Ronald Wallace

I remember when we were young tads, Ron, his older Brother Bob, my younger Brother Rick, our Uncle Gary, Bob and Mike Lepper, neighbors of our Grandparents, and I would go to the Sandpit, or the River, or just about anywhere around the countryside, and we worked at a few of the local farms doing odd jobs, getting paid, then eating up our pay at the farm market, or go back to town and hit Sehnert's Bakery, then the Bus Cafe for french fries, then the D&S Market Grill for burgers (at 12 cents each or ten for a buck, ya couldn't go wrong with any of 'em. We had some good times back then, growing up, then drifting off to other worlds. One thing Ron and I have in common that none of the other relatives or former neighbors have, is that He and I are BOTH VIET NAM VETS, and even that brotherhood is shrinking. His Brother Bob and I were closer, but I'm still gonna miss Ron(or, as we called him back then, Ronnie). Say "HI" to all our relatives up there (and we have a lot), and RIP. Your Cousin, Chuck!