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 "Ruth's Fashion's" mother's , July 23rd turning 104

2 children, Roger, Cheryl

6 grands, Lily, Cooper, Max, Bo, Luka, Zach 

Husband Dusty Curran, wed June 14th '47 London Ontario 

Hobbies bowling golf, cards (euchre) acts like she doesn't know what cards to play, then beats others 

Drinks Manhattans

Attended Egerton Baptist got married there (nee Heathfield)

Pet dog Pepe (poodle)

She's  be Beautiful & full of love for her family 


cherylhawken@hotmail.com


The year was 1922

July, the twenty third,

Five siblings and their parents,

Some newborn tears, they heard.


For baby Ruth had just been born,

(There would be yet one more,)

Quiet solitude, disappeared,

Sure, parents ears were sore.


Quite soon to school, she had to go,

(It is a must, for all)

She did excel, nay, blossomed, there,

And yes, she had a ball.


At twenty five, she married

Her beau, Dusty, by name,

To him she bore two children,

Roger, then Cheryl, came.


She loved to bowl, play cards, and golf

At cards, she does 'pretend'

To be unsure what cards to play, 

Then she does WIN, in th'end.


She celebrates her birthday,

One hundred years plus four,

Your children, 'grands' and 'great grand's

Love, blessings, on you, pour.
















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