Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Sherry,Deb and Families. I have so many memories of Ron as I was growing up. The time he showed me how to start the old tractor with the hand crank. I think I was about 12. How Ron and my dad were always mixing cement for some project. How your dad had built the biggest Barbeque on the street out of bricks. The time him and Betty let me drive the Cadillac when I got my license. How Ron and my dad fell off of the roof of our garage across the street when they were repairing it. They just looked at each other and laughed. The passion that he showed when he was showing people things that he had built. How we always had parties at your place when we were growing up and him trying to get some sleep because of the shift he was on. The dinners at the church with him and your mom. The story that my dad would have told would have been the time Ron, Everett and my dad tried to take a Donkey into all the neighbors homes. Everytime I drive by the old neighborhood I get these memories from all of our homes. The baseball games in the back field with all of our parents against the kids. We all learned a lot from him.
True memories of him that I will never forget.
dave.
