I remember Ruth Wahl very clearly although it was a half-century ago. They can only be described as golden days. We were neighbors when her husband, Loren, was the Pastor at Maple Leaf Baptist Church in North Seattle.
Ruth seemed the steady matriarch of an all-American family -- husband, daughter and two sons. Their home was kept cozy and every time I was in it, it was filled with the aroma of wholesome cooking.
At 11 o'clock every Sunday morning, she open services with "A Mighty Fortress Is our God" at the piano and the congregation sang along.
Ruth was a calm and understanding soul and I am richer for her being part of the tapestry of my life, and I'm sure others will agree.
May God keep you and your family in his loving care.
I'm sorry to say that I didn't know my Aunt Ruth, and I have no recollection of her in my past...however...I can say this much with certainty and that is she wears a crown of many jewels in heaven today...because her life on earth was dedicated to God, her husband, her children and grandchildren......and to humanity. May God always bless those left behind....until we all meet in Glory one day!
I remember Aunt Ruth when she used to come to the Wahl family farm in North Dakota. I was just a child during those visits. Aunt Ruth was a dark-haired beautiful woman. She loved looking at the "antiques" on the farm - the old gas lamps, the trunks that had letters from World War I and II in them, and the old horse harnesses hanging in the barn. Aunt Ruth's love for her husband and children and grandchildren was evident during those visits. Uncle Loren loved to laugh with my dad. The suitcases had barely been unloaded from Uncle Loren's and Aunt Ruth's car before Dad and Uncle Loren would be telling jokes and laughing their deep belly laughs. Aunt Ruth and my mom would sit around the table, their eyes twinkling, shaking their heads at their men, but laughing too, just watching their guys having such a good time. I could see the happiness and love and joy in Aunt Ruth's face when she looked at her husband, children, and grandchildren.
Aunt Ruth was a woman who valued the past. She liked to look at the things left behind by my grandparents and great-grandparents. She valued the present. She enjoyed watching her grandchildren play, her children taking care of their children, and her husband enjoying being with his brothers again. She valued the future, knowing her true life was with the God of all eternity someday when He would call her home. God has called her home. I know Aunt Ruth is so very alive now. She is with her Lord of the past, the present, and the future. I can only imagine the joy that floods Aunt Ruth's very being at this moment of being in the presence of Christ, but I know it is abundant, far greater than any joy she knew while living in the past or the present here on earth. "I go to prepare a home for you," Jesus said. Aunt Ruth has gone to the home her Savior has prepared for her that she may be where He is. We love you, Aunt Ruth. You are missed.
I remember Ruth as I first met her in 1956 in North Dakota. She had beautiful black hair, fair complexion and she could play the piano with grace and art. She welcomed me as if she had known me for a long time, altho it was our first meeting. I had come with my fiance to meet his North Dakota brothers. I felt very much at home and was eager to have more of these . contacts. Ruth was such a gracious person, so talented and I always considered her a true lady, one of my quiet mentors in my life. Thank you, Ruth, for your influence in my life. I shall miss your physical presence but look forward to a more joyful reunion in Glory.
Sister-in-law, Fran Wahl