Day 40 - Aunt Ruth's street

Going to Aunt Ruth's house was always a treat. Her, uncle Pink, and Virginia lived in a little house just below the University of Utah on a narrow street overlooking the Salt Lake Valley. Looking out over the valley today brought back a flood of memories of days gone by. We didn't visit very often, but it's just one of those places that paint a vivid picture in your mind that can be retrieved easily.

Aunt Ruth's house was small, but comfortable. I remember the beautiful wood dining room table and the meager meals prepared for our family. Uncle Pink was a timid man with a soft, quiet voice. Aunt Ruth was stern in voice and demeanor but always looked so beautiful in her dark dress and bright red lipstick. So she didn't scare me too much. Virginia's cerebral palsy confined her to a wheelchair, but that didn't stop her enthusiasm to be a part of our visit. Virginia was just another member of the family.... and she was always treated as such.

The street always beckoned me to wander out and take a peek at the vast valley below. It has changed a lot over the past 40 years, but the memories take me to a time and place where it seems like yesterday that I was at Aunt Ruth's house.