Wednesday, August 23, 2023
My father, Jack Mullins, worked with Ruby's husband as a Hostler on the Railroad, and became friends along the way. When I was in grade school, I remember meeting Ruby and Wacky for the very first time about 67 years ago when we visited their home in a old northwest neighborhood. Fast forward years later, I saw them on occasions out and about, and remembered her from her days at the bank. She was a gracious lady, and I'm sorry to hear of her passing.