||| BY EILEEN DEAN, KAY GROSSMAN, LIN MCNULTY |||
Orcas Island recently lost a beloved icon when Abby Rueb passed on Monday, October 26, 2021. Our memories of this beautiful, gifted, impish little dickens kicked into overdrive, prompting us to recall and share some stories.
We were all working at The Islands Sounder when we met back in the ‘early days,’ (which is also the latter days of the last century, right after Ted and Key Grossman bought a ‘shopper’ publication on Orcas and turned it into an actual newspaper). A somewhat novel Burger & Beer Book Club* (B&BBC) somehow erupted from that mutual employment.
We started a “Memory Book” at our second BB&BC* gathering that we used for keeping club meeting minutes. Everyone wrote something in it. Abby wrote, “I’m up for getting old together. We can rock our chairs on the veranda of our villa in Italy!”
According to the “minutes,” the Beer & Burger Book Club* first met in 2000 (although some said Jan. 2001). The last meeting was July 29, 2016. Our membership requirements were—you had to have worked at The Sounder in the early days, and be female.
As Kay reflects on what forged the Book & Beer Burger Club* friendships, “I have to smile at the fond memories of the all-nighters at press deadline time, the hilarious typos and misprints, everyone pitching in and doing some of everything, the communal meals, the kids pouring into the office when school let out wanting money for snacks at Con’s, the kids bedded down in their sleeping bags. The banter, teasing, the nicknames, the shenanigans.
At our meeting on October 8, 2013, Abby told us she and Rollie were going on a PB&J Road Trip. Rollie had just retired. They hit the road heading east and south, as the spirit moved them, stopping for peanut butter and jelly lunch picnics as they went.
Abby was multi talented—she had a well deserved reputation as a great cook/chef– often being recognized as “the best cook on the island.” Many enjoyed the bounty of her table. She loved to entertain, and the meals were always sumptuous. For a while she wrote a food column for the Sounder. It included helpful tips, and was laced with humor. She could laugh at herself.
She was such a people person. She thrived and sparkled around people, and having lived here most of her life, she knew everyone. One Fourth of July Ted, Abby and Kay went to the Salmon Barbecue. As they wound their way through the tables to find seats, Abby stopped at every table to greet people, give a hug, have a chat. Ted and Kay joined a tourist couple at a table with extra seats. Having observed them all come in and Abby working the crowd, they asked if Abby was “the mayor.” Ted said, “Pretty much.”
In more recent years when we would meet for lunch to catch up with each other, it was the same thing. It took Abby so long to reach the table because she had to have a visit with the other diners, and as new guests arrived she would have to wave, call out a greeting. Good thing we arrived in separate cars because Abby stopped at all the tables of newly arrived diners to have a chat on the way out. We were on our way home before she got out the door.
Among Abby’s talents was, of course, the theater. She had a masters degree in Theater Arts, was a costume designer, wonderful actor and is remembered for her roles in community theater productions. She was a nun in Nunsense at Orcas Center, and she could do a spectacular Mae West. And whatever there is between the piety of nuns and the raunch of Mae West, she was equally adept. She could belt out a bawdy tune and had the moves to match. She could dance!!
Abby was the most generous person—sharing hospitality, reaching out to newcomers, getting people together, making them feel good. She was someone people easily opened up to and poured their hearts to. On the phone during her last hospitalization Abby was including the nurse in her room in the conversation. Even then she was telling how wonderful the nurses were and how they took such excellent care of her, referencing some personal details indicating that she had touched their life as she had theirs. She was sure to make them feel valued and appreciated. She was a class act.
Eileen Dean recalls her first memories moving to Orcas, entertwined with Abby, and on Orcas: “We sold a beautiful Victorian home in Utah at an awful loss about 32 years ago in order to move here. We had a piece of land here, the foundation had been poured, and we arrived with a sheep herder wagon, a campaign tent, and skills.
“About four months later I started working at The Sounder. Abby asked where we lived; as it happened she passed our place every day. Is that YOU she said, with her special eye roll, oh my! I was in survival mode and Abby got that right away. Her kindness, and that of the wonderful Sounder staff saved my bacon.
“It is my best memory of her,” Eileen recalls. “There were invitations to events at her place, the odd cake, a little birthday treasure. But mainly it was her support and laughter that helped me through those early days here. I was a recipient of her largesse from year one on Orcas Island.”
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This video clip has nothing to do with previously working at The Sounder and has no bearing on the B&BBC, but it captures Abby Rueb perfectly.
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*Not even Abby could ever resolve what BB&BC actually stood for; we knew it was burgers, books, or beer but could never determine (or agree upon) in what order those Bs should be. It was something unique to each person, whether highlighting the beer, or the burgers, or the books.
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What wonderful memories! I wish I had known her. Lucky that she had friends like you all.
What a great tribute to Abby…thank you Lin, Eileen and Kay. Memories are the best….and a treat for us who have only been here 20- years- and thought-we- were- becoming-0ld-timers. Other scenes of the OIEF challenge are so good. Lance, you look the same age now as then (when was that??)
Let’s keep having FUN….
I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! Thank you, Kay, Eileen and Lin. Bon voyage, Abby. I suspect you are off to grand new adventures somewhere, cooking up a storm and laughing so loudly.
I love reading about our dear friend. Such a joy. Here’s mine.
My dear sweet friend, Abby.
I recall the day we met. On the ferry. I had my laptop up working on a brochure for 4 Winds. Telling the camp’s story. Past. Present. Future. You came walking from behind. Saw a photo on my screen. It was probably a shot of Jack Helsell, his brother and some guy that we never identified in cowboy hats sitting on a fence in the 1930s. Orcas. You stopped and asked who we were and what were we doing. I said we were helping Paul and the camp substantially increase the size of their endowment by the time the camp turns 100 in 2027 to help kids who can’t afford to go to camp go to camp.
Little did I know who I was talking to that day, but I knew this. You were a woman with an enormous heart who was gonna be a helluva lot of fun to be with. The kindness in your words. The joy in your laughter. It resonated.
A short time later, I was asked to a book club as a guest. Later I realized it was an interview to join that revered group. I only knew Jay at that time. It was the Men’s Eating, Drinking and Reading Club. The book was The Wright Brothers by David McCullough, and it was hosted at David’s house. I gravitated towards Rollie. We talked so much that I soon became self-conscious of not engaging with the others. He mentioned your name for the first time. I then realized he was the lucky guy married to you. That amazing woman that I recently met. No wonder I connected with him.
And then the food. The cooking. Our shared love of it. Both finding joy in making other people happy through the simple act of sharing a meal and conversations at a table with those that you love. A thing that takes hours and days to prepare. Gone in an instant. Except the lingering joy you’ve left in their souls. You know what I’m talking about, girl.
Sharing the same birthdate of my true love. Marcela. The last meal the four of us shared together. The last gathering before the pandemic. Her 50th. Your 78th. I cooked a corned beef tongue at your request. At your house. Marcela made a cake that she learned from you. What a glorious evening.
I know you’ve had a long, hard journey over the last few years. I know it’s been full of gratitude, laughter and pain. I’m honored to have been a small part of that ride. The shared meals. The bottles of champagne. The many bottles of champagne. Around a fire pit. Cold weather. Cursing. Loving.
These last years, you and I have had many of conversations of Rollie. Concerns. Promises. Be sure that I will look out for my friend. Your love. Your everything. Be sure of that. No questions.
The last thing you said to me last Wednesday before you said “Let’s party” was “I love you. You come back now.”
To that I say, I will never leave you. No need to come back. I will always carry you with me. I love you Abby Rueb. You have touched my soul. You are everything to me and so many of us. Goddess.
Abby Rueb was so gracious to my family. My Grandpa and Grandma sold Driftwood Ranch to Charlie and Pat Arnt back in the mid 1940’s. The Arnt’s and the Dodd’s remained lifelong friends. Abby and my mother (Sally Dodd Hall) were friends and stayed acquainted with each other allowing my Mom and I to come back to Driftwood ranch all those years and see where my Mom had grown up, her bedroom at the top of those narrow stairs that went up from the kitchen and sit on Marshmellow Beach and reimagining Abby and my Mom playing together.
Abby continued to extend her hospitality to myself and my daughter Caitlin and my grandsons Tripp and Gavin! She understood the importance of home and place for family. We are indebted to her for her grace and joy.
May God continue to comfort the Rueb and Arnt families. I know how much you must miss her.
With deep love and affection and gratefulness for a life shared fully with others.
Welcome Baby Abby! You have a name to live up to!!!! Fair winds beloved.
Love,
Becky Hall Karschney