My Aunt Ruthie used to make the best pickles ever.
Ruthie was my mom’s sister, and she died a few years back in a car accident that left us all sad and shaken and filled with memories. I remember her dry humor and her sharp intellect and her voracious reading habits. I remember her never-ending kindness and resilience. And I remember her pickles.
Ruthie always gave me a jar of pickles whenever she m…