Ruth Kuhfahl

During an afternoon lunch in March at the Adirondack Mountain Coffee Café in Upper Jay with Ruth Kuhfahl, there is hardly a face in the place she doesn’t recognize, though, she tells me, at 95 she often has to say to some, “Now, help me remember where our paths have crossed.”

She knows the table of eight women celebrating a birthday a few steps away.

She stops the waitress to ask her about her son. A friend from church stops by and says she’ll be making muffins Sunday.

Even the one woman Ruth doesn’t