name was Victor and so my dad was Paul Victor and Ruby was Ruby Victoria. It sounds like a very grand name and, in truth, I rather think that Aunt Ruby was an empress on the farm.
May she rest in peace and rise with Christ in glory.
--the BB
