I have so many wonderful memories of Ruby, some of which involve meeting up in various Biergarten with a host of friends, celebrating any occasion at Shelley and Hansi’s in the Hackenstrasse with Alasdair, Conal, and others, watching many a film in English at “Cinema” and then afterwards often sharing a meal at our favorite Kurdish restaurant in Haidhausen, quite a few lunches at Ruby and Alasdair’s former apartment in their (very) compact kitchen after borrowing my latest book/books from their extensive library, and of course, the multitude of phone calls after I left Munich in 2000, up until our last call in December. When Ruby was around there was always plenty of laughter and positive energy, she delighted in finding out how a person viewed the world, it was always interesting and enjoyable to talk to her. Ruby was well-read and very knowledgeable on a myriad of topics and introduced me to so many wonderful authors, films, and interesting viewpoints, which enriched my life. Although she enjoyed discussing any topic, one of her favorites was the politics and history of the USA. We spent many a telephone hour discussing and analyzing the latest political developments in the States, especially during these past 4 years. She was a caring and concerned friend, someone you could confide in and have fun with. She always seemed to have a joke or two handy to lighten the mood, even if they were sometimes a bit silly. Her positive approach to life and the tasks at hand was heartening, especially when things appeared to be somewhat overwhelming. I learned much from Ruby; she was down-to-earth, practical, and offered wise advice, and if needed, a shoulder to cry on. Our telephone time was always 7.00 am my time in Texas, and now I find when I look at the clock and it happens to be 7:00 am, I have to remind myself that Ruby won’t be calling anymore, it’s still hard to grasp. Ruby, I am so thankful that our paths crossed in this life, I miss you dearly.
I have so many wonderful memories of Ruby, some of which involve meeting up in various Biergarten with a host of friends, celebrating any occasion at Shelley and Hansi’s in the Hackenstrasse with Alasdair, Conal, and others, watching many a film in English at “Cinema” and then afterwards often sharing a meal at our favorite Kurdish restaurant in Haidhausen, quite a few lunches at Ruby and Alasdair’s former apartment in their (very) compact kitchen after borrowing my latest book/books from their extensive library, and of course, the multitude of phone calls after I left Munich in 2000, up until our last call in December. When Ruby was around there was always plenty of laughter and positive energy, she delighted in finding out how a person viewed the world, it was always interesting and enjoyable to talk to her. Ruby was well-read and very knowledgeable on a myriad of topics and introduced me to so many wonderful authors, films, and interesting viewpoints, which enriched my life. Although she enjoyed discussing any topic, one of her favorites was the politics and history of the USA. We spent many a telephone hour discussing and analyzing the latest political developments in the States, especially during these past 4 years. She was a caring and concerned friend, someone you could confide in and have fun with. She always seemed to have a joke or two handy to lighten the mood, even if they were sometimes a bit silly. Her positive approach to life and the tasks at hand was heartening, especially when things appeared to be somewhat overwhelming. I learned much from Ruby; she was down-to-earth, practical, and offered wise advice, and if needed, a shoulder to cry on. Our telephone time was always 7.00 am my time in Texas, and now I find when I look at the clock and it happens to be 7:00 am, I have to remind myself that Ruby won’t be calling anymore, it’s still hard to grasp. Ruby, I am so thankful that our paths crossed in this life, I miss you dearly.
