Grandma Ruth's version of an old poem:

Do you carrot all for me?
My heart is soft as squash.

For you are such a peach,
With your radish hair and turnip nose.

You're the apple of my eye.

If we cantaloupe, lettuce marry anyhow,
For I know we'd make a pear.

Mom at 18
Mom after 6 kids
Mom at 21
Mom at 45


Grandma Ruth with Eric and Cynthia 1970
Mom and I 1990


Mom at 85
Printed in honor of my adorable mom, Ruth, who lived to age 90