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My Grandma was a Leo. She was a lioness filled with sunshine and warmth. She was a poet and she wrote many beautiful poems during her lifetime. She died in 1980 and I do not think I will ever stop missing her.........
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Ruth Murray Jones
August 10th, 1893-November 5th, 1980
My grandmother published three books of poetry in her lifetime and she participated in many poetry groups, including the Ina Coolbrith Circle and the Marin AAUW Poetry Workshop.
She had very strong opinions and yet a very open mindas well.
She did not judge people by how they looked or whether their thoughts and opinions were different than her own. She loved many people from all different walks of life and she tried to teach us to be the same way.
Her poetry often reflected her opinions and I share one of my favorites with you here on Grandma's sunny page.
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~DEMONSTRATION WITHOUT PROTEST~
On passing on a crowded San Francisco Street
She handed me a limp and bent-stemmed marguerite,
And with the flower, she gave me her young
and lonely smile.
Her eyes were tender with a yearling's look of love,
No smirk of boldness there, nor any hint of guile.
I whispered "Thanks" and tucked her token in my glove.
I see her face each time I cross that busy street,
I see her long hair blowing, her beads, and sandalled feet.
In Psalms" I keep a dry and faded marguerite.
--Ruth Murray Jones
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This is taken from an interview with my grandmother
which appeared in the San Rafael Pointer, April 26th,1977,
three years before she passed away.
"Mrs. Jones, an admitted conservative, deplored much of the hippie movement,
("I never had to "find" myself --- I was never lost")
but she was not insensitive to what they were trying to bring us."
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I believe that most of my good values and qualities I owe to my Grandmother who raised me most of my life. She was a creative, generous and kind woman who tried to teach me to be a good person and to treat eveyone as if it was their last day on Earth. She walked her talk and lived what she preached.
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