Posts Tagged ‘deepwell’

December 31, 2015 • I know what you are thinking, another post about Ruby Wood, and this is just not in the way that you think it might be…………..

I’m engaged!!!!

James has asked me to marry him. I’m thrilled, I’m ecstatic but mostly I’m really, really happy.

You know none of this would have happened if it wasn’t for Ruby Wood (who I still keep thinking of as an actual person who exists, its really hard for me not to).
If it wasn’t for the Bequest and the DCI and Columbia we wouldn’t have had the Mental Health Center and James would never have moved to Deepwell.

So I have Ruby Wood et all and all parties involved to thank for my happiness. Well ok, I have myself to thank for that because I have learned so much in the last few years about actually being happy. When I look back to January 2010, it’s surreal. I like myself now and I’m not sure that I did back then. (more…)

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May 1, 2015 •
…And no, she isn’t “all of us” or some similar sentiment. She was real, and she lived in Deepwell, and I know almost all of the story. Grab a cup of tea or some popcorn, and settle in; it’s storytime.

Honestly, I had given up. Padma and I hit a brick wall in our database inquiries a few years ago, and with all the other things going on in town and my PODCare commitments, I just didn’t have the time or the energy to push further. I knew Ruby must be an alias, or a nom de plume, but I wasn’t getting any hits on that name. Then Nora went to France with her French class for their new Study and Care Abroad program. She came back with a charming accent and an iPod full of French music, among other things. The evening she returned home, she hung out in the kitchen with Brian and me, chattering away about the Louvre, and volunteering at l’hôpital, and plugged her iPod into the dock so she could set the mood. While we made supper (bouillabaisse, in Nora’s honor) we listened to Charles Aznavour, and Edith Piaf, and even some Maurice Chevalier. Then the song, “Puits profond de mon coeur,” poured into the room, with a smoky, sad voice. It’s been a long time since my one year of high school French, but even I could recognize the words “deep” and “well.” Oh yeah, Nora exclaimed, I thought that was cool, a French song with “deep well” in the title. It’s by an old singer named Rubi du Bois. I dropped my ladle in shock. It couldn’t be a coincidence!

So now I had a name and a place. Rubi du Bois in Paris, circa 1970, the year the song came out.  Was this really our Ruby?  I learned everything I could about her, depending on Nora and Google to translate as most of the material I found was in French.  The best I could piece together was that Rubi had moved to Paris in the 60s, and, most important, there was a mention of a sister named Evelyn who lived in Chicago.  I knew I was on the right track.  Evelyn must have lived in Deepwell at some point.

There haven’t been that many Evelyns in Deepwell over the years, which helped.  If you’ve lived in Deepwell for as long as MeelieSue and Brian’s parents and a few others have, you may have heard the sad story of Richard and Evelyn Broward.  That family was in the newspaper quite a few times over the years, none of it good.  Out of respect for the family, I’ll not repeat the stories here, but the curious can come down to the library and read the microfiche just like I did.  Just keep in mind that this is someone’s personal history, and there is still a lot of pain out there.

So things being what they are, I have put faces to those long-ago names and I know something that Etta doesn’t, for probably the first time since we both moved to Deepwell, heh. Ruby was originally Rosemary, and she is Etta’s aunt.

Rosemary Alice Carr, aka Rubi du Bois, aka Ruby Wood, died September 12, 2009 in Paris, and was cremated and interred there, the only place she truly felt at home.  Her gift to Deepwell was her attempt to reconcile with her past, and give hope for the future.  There is one other person who plays a part in this story, but I think she needs to tell her side of things for herself.  And no, it’s not Etta.  Although I’m sure Etta has a few questions of her own.

R, if you’re out there and you’re reading this, please speak up.

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Feb 15, 2015 • Emelia gets to stay now that the anti-immigration law has thankfully been repealed. This is such a huge relief!! Particularly since she is teaching my brother how to crochet and knit. He started when he became clean. I guess quitting drugs (and I’m assuming drinking. smoking or anything similar) left him with a bunch of nervous energy and working with his hands and keeping busy (NA meetings at the center) really help. He has gotten really good at it. As a matter of fact I am wearing a huge, snuggly muffler that he made me to keep warm, particularly since I haven’t been running the heater much since we are having an energy shortage.

Well the cat is out of the bag since James and I were spotted walking in downtown Deepwell hand in hand. but it’s ok now, it’s been five months. James and I met at the Deepwell Community Mental Health Center where I am volunteering (earning my rubies!!) and he works as a Psychiatric Social Worker. We don’t really work too closely so it’s not uncomfortable or weird. I’m just really happy right now.

Someone else who seems really happy is Sam. She has joined a Panic Support Group at the Center and participates via their Telemedicine/e-health program, using a webcam and Skype. It has helped her a great deal to have more close interaction with others who have Agoraphobia and Anxiety Disorders. I can’t wait for the day when she can walk right into the center on her own.

Also as some of you know I have decided to start a small non-profit organization bringing therapy animals to the Deepwell Senior Day Center, the Mental Health Center and the Pediatric ward of the hospital in Robertson. It is a lot of work but I have decided to give up some other activities, mainly civic and political, in favor of this, which feels more fulfilling to me. One of the interesting things I have discovered is that several of our clients at the Mental Health Center already have service animals, mainly for Bi Polar Disorder and even a couple for anxiety related issues.

But here is a huge new development, with all this talk of therapy animals, Sam has gotten a therapy dog. It’s a cute Lhasa Apso named Suki. The change in Sam has been amazing! She is even walking Suki up and down her street!!

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Sorry Deepwell

Mar 9, 2010 • I feel really badly about my last post.  I’m really sorry for accusing Deepwell of not caring about me until Ruby’s Bequest.  It’s just plain not true.  It would be easy to blame the crazy mood swings I get from being on Prednisone for my little outburst on this blog, but that wouldn’t be true either.  I am really truly sorry.

Ruby and her bequest has brought up a lot of conflicting emotions for me.  You see before the bequest and this blog, I hadn’t been feeling cared for by this community, but it never occurred to me that it could be any other way.  And then suddenly the people of Deepwell showed this outpouring of support for me and my mom, and I am so so thankful for that!  More than I could ever explain!

But at the same time I started to realize that things didn’t have to be how they had been.  (more…)

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Mar 6, 2010 • I have something to say, and even though it might upset some people here in Deepwell, it REALLY needs to be said.

Don’t get me wrong… I really apprecate how people here have tried to help me since this whole Ruby thing started.  But that’s just the problem.  It’s only been SINCE Ruby’s Bequest!

I’ve been suffering without enough help for quite a long time now, and it seemed no one cared until now!  And if people DID care… well they sure as heck didn’t DO anything about it all this time.  Then Ruby comes along and people suddenly start pretending to care just because they are accused of something in some paper half way accross the country!  Well this town DOESN’T care right!  At least it’s never cared right for ME!!!

So it’s great and all that people are finally starting to take notice.  But it really upsets me that it takes something like Ruby’s Bequest to make people start trying to care.  It’s really just sad.  Especially for me.

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