| Location | Scunthorpe |
| Age | 85 years |
| Date of Birth | 02/01/1911 |
| Date of Death | 28/01/1996 |
| Visitors | 3,420 since 25/02/2008 |
| Creator |
my grandmother "ruby" was a very loving gran to all of her grandchildren and great grandchildren, her only surviving child was my late dad ronald, she lived to be 85yrs of age and when she died we lost a very precious loyal loving friend.
my granny was born to sophia and james in 1911 she was one of nine children she had six sisters and two brothers, as you can imagine in those days with a large family things were difficult, my great grandad james served in the boar war and was well respected and liked as was great granny sophia whom im proud to say i was named after. granny ruby was plagued by ill health as a child and contracted measles and chickenpox at the same time which affected her eyes quite badly and because of this she was often subjected to spitefull comments.
but at the age of 21 she became the very proud mother of my late dad "ronnie" she loved him and spoiled him as much as she possibly could, she was a good mother. when my dad turned seven my gran had my aunty whom she named margaret, unfortunately margaret developed pneumonia and meningitus at the tender age of six months and my granny lost her to the angels, at the same time my dad also became very poorly my gran found it hard to cope and developed pneumonia herself and had a nervous breakdown during this time she also discovered tha my dads illness had also affected his eyes and by the age of fourteen he was totally blind.
she was always there for my dad and all of her grandchildren , so much in fact that my oldest brother also called ronnie became so attached to her my dad had to give in and leave him with her, she did a good job and loved him lke her own as she did us all. sadly when my gran reached her 70s she developed lung cancer and had to have her left lung removed we were told at the time that it would maybe prolong her life by a couple of years and much to our delight it was 12years, she died in january 1996 but she left a great void in all her grandchildrens and great grandchildrens lives we loved her dearly and miss her every day xxx
Merry Christmas
Dear God In Heaven Give Gran a Big Hug and Kiss and Tell Her I Love and Miss Her So Much
Love You Gran xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
REMBERING OUR GRAN ON MOTHER'S DAY
Grandmothers are mothers who are grand,
Restoring the sense that our most precious things
Are those that do not change much over time.
No love of childhood is more sublime,
Demanding little, giving on demand,
More inclined than most to grant the wings
On which we fly off to enchanted lands.
Though grandmothers must serve as second mothers,
Helping out with young and restless hearts,
Each has all the patience wisdom brings,
Remembering our passions more than others,
Soothing us with old and well-honed arts.
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ღ Signs ღ
(By Jamie Van Der Meer)
My angel sends a butterfly,
To land upon my arm.
They send me signs to let me know,
They’re safe & loved & warm.
My angel sends me rainbows
On a cloudy day.
I understand that they are near,
And things will be okay.
Today they sent me snowflakes,
From a sunny sky above.
I could feel their presence,
And the power of their love.
My angel sends me little signs
In the moon and skies
The signs are subtle, yet I know,
They're meant just for my eyes.
I look for all these little signs,
To comfort me each day.
The signs can even make me laugh,
My angel loves to play!
These signs are The Creator's things,
And you might think it's odd,
To believe my angel sends these signs,
They do...they’re one with God.
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ღ Pax ღ
(By D.H. Lawrence)
All that matters is to be at one with the living God
To be a creature in the house of the God of Life.
Like a cat asleep on a chair
at peace, in peace
and at one with the master of the house,
with the mistress at home,
at home in the house of the living,
sleeping on the hearth, and yawning before the fire.
Sleeping on the hearth of the living world,
yawning at home before the fire of life
feeling the presence of the living God
like a great reassurance
a deep calm in the heart
a presence
as of a master sitting at the board
in his own and greater being,
in the house of life.
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✿ A Dream in Winter ✿
When all the daisies and daffodils
are buried deep below,
and summer's but a memory
hidden 'pon the drifting snow ~
'tis there beneath the whitened glow,
in a bed of greenest green,
that lives the dreams of springtime hue
with a gleam of emerald sheen.
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When all the trees are bared and bent
against wintry winds that blow,
and spring is but a wistful sigh
'pon the branches that bow low ~
'tis there within the boughs so wide,
in a bed of greenest green,
that lives the buds of springtime hue
with a gleam of emerald sheen.
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When roses fade 'pon winter's morn
as their petals flee on frosty breath,
and thorns are left to sadly yearn
in their bed of beauty's death ~
'tis there beneath those roses grown,
in a bed of greenest green,
that lives a vision of springtime hue
with a gleam of pastel sheen.
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When winter brings a world of white,
a wonderland of icy glow,
and ends the seasons of green, and gold,
hidden 'neath a field of snow ~
'tis there the sleeping earth awaits
in a bed of springtime green,
sighing softly through winter's chill,
'pon a dream of emerald sheen.
✻ Hazelmarie Elliott ✻
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The Gift That You Are
Startled and fascinated by the beauty and fragility
of your wings,
I watch as you move
so gently
so quietly
almost unexpectedly
through my world.
And then I watch as you move on,
fluttering softly into the distance.
Pleading silently, I beg you,
please ... don't go.
I haven't yet had the time
to memorize
to remember
to understand
the uniqueness of the beauty that is yours.
I know I cannot hold you for long,
capturing you for my world.
But, rest gently with me
if only for a moment.
That I may treasure the memory
and the beauty of the
gift that you are.
(Author Unknown)
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ჱܓ Memories like Wildflowers ჱܓ
Memories of you are like
wildflowers in a meadow.
Sometimes they come one at a time,
others are in bunches.
They pop up when I least expect.
Revealing vivid, beautiful images.
Often brightening my dark day.
They bring me back to a happier, simpler time.
Before long, they fade and are gone.
Always reminding me of how very much
I miss you...
Ⓒ Susan Mosquera
www.MyForeverChild.com
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♥ Dreaming With A Broken Heart ♥
John Mayer
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
Then waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for a moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with her crying eyes
Then all at once you have to say goodbye
Wondering could you stay my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....
Now do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my, roses in my hands?
Would you get them if I did?
No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part.
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Echoing Love
Author Unknown
If the words I have spoken
echo on your mind,
my voice can never be stilled.
If you remember my mirth
when I enter your thoughts,
my smile cannot be erased.
If my mem'ry lightens your life
like the morning sunrise,
then each day we'll meet anew.
If you remember me with love,
how can I then be gone.
For in your heart I shall live on.
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I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chattered all the way,
but left me none the wiser
for all she had to say.
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I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne'er a word said she;
But oh! The things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me.
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Written by Robert Browning Hamilton
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☜♡☞ May the wings that brought you into this world... carry you home safely ☜♡☞
~ Author Unknown ~
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What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?
~ Frances Anne Kemble ~
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