Wife of Stanley Warner Busic, Sr.
Daughter of Everett S. Beale and Ida Grace Pancake
Lived most of her life in Westerville, Franklin, Ohio.
My maternal grandmother was Eleanor Ruth (Beale) Busic. She was known to all as Ruth. She was a sweetheart. The neighbor kids called her Gramma.
Gramma's kitchen was her domain. Her refrigerator was off limits to beer, as my dad found out, much to his chagrin. She cooked some great meals that we ate with extended family in either her kitchen, at a huge round table in the dining room or on the screened front porch. Her ingredients were almost always fresh, fresh canned or fresh frozen. She did all her canning herself, using mason jars that filled heavily stocked shelves in the cellar. Grampa and Gramma rented a frozen foods locker at a local grocery. She mixed things in a huge crockery mixing bowl, the likes of which I've never been able to find in an antique store since. All her fresh fruits and vegetables came from Grampa's garden. I'm not a big fan of green beans; but she boiled fresh or canned green beans from the garden in a pot with potatoes and ham, and the result was mouth watering. Neither am I a fan of apple pie; but the apple pies, cobblers and brown betty she made with apples from their trees were delectable. Rhubarb, raspberries, strawberries, currants; ummm she could do things with them in desserts and jams that were out of this world!
She spoke gently in Midwestern rural colloquialisms. When she cleared the table she would put off anyone volunteering to help wash dishes by saying she was "just readin' up." She called Alum Creek, which ran behind the garden, "the crick." When I was mischievous, I was a "little dickens;" and when my mom's youngest brother (Stanley W. Busic, Jr.) would play rough with me, she would chide him not to "rile him (me) up."
Eggs were fresh, too. She sent me across the lawn to the neighboring farm once or twice a week to visit Mrs. McCombs in her kitchen gaily lighted by the sun which filtered through her extensive colored glass collection on shelves in the windows. I would buy fresh eggs from Mrs. McCombs and return them to Gramma. Gramma was better at timing my soft-boiled eggs than anyone else. One summer in my teens, when my family visited Westerville on consecutive weekends, I rekindled my acquaintance with the McCombs' granddaughter Leslie. You might say it was love at second sight, because we had played together as toddlers. This interlude lasted only that extended week. A central thread of the romantic week was Gramma teaching Lee how to make my favorite meal, which she served for me on Gramma's screened porch the second weekend.
Family lore has it that, in her early teens in Mt. Sterling (Madison County, OH), Ruth Beale dated eventual entrepreneur John Galbraith; owner of Darby Dan Stables and the Pittsburgh Pirates. But she married Stanley W. Busic of neighboring Pickaway County at the age of fifteen and started a family.
Gramma got "cross" with me on only one occasion; a hot summer day when I was too hot and tired from playing to want to join Grampa in our daily ritual of raspberry picking. She told me Grampa was tired, too, and to get my picking clothes on and get out there.
I often enjoyed quiet evenings alone with my grandparents watching TV in their living room. Sometimes Gramma would serve a snack of ice cream and Ritz crackers on serving trays with a red gingham pattern.
When I stayed at Gramma's house at 171 N. West Street in Westerville, OH, I would usually share a twin room with my sister upstairs. There were flower boxes in the windows, filled with pots of African Violets. In the summers we would wake to the sound of mockingbirds' songs. Scores of cardinals, blue jays and robins frequented the giant oak trees in the yard.
-- Rob Sanders
Daughter of Everett S. Beale and Ida Grace Pancake
Lived most of her life in Westerville, Franklin, Ohio.
My maternal grandmother was Eleanor Ruth (Beale) Busic. She was known to all as Ruth. She was a sweetheart. The neighbor kids called her Gramma.
Gramma's kitchen was her domain. Her refrigerator was off limits to beer, as my dad found out, much to his chagrin. She cooked some great meals that we ate with extended family in either her kitchen, at a huge round table in the dining room or on the screened front porch. Her ingredients were almost always fresh, fresh canned or fresh frozen. She did all her canning herself, using mason jars that filled heavily stocked shelves in the cellar. Grampa and Gramma rented a frozen foods locker at a local grocery. She mixed things in a huge crockery mixing bowl, the likes of which I've never been able to find in an antique store since. All her fresh fruits and vegetables came from Grampa's garden. I'm not a big fan of green beans; but she boiled fresh or canned green beans from the garden in a pot with potatoes and ham, and the result was mouth watering. Neither am I a fan of apple pie; but the apple pies, cobblers and brown betty she made with apples from their trees were delectable. Rhubarb, raspberries, strawberries, currants; ummm she could do things with them in desserts and jams that were out of this world!
She spoke gently in Midwestern rural colloquialisms. When she cleared the table she would put off anyone volunteering to help wash dishes by saying she was "just readin' up." She called Alum Creek, which ran behind the garden, "the crick." When I was mischievous, I was a "little dickens;" and when my mom's youngest brother (Stanley W. Busic, Jr.) would play rough with me, she would chide him not to "rile him (me) up."
Eggs were fresh, too. She sent me across the lawn to the neighboring farm once or twice a week to visit Mrs. McCombs in her kitchen gaily lighted by the sun which filtered through her extensive colored glass collection on shelves in the windows. I would buy fresh eggs from Mrs. McCombs and return them to Gramma. Gramma was better at timing my soft-boiled eggs than anyone else. One summer in my teens, when my family visited Westerville on consecutive weekends, I rekindled my acquaintance with the McCombs' granddaughter Leslie. You might say it was love at second sight, because we had played together as toddlers. This interlude lasted only that extended week. A central thread of the romantic week was Gramma teaching Lee how to make my favorite meal, which she served for me on Gramma's screened porch the second weekend.
Family lore has it that, in her early teens in Mt. Sterling (Madison County, OH), Ruth Beale dated eventual entrepreneur John Galbraith; owner of Darby Dan Stables and the Pittsburgh Pirates. But she married Stanley W. Busic of neighboring Pickaway County at the age of fifteen and started a family.
Gramma got "cross" with me on only one occasion; a hot summer day when I was too hot and tired from playing to want to join Grampa in our daily ritual of raspberry picking. She told me Grampa was tired, too, and to get my picking clothes on and get out there.
I often enjoyed quiet evenings alone with my grandparents watching TV in their living room. Sometimes Gramma would serve a snack of ice cream and Ritz crackers on serving trays with a red gingham pattern.
When I stayed at Gramma's house at 171 N. West Street in Westerville, OH, I would usually share a twin room with my sister upstairs. There were flower boxes in the windows, filled with pots of African Violets. In the summers we would wake to the sound of mockingbirds' songs. Scores of cardinals, blue jays and robins frequented the giant oak trees in the yard.
-- Rob Sanders
Wife of Stanley Warner Busic, Sr.
Daughter of Everett S. Beale and Ida Grace Pancake
Lived most of her life in Westerville, Franklin, Ohio.
My maternal grandmother was Eleanor Ruth (Beale) Busic. She was known to all as Ruth. She was a sweetheart. The neighbor kids called her Gramma.
Gramma's kitchen was her domain. Her refrigerator was off limits to beer, as my dad found out, much to his chagrin. She cooked some great meals that we ate with extended family in either her kitchen, at a huge round table in the dining room or on the screened front porch. Her ingredients were almost always fresh, fresh canned or fresh frozen. She did all her canning herself, using mason jars that filled heavily stocked shelves in the cellar. Grampa and Gramma rented a frozen foods locker at a local grocery. She mixed things in a huge crockery mixing bowl, the likes of which I've never been able to find in an antique store since. All her fresh fruits and vegetables came from Grampa's garden. I'm not a big fan of green beans; but she boiled fresh or canned green beans from the garden in a pot with potatoes and ham, and the result was mouth watering. Neither am I a fan of apple pie; but the apple pies, cobblers and brown betty she made with apples from their trees were delectable. Rhubarb, raspberries, strawberries, currants; ummm she could do things with them in desserts and jams that were out of this world!
She spoke gently in Midwestern rural colloquialisms. When she cleared the table she would put off anyone volunteering to help wash dishes by saying she was "just readin' up." She called Alum Creek, which ran behind the garden, "the crick." When I was mischievous, I was a "little dickens;" and when my mom's youngest brother (Stanley W. Busic, Jr.) would play rough with me, she would chide him not to "rile him (me) up."
Eggs were fresh, too. She sent me across the lawn to the neighboring farm once or twice a week to visit Mrs. McCombs in her kitchen gaily lighted by the sun which filtered through her extensive colored glass collection on shelves in the windows. I would buy fresh eggs from Mrs. McCombs and return them to Gramma. Gramma was better at timing my soft-boiled eggs than anyone else. One summer in my teens, when my family visited Westerville on consecutive weekends, I rekindled my acquaintance with the McCombs' granddaughter Leslie. You might say it was love at second sight, because we had played together as toddlers. This interlude lasted only that extended week. A central thread of the romantic week was Gramma teaching Lee how to make my favorite meal, which she served for me on Gramma's screened porch the second weekend.
Family lore has it that, in her early teens in Mt. Sterling (Madison County, OH), Ruth Beale dated eventual entrepreneur John Galbraith; owner of Darby Dan Stables and the Pittsburgh Pirates. But she married Stanley W. Busic of neighboring Pickaway County at the age of fifteen and started a family.
Gramma got "cross" with me on only one occasion; a hot summer day when I was too hot and tired from playing to want to join Grampa in our daily ritual of raspberry picking. She told me Grampa was tired, too, and to get my picking clothes on and get out there.
I often enjoyed quiet evenings alone with my grandparents watching TV in their living room. Sometimes Gramma would serve a snack of ice cream and Ritz crackers on serving trays with a red gingham pattern.
When I stayed at Gramma's house at 171 N. West Street in Westerville, OH, I would usually share a twin room with my sister upstairs. There were flower boxes in the windows, filled with pots of African Violets. In the summers we would wake to the sound of mockingbirds' songs. Scores of cardinals, blue jays and robins frequented the giant oak trees in the yard.
-- Rob Sanders
Daughter of Everett S. Beale and Ida Grace Pancake
Lived most of her life in Westerville, Franklin, Ohio.
My maternal grandmother was Eleanor Ruth (Beale) Busic. She was known to all as Ruth. She was a sweetheart. The neighbor kids called her Gramma.
Gramma's kitchen was her domain. Her refrigerator was off limits to beer, as my dad found out, much to his chagrin. She cooked some great meals that we ate with extended family in either her kitchen, at a huge round table in the dining room or on the screened front porch. Her ingredients were almost always fresh, fresh canned or fresh frozen. She did all her canning herself, using mason jars that filled heavily stocked shelves in the cellar. Grampa and Gramma rented a frozen foods locker at a local grocery. She mixed things in a huge crockery mixing bowl, the likes of which I've never been able to find in an antique store since. All her fresh fruits and vegetables came from Grampa's garden. I'm not a big fan of green beans; but she boiled fresh or canned green beans from the garden in a pot with potatoes and ham, and the result was mouth watering. Neither am I a fan of apple pie; but the apple pies, cobblers and brown betty she made with apples from their trees were delectable. Rhubarb, raspberries, strawberries, currants; ummm she could do things with them in desserts and jams that were out of this world!
She spoke gently in Midwestern rural colloquialisms. When she cleared the table she would put off anyone volunteering to help wash dishes by saying she was "just readin' up." She called Alum Creek, which ran behind the garden, "the crick." When I was mischievous, I was a "little dickens;" and when my mom's youngest brother (Stanley W. Busic, Jr.) would play rough with me, she would chide him not to "rile him (me) up."
Eggs were fresh, too. She sent me across the lawn to the neighboring farm once or twice a week to visit Mrs. McCombs in her kitchen gaily lighted by the sun which filtered through her extensive colored glass collection on shelves in the windows. I would buy fresh eggs from Mrs. McCombs and return them to Gramma. Gramma was better at timing my soft-boiled eggs than anyone else. One summer in my teens, when my family visited Westerville on consecutive weekends, I rekindled my acquaintance with the McCombs' granddaughter Leslie. You might say it was love at second sight, because we had played together as toddlers. This interlude lasted only that extended week. A central thread of the romantic week was Gramma teaching Lee how to make my favorite meal, which she served for me on Gramma's screened porch the second weekend.
Family lore has it that, in her early teens in Mt. Sterling (Madison County, OH), Ruth Beale dated eventual entrepreneur John Galbraith; owner of Darby Dan Stables and the Pittsburgh Pirates. But she married Stanley W. Busic of neighboring Pickaway County at the age of fifteen and started a family.
Gramma got "cross" with me on only one occasion; a hot summer day when I was too hot and tired from playing to want to join Grampa in our daily ritual of raspberry picking. She told me Grampa was tired, too, and to get my picking clothes on and get out there.
I often enjoyed quiet evenings alone with my grandparents watching TV in their living room. Sometimes Gramma would serve a snack of ice cream and Ritz crackers on serving trays with a red gingham pattern.
When I stayed at Gramma's house at 171 N. West Street in Westerville, OH, I would usually share a twin room with my sister upstairs. There were flower boxes in the windows, filled with pots of African Violets. In the summers we would wake to the sound of mockingbirds' songs. Scores of cardinals, blue jays and robins frequented the giant oak trees in the yard.
-- Rob Sanders
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Ruth E Busic
1896 - 1974
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