Ruth Kimball

I will never forget my Mother in Law, Ruth Kimball. She knew so many gospel songs, and poems that would bring cheer. She had such a positive impact in my life that I will never forget her. My life is much richer having known her.
Daniel

Dearest Mom, What a beautiful difference your life made for me and our family.
Love Forever,
Ranae

Ray and Ruth neighbors for a few years and it was always great to see her walking and him in the yard working. They have done very well and enjoyed their home and yard. Cherish your good times.
Allan & Karen Arkwell

"When you try on a dress
(Or a pant or a blouse)
What you see that is best
Is the gal in our house.

Love,
Ray"

My Grandma treasured this little poem, written by Grandpa many years ago. She kept it taped to her closet door, so that whenever she'd get dressed, she could read it. To her, it was the most important thing in the house - symbolizing what made that home so special -- their love.

To all of Ruth relatives,

Thank you for taking such good care of her these last years, what a great woman. I do have a few photos for you. I'll look for more... Blessings to you all as you hold those dear memories of all she did for your family. More thoughts when I see you! Ann Reid

My brother and I would often stay with our grandparents. Gram would always make us feel welcome and Gramps call us for breakfast staying "their all right and ready and their all red hot, chocolate chips in the middle and the syrup on top...pancakes" We will miss them both.

For many years, my mom and dad would take my brother and I to Grandma & Grandpa Kimball's place in Dover, NH to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas. Both of them would welcome us with open arms. Grandma Kimball often decorated every nook and corner of her home with Christmas. She would even put mints on our pillows and use special Christmas blankets or quilts on our beds. She loved children and it showed. She was my bargain shopping partner when my mom and Aunt Janet would go off Christmas shopping with more excitement than the elves... She knew I was relatively alone since Angelique would be in Chicago and all of the other grandchildren were all boys (at the time) and at least 3 years younger than me, so Grandma would go out of her way sometimes to make me feel special. She taught me how to make mashed potatoes and pies, among other things. I'll never forget: homemade blueberry ice cream, feeding the seagulls at Schoodic Point, all the walks around her neighborhood with the dog(s), her sense of fashion, her love of family, and her warm contageous laughter. She took me to the coolest shops and artsy places, and we had so much fun together. She used to remind me all the time -- "Aren't you glad that you're part of this family?" -- a rhetorical question after she'd read in the paper about some child abuse case. I can say now as I did then, of course I am. I am blessed to have known you, Grandma, to have been your granddaughter, shopping buddy, and friend.

Love,
Kim Porter (from Bellevue, Nebraska - near Omaha)