Bob Eichling (Friend And Adopted Nephew Through Lynda Hagar)
You may think this funny but I most admired the mischievousness I saw in Aunt Ruth's eyes from the very first time I met her. As tme went by and I would meet Ruth and Lynda for dinner in Stilwell, Sallisaw or at places around Lake Tenkiller, that same sparkle still glowed even as she began to loose her ability to verbally communicate. I could always get a chuckle from Ruth when I would ask her to go dancing. Her eyes told me she understood I was teasing as we both knew she could "get around" better than I.
I wish I had known Aunt Ruth longer!

