Condolences
I would like to send my condolences to bev and all his family! Ron was not only my neighbor but one of my best friend! He was always there to protect me! We have laughed and cried together! One of my fondest memories is when Ron brought an alarm clock to mr. Bilton class at school and he set the timer to go off as if the bell rang for recess, well it rang, and we all jumped up, ranran out with Bilton chasing us! I know we were being naughty, but , it was so much fun! Another memorable time is in spring of 1952 Ron an I were outside playing basketball and we both jumped up to get the ball and my nose hit his chest real hard and broke my nose! It is still broken! It was so good to see him and bev last September and shared memories and enjoy our friendship! I will miss him! Janeen vance gough
A story submitted by Ron's brother, Eldredge; related to him by an acquaintance as he drove his bus one day:
Recently he said they’d been to visit family in Rosemary the previous week-end and in the course of the conversations they’d had there, his Grandfather, Gary related the following events of his youth.
When he was young, one of the things they used to do to raise funds for scouting was to host boxing matches. On one such occasion the provincial boxing champ, who was a guy from Gleichen, was slated to fight someone from Rosemary; only this local person was unable to fight. Instead, Gary Norton was selected to face-off with him. Gary however, didn’t think he was any match for this fighter and was not interested in getting severely beat up by him, and so it was decided he would instead, choose another local youth to fight. He went to the home of the selected youth and woke him up, hauled him out of bed and to the ring to fight, much to the displeasure of said youth! Well, as it turned out he might just as well have fought the Gleichen fighter because, he took one heck of a licking at the hands of the youth.
Brody started his tale by asking me, “Do you have a brother Ron?”
Our deepest condolences Bev and family. We always got a big "Howdy Neighbor" and huge smile whenever we saw Ron. My favourite memory is of raking hay on a hot (85F+) day with no cab tractors going around the field and every time Ron and I meet he had the biggest smile and a huge wave. For me on that day it was a task to get finished but I realized for Ron it was something he truly loved - being a farmer. Great memories!!! Our thoughts and prayers are with you. Ace and Elena
A brother's memory...
My Big Brother
Once, when I was just a lad
Out playing in the school yard
Among the children there I found
The roughest kind of men abound
Being of a gentle mien,
And kind of overweight to boot,
I often was the butt of jokes
And suffered bullies’ shoves and pokes
One day, at lunch, I do recall
I braved the toughest of the tough.
A guy, as mean as mean can be,
Down on the ground, he hammered me.
But as I struggled…for my life
Across the yard, I heard the cry!
Hope quickened as I saw him run;
The bully stopped what he’d begun.
And then across the field he fled
A bigger one in hot pursuit
Then and there, for all to see,
My big brother rescued me
What little lessons of this life
Reflect for us all to see
Eternal principles sublime
Mirrored darkly here in time.
Once again now, here below
We all face the bully’s throng
Again we must decide what’s true
Who’ll be on the Lord’s side, who?
Again, I find myself half dead
Stranded in this mortal state
When the reality set in
I found myself trapped in sin.
Am I lost…a mournful soul;
Doomed and lost forever more?
Answers came on bended knee
My big brother’s rescued me.
In the scriptures, we are told,
By the prophets, new and old
Who it is who paid the price
All things testify of Christ.
By Douglas Smith
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