My grandmother, Ruby Opal Heath Boykin, was married quite young. She was an only child, born premature, unnamed for several days, kept in a cigar box near the oven to stay alive. She was a fighter from the start. She grew into a beautiful woman who was creative and talented. Her watercolors usually carried a message. She loved to have parts in the high school plays and was an avid "scrapbooker" before we ever really knew what that was.
She had beautiful hands and kept them soft with her nails always manicured. The white gloves in the picturs may look dingy but she used them for everything from putting her stockings to dusting the furniture and keeping her silver in tip top shape. She "journaled" faithfully and would have been a dedicated blogger given the technology was available. She was comfortable with china and crystal and at the same time, could clean a house from top to bottom.
Ruby loved the skies and wrote about riding in open-air planes that made their way from town to town flying to entertain the crowds. Pole sitters were of interest to her also. Anyone who would dare to take a risk interested her.
My aunt recently gave my grandmother's once-upon-a-time white gloves to me. I'm so thrilled to have them and will soon have them on display for me to see daily. She was a woman who was strong underneath, worked diligently when necessary and did it all in the most feminine way. There's a lot to think about there.
He was the love of her life.
I'm linking over the Faded Charm Cottage for White Wednesday. Take a look for some wonderful postings.
