On Thursday morning, 2nd of April, the rain poured down here in Tasmania and our lives changed forever.
Our beautiful Ruby passed away peacefully, her daughter Margie at her side.
I, like so many others, are going to sorely miss our visits, cuppas and chats. (And lets be honest – the sponge cakes!)
Not all of us get a second chance at a new grandparent with the grand addition of extra family.
Margie and Ruby enveloped Jeff and myself effortlessly into their lives with so much love and laughter.
We have been so lucky.
Ruby was an amazing 103 years old! Towards the end she was still pretty sharp, albeit a little forgetful. She liked to inform me each time I dropped in that “I’m getting real good at sitting here doing nothing! I can’t ever believe it!!”
Ruby in the garden was such a familiar sight! She was so proud of being able to grow her own food for so many years! “As long as you’ve got a bit of dirt…”
Walking sticks were optional. Umbrellas, brooms, long handled gardening tools were often used instead: “Make use of what you have”
This photo makes me smile. I was busy swanning about after my big garlic harvest all proud of their large size and Ruby goes “Here’s one of my garlic bulbs!” Wow.
She taught me so much in the garden – it was great to have someone to talk veggies and planting with and get ideas and enthusiasm… she had enthusiasm to spare!!!
I loved catching her working in the garden. Sometimes she’d be doing something a plus 100 year old person most definitely SHOULDN’T be doing, and she’d chuckle unrepentantly and often let me take over said task.
Queen of the hothouse! She was as proud as punch of her tomatoes that season!!
I loved her milk crate gardening seats! She reckoned she could weed for ages sitting on one of those! Nice and easy to move around too!
To me this was just a classic Ruby image.
Birthday presents started taking on an unusual form… a trailer load of compost rather than a ribbon wrapped present!
If I manage to get to these advanced years, I would LOVE to be this photogenic!
I’ve spent a lot of time sifting through countless photos in the last few days, marvelling at how wonderfully natural and engaging that Ruby looks in all my photos!!
Ruby was so willing to pose for my endless photos – and took it all in good stride the day I wanted her to play dress-ups and empty one of her cupboards so I could get a realistic image of ‘Old Mother Hubbard’ !!
Dropping in for a cuppa – practically a cultural institution in itself!
“Put the kettle on”
Usually a home made bikkie or a slice of cake was on offer!
Over the years I have added some fabulous dishes or sauces to my cooking repertoire – her famous diary cookbook, stuffed full of amazing recipes.
And we are counting ourselves blessed to have partaken in a few amazing roast turkey Christmas Dinners where you could float into he house from the front gate on the delicious aromas!
Ruby was best known for many years for her formidable nursing skills. She called herself a ‘bush nurse’ and pretty much did the work of a doctor… not to mention instructing the doctors themselves what to do when they came into her domain!
It was fascinating listening to stories of times gone by and what the nurses had to do – in stark contrast in many ways to now. (I struggle to see Jeff sitting at a sewing maching making pretty tray covers for the new mothers for instance)
Different times, different needs. If they saw a need, they got onto it. In war time things were scarce, manpower was scarce and they did the best they could with what they had!
Jeff had a special bond with Ruby with his nursing. Often they’d sit for their nursing confabs while Margie and I would mosey up into the garden and leave them too it.
She’d always greet Jeff with a “How you going fella?”
I think he delighted her one day by needing her blood pressure cuff – she soon sorted him out!!
Ruby didn’t want to sit and let things happen. She wanted to help, to be involved and to be active.
Despite being almost blind, she kept knitting right up until near the end. She would have a few projects on the go so if she suspected a mistake, she’d put that one aside and pick up the next one.
Margie would fix things in the morning when needed!
Ruby really encouraged me with the knitting and crochet. Margie fine tuned my nearly non existent crochet skills and between them I embraced a new hobby (That still has my mother laughing)(I was so not the knitting type haha)
The portrait above is one of my very favourites.
Ruby was laid to rest today. Yes – on Tuesday!
Tasmania put on the most glorious weather. It was so perfect.
Amid the global pandemic, only 10 people were allowed to be there. I was absolutely honoured to be there in the sunshine with my extended family to bid Ruby my final farewell.
There were tears, there were stories, there were plenty of chuckles too.
The service was beautiful.
It was the oddest feeling to not exchange badly needed hugs, or head back with Margie to have endless cups of tea/coffee food and reminiscing. Such are the current rules and laws.
Of course, we plan for a future fabulous celebration of Ruby’s life when the world is a little less upside down!
It has been wonderful to be able to share snippets of Ruby’s life and garden with you all. I know you will feel sad to hear this news, but glad to have gotten the chance to ‘meet’ her across the vast distances of this Earth that can be made so small via the modern connections we have.
So next time you have a cuppa and a slice of sponge cake, lift your cup and remember Ruby xx
PS – We couldn’t help but think with today’s weather, this is where Ruby would have been – Make do with What you Have. xxx