"Ruby wrote letters home almost every week....She wrote anything that came into her head: about her children and Fred, her housekeeping, food, clothes, her friends, activities, schemes for making money, her dreams for the future....Her letters, nave, intimate and lively, were always optimistic or poignant. We'd read them to each other on the phone or pass them around. Often we saved them." So writes Edna Staebler in her introduction to this edited...