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Ronnie was a rebel through and through. Stuff just happened when he was around. Ronnie knew all kinds of people from all over the place. We would visit his friends in Atlanta and hang out at his parent's house on Owltown.
Ronnie had a close family with lots of brothers, sisters, nephews, nieces, and cousins. When Rachel fixed breakfast, she would make a gallon of gravy, a cookie sheet full of biscuits, and scramble a dozen eggs at a time. We would line up to get our food and by the time everyone got a plate, there was nothing left. Ronnie was like a bear and the others were healthy looking so I know they didn't go hungry. Something was always cooking in their kitchen. As an only child, this big family and all of the activity in their home amazed me.
Ronnie was privileged to grow up with two sets of grandparents. This one is Sam.
Sam and Ronnie looked a lot alike - they both had bright blue eyes and high cheekbones. Sam didn't come to the End of the Pavement so we visited him at his home on 180 not far from Dyer's old store. This picture was taken over 30 years ago!
You know when a man gets this close to the motor, he is a serious mechanic. I never remember seeing Ronald at the End of the Pavement but his sons were there all the time.
This man was as good as they come and is missed by everyone that knew him.
Ronnie was a character -- he loved southern rock, wild times, and hound dogs.
Besides being a good looking bunch, Donnie and his siblings never acted fake. That was one reason I liked to hang out with them.
I see Donnie around town now and then. He is just as good looking and friendly as ever.
RL was a cute baby. His mom and dad loved him dearly.
Connie and Tammy were two of the girls. We enjoyed a summer day in the great outdoors.
Connie was a hard worker and had a great sense of humor. Tammy was the sweet one.
She was a good friend, loyal, and funny.
Rachael, better known as Boo Boo, was an energetic, sweet girl.
Mark was the first and only person to take me squirrel hunting. There were so many squirrels in the woods, that I killed one by accident while shooting up through the trees. It came crashing down and hit the ground with a thud. Mark killed a pile and cleaned them for supper. I did not eat them but Mark and his brothers did.
So did I. We both had expensive tastes and liked to indulge ourselves now and then.
We were riding on Russell Scenic and happened to spot a family of bears playing on some rocks. You can't see them in the picture, -- they were too far away.
Ronnie and I watched them until they began to nap, then we went on our way.
I have seen wild bears three or four times since moving to Union County in 1978. Each time is an event to remember.
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