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I am going to miss you Uncle Sky King. Thank you for everything you taught me, without saying a word.
Katie,
My friendship with Ron was a long, short 5 years. I had heard about this guy crashing in the mountains and making it. I actually went up to Corporate Air to find this person and shake his hand. But he was gone flying. Then I got to know Gary after coming back from the airline and going to work for Edwards. Then behold there was the chance to ܀ only meet Ron but hire him also. Perfect situation. He was always thinking about how to make things better. The only downside of this was keeping him on one idea at a time..ha..After many times of trying to find him, and where is he now, I finally learned. I am Ron's age and we had a lot in common. He would listen to me talk about Viet Nam and all the airplane stories I had from that little experience. I spent many hours with him as you know. We didn't always agree but we could argue and walk away laughing. He was a good person Katie and I am proud to have known him and say, "Yes, I know Ron Woltermann. He is MY friend." My goal in life is try to follow his footsteps and if I can get people to respect me like they felt for Ron, then you have really completed your life.. 400+ people don't come to a service in a blizzard for show.They were his FRIENDS. Alan Lee
I just wanted to share a Ron story and let you know what a neat man we thought he was. While my mom, Vi Ekle, was in the hospital recovering from knee surgery in Billings, Ron took the time to bring her flowers. As he walked toward us he looked more like Prince Charming. Dressed with suit and tie and carring flowers to brighten Mom's day. He was a caring and thoughtful man. All of us loved when Ron would stop in Columbus and always enjoyed his music. Ron knew what mattered in life and I know that he has set a good example for Travis, who is also a gentleman like his Dad. He will be missed and I am just sure that Larry is really happy to see him again.
What a gentleman. Ron was a man that contributed to making his community better, to making those around him more comfortable, to looking at the good in us all. My first memory was 1990 after working my first "boat float" as a Police Officer in Columbus. The 307 rocked all night...fun, fights and everything in between. We got everyone home, no one went to jail that night and when that was accomplished Ron hollered at me as I was trying to make my way home..."get that uniform off, you deserve a beer after this". I went home, got some regular clothes on and he and I sat outside the old 307 and had a beer. Cheers to you Ronnie...the world will not be the same without you.
I have known Ron for the past 3 or so years, since coming to work for Edwards Jet Center, and have had the absolute honor of flying with him for the past year. Ron had such a presence about him, and your day couldn't help but become a good day the moment he walked in the room. "Hey, Stonewall!" he'd say to me everytime he saw me. He thought it was "Pretty damn funny" (in his words) to call me Stonewall Jackson. He gave me the opportunity of my lifetime when he added me to the flight crew at Edwards Jet Center. I, like everyone else he met, have a thousand Ron stories logged away now safely in my memory. A couple of my favorites I will tell here... Like Kevin had said, never assume ANYTHING when talking to Ron! My husband and I were in the neighborhood one night and saw Ron out working on his Superbee and decided to stop to say hi. He asked if we wanted a beer, and we told him we were fine. Well, after much bickering back and forth, we gave in and decided to have a one with him. He goes inside to get what I assumed would be a beer, and comes back with his keys and wallet, and says he'll be right back from the store with some beer He wouldn't accept anything less than us waiting for him so we could sit and drink together. Another time, he and I were in Thermopolis, WY on a company trip. As it was forecast to be a nice summer day, I had brought my bathing suit to go spend the day in the hot springs. Ron had said that it must be illegal for him to wear anything less than full pants at all times, and decided to stay at the airport all day (which he did almost everyday). I come back a few hours later to find him in coveralls (that he had gotten from some mechanic at the airport) and was in progress fixing the airport tractor! Once it was finished, he proceeded to spend the next 2 hours mowing the weeds along the runway. He would always find some crazy stuff to do to help somebody out. Anytime we'd go anywhere in uniform, he's say "Oh Geez, they're gonna think the Jehovahs Witness have arrived. Start swearing, Stonewall, before we get lynched! Hey, that's pretty damn funny!" He lovingly talked all the time about his Little Buddy Nate and Shady Katie and always had some crazy story about the moon or stars or airplanes or something. The man was an infinate source of knowledge and an amazing musician. I will truly miss my friend and mentor.
Ron, I'll never forget you. And EJC isn't going to get rid of our redecorating quite yet, I'm going to finish all those projects that we had planned on doing and hadn't actually gotten around to doing yet. I thank you for the believing in me and giving me the opportunity to fly with you and the rest of the EJC crew, I promise I won't let you down. I want thank you for everything that you've done for me. Keep em guessing up there Ron!
Why?
We all ask why and search for answers, far beyond our reach. If we’re to learn from all life’s pain, what is this meant to teach?
Why a man of music and friend to all he knew? Why a man who gained respect every time he flew? Why a man who shared his skills, his sharp and curious mind? He taught us all with patience, corrections always kind. Why a man who made us laugh, who lived life in the whole? Why a man of courage, an old and loving soul?
We struggle with the questions, but as confusion grows, perhaps we can take comfort trusting Ron already knows.
To Family and Friends of Ron,
First I would like to express my deepest sympathy to the family and friends of Ron. Ron had a big influence on my life during my high school days in Columbus and college days after high school. I remember many days and nights when my friend Todd Woltermann and I would go to Ron's house and help him with projects and listen to him play the piano and sing. I also remember the times when he, Todd and myself would take an ocassional airplane ride. He was funny, always smiling, and always will to listen to kids and help us. Our paths did not cross much in later years, but I will always remember the influence he had on my life. I thank him for that.
Sincerely,
Dennis Gerke
Columbus High School Class of 1979
Currently Superintendent of Schools in Centerville, Montana
Ron's little buddy Nate said with all the wisdom of a young child, "Papa's not dead, he's just sleeping in the stars." And I think it's true. I'll never again see another star, planet, sunrise or set, or the moon without thinking of Ron's love for the universe away from this "mothership". And I'll be glad for the fact that now he can spend eternity among his beloved stars.
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Ron, I miss you...
I miss my pal...
Road trip! Ron and I decided to travel to Missoula. My son Bryson (Ron's nephew) was attending the U of M at that time--we'd talked more than once about visiting him and his friends, the Griz had a home football game, and the time had finally come. I was preparing to go with an estimated time of departure in mind we had previously discussed. When the time was nearing, I called to check in. Ron had gotten a bit side-tracked, was repairing something at Edwards, and wouldn't be long. A while later, I checked in again. He had stopped by to pick up a part for a project, was on his way home, and wouldn't be long. I checked in a while later, and he was visiting with a neighbor about a problem he was having with his plumbing, was going to throw some things together, clean up a bit, and wouldn't be long. Some time later he arrived at the house and we climbed in my vehicle. On the road at last! As we hit the interstate I was nervously thinking a call to Bryson was in order to let him know we had gotten a late start. We climbed over the overpass past the Laurel exit, and Ron looked at me, pointed north and said (not just a little perplexed and somewhat "miffed"), "You missed Curt's!" (Saloon). I had made a fatal error--I had forgotten I was on "Ron" time! In an attempt to make up for my serious blunder, we stopped at Pop's Inn in Park City and the Atlas in Columbus. While I gassed up in Livingston, he ran in for a quick one at a nearby tavern ("Come in here, Paula, there's some people I want you to meet--these guys are GREAT!") We later stopped at the Rockin' R Bar and the Cat's Paw in Bozeman where we ran into Joe and Arnie Bowers who we hadn't seen in years. Approximately 7 1/2 hours from our Billings departure, we arrived in Missoula. I was the designated driver and had the sheer pleasure of watching my brother doing what he did best--enjoying the journey. Later in the weekend he cooked up one of his famous breakfast feasts at Bryson's house, smiling, joking, cracking more eggs as the crowd steadily grew from passers-by who smelled the bacon.
Last Christmas Eve, Neal and I were at our bar, The Monte Carlo,finishing up some bookwork and were just about ready to head home when Ron and a friend of his walked in. There was never a time I would give up a chance to sit and have a drink or two with Ronnie. So, we sat and had a few drinks, talked and laughed alot. It was probably around 5:00 or 5:30 PM, and Ron called Cathie. He tells her he's at the Monte having a few drinks with us and chatted awhile. Then, I hear him say to her, "So, what do you want for Christmas?" I was sure I would probably hear a little yelling or maybe complete silence from Cathie's end, but instead I heard hysterical laughter!! Talk about 2 people made for each other!!
Ron, I love ya man and will miss ya bad!!
Your cousin, Dianne LaFever
I miss you every second of every single day.
Many people have asked me for a copy of my message at Ron's memorial service. Here it is.
The expression, "There just are no words" has never been more true than today. We all hope that while we live in this world, we'll make some sort of an impact, some contribution. The man we are honoring here today did exactly that, without ever even trying. Anyone who met Ron knew in 30 seconds or less that someone very special just entered their life forever. Ron never just met you. He became a part of you. There were no topics that didn't interest Ron. He'd sit and tell me all about how to build a rocket. He'd tell me all about airplanes and every detail of aviation. The weather. Clouds. The moon. The stars. The planets. Scientific facts. Scientific theories. Sometimes I'd look at him and say, "Babe, I have absolutely no idea what the hell you're even talking about. And Ronald, actually how would I even know you're not just making this stuff up as you go along?" He'd just laugh at me and say, "Little Shady Katie you crack me up. I'm pretty sure some of it's true, but damn! Sounded good, didn't it!!" One day Ron was working out front and I noticed two Jehovah Witnesses strolling up to him and they all started talking. I knew immediately, "Oh oh. This oughta be good." Half an hour or so later Ron hollered in, "Shady Katie, let's fry up some pork chops. We've got company for supper." That turned into a very long night. And they still stop by often, but I've noticed they never bring any bibles or brochures. Countless times I've heard Ron gabbing away on the phone and 20 or 30 minutes later I'd say, "Hey babe, who was that?" He'd say something like, "That was a guy selling something and guess what? Turns out his second cousin flies airplanes and landed in Billings just a few years ago. I got his name and number and I think I'll give him a call some time." I'd say, "Ronald, you mean that was a telemarketer?" He'd say, "Yah, I guess that's what you call it." My response was always the same......"Oh Lord." I knew there was a good chance I'd be needing more pork chops. These are just a couple stories, but trust me, I could tell a thousand. I hope that many of you will share some stories and memories today. It's important for me to let you all know something about Sunday night [December 7] when Ron left us. Ron said he was tired and wanted to light a fire, lay down on the couch, and watch some football. The Christmas lights were on, the fire burning, it was warm and cozy. I was holding his hand asking him if he needed anything. He said, "No Katie, I'm doin great." A moment later he was asleep and let out one large breath. I tried to wake him up to no avail. I pumped on his chest as best I could, but I couldn't wake him. I have now been told by doctors that Ron was gone in 3 seconds or less, and had no pain. Ronald, you will never be forgotten. I was my absolute honor to even know you. It was God's greatest gift to me to have you as my husband. I have loved you for 18 years, and I will love you always with all my heart and soul. You live within me, babe. I can't thank all of you individually today. But the miracles so many of you have performed for me since Sunday are cherished and I am so grateful to each of you. Ron has a special little buddy named Nate who is here today. Nate, you have a guardian angel forever. Papa loved you so much and always will. Heaven must really be something today. More music. More stories. And more laughter. Perhaps even one more angel. When someone dies and leaves us all behind for awhile, we often say we will never forget him. We will never forget Ron because he wasn't just a good man who has left us. Ron Woltermann is a legend. Thank you, God, for sharing this man with us.
Katie
Proud wife of Ron
A couple of years after we moved into our new house, we were unlucky enough to have a chimney fire. Black smoke blanketed the neighborhood for a full block and flames were shooting out of our chimney.
We knew we had a BIG problem and since Ron was the Firechief we decided to call him to see what we should do. He was also a city councilman and we had to call him out of that meeting.
When Jim asked him what to do for a chimney fire, he said "I'll be right there".
A couple of minutes later we heard the faint, but getting louder, sounds of the firetrucks. Sure enough, they stopped in front of the house, lights flashing,sirens wailing.
Firemen were swarming around the house,assessing the situation as Jim was yelling "you don't need your axes".
Meanwhile, Firechief Ron walks in the front door, down the stairs, throws something into our woodstove and THEN proceeds to sit down and play a few tunes on the piano.
Several minutes later the fire crew was looking for their chief and he played for them while the fire was being smothered in the wood stove....... Good Stuff, little brother.
Mom in MN
What a great son-in-law. Great man, great friend, and most of all great husband to my Katie.
Neil and I will always remember our day in Acton with Ron. His piano playing kept the place jumping for 10 hours. I only hope he continues his piano playing on his journey.
Katie, you were one lucky girl to have shared your life with Ron. We were all lucky to have him as a part of our family.
Ron and I were in Helena, MT on an overnight trip, and since we weren't leaving the next day until late in the afternoon, Ron wanted to go downtown and get a beer. So we walked around the downtown for a while, and then stopped at a little bar there. The first of many! We got back to the hotel about 5 hours later after stopping and having a beer in what I think must have been every bar in downtown Helena. At every one, Ron gave the bartender a tip in the form of a dollar bill folded up into a little frog...And in typical Ron form, he refused to let me pay for a single round. At the last bar (the Brewhouse that was near our hotel) he ordered some hot wings that had something to do with 'fire' in the title. He wolfed down a couple and told me with a completely straight face that they weren't hot at all and that I should have a few. About the time I refused, he swallowed down a whole beer in about 2 swallows and said "Damn, those are some hot wings! I thought if I could hold a straight face long enought that you'd just dive right in!" Thanks Ron. He boxed them up later and said that he'd "finish em later" in his room. Right... We sure had some fun times.
I remember very clearly when Ronnie (sorry, Ronnie will always be “Ronnie” to me) was born. Mary Lou and I were, what, about 9 years old and were playing out by my dad’s shop and Git drove up in his red jeep and yelled out, “Mary Lou, you’ve got a new baby brother!” We were both pretty excited; I guess I always sort of thought of Ronnie and Paula as my younger brother and sister too.
I remember Ronnie as a kid as always gentle, kind, always with a smile; in fact, a smile that made you think that he was thinking of something funny. I didn’t get to see Ronnie so much after he grew up, but enough to know he was the same.
A number of years ago, Ronnie called me when he was in San Francisco. He wanted to know where to go listen to music. I right away told him to go to Boz Scagg’s place, Slim’s, South of Market. (whew, to think I even knew of a place to tell him to go!) I think he thought I was much “hipper” than I was. I always hoped that he thought that!
I’m just so terribly sorry. So many are so much better off for having Ronnie in their lives.
I promise to sing for you every day.
When my family moved to Casper, Wyoming (ugh) a few months back, Ronnie heard about where I was living...he said, "Oh, I was in Casper for about three weeks one day." Obviously not his favorite place either!!
This is in reference to the story by MaryLou Hoover. I do remember Uncle Ronnie coming to our home He was bent over, hands on knees, laughing hysterically and proceeded to fall to his knees on the grass. You see, Columbus is a very small town, my parents had just built our home and it was the largest on the block. People came in droves to see our house burn down. Ronnie knew what would happen when the fire trucks rumbled down the streets of Columbus and we were no exception. That was a good one Uncle Ronnie
In the 80's I had a little bakery in Columbus. It wasn't very lucrative, but I liked rolling in dough, and as long as I made the rent every month, I was fairly content.
At the time, Ron was working at the mine. One day, he strolled into the shop and said he'd had an idea. When he went to work every afternoon, how about if I made up a batch of donuts, he's stop by and pick them up on his way, put them in the break room. He'd put a coffee can there, and the miners could deposit their 50 cents for a donut. Every afternoon, he'd stop in for the donuts, bring the monty, and off he'd go. It went along like that for several weeks, and we were both quite pleased with his great idea...until one day, somebody at the mine decided no vendors could be allowed on the premises, and that was the end of our great business venture. I recall he was pretty disgusted with their 'wet blanket' attitude and felt bad that it didn't work out.
I'll never forget that. There was nothing in it for him except maybe an occasional cinnamon roll, and yet it seemed to make him happy doing it. What a kind, thoughtful, funny person he was. Wherever he is, I hope he cntinues to teach us lessons on how to live and how to treat each other.
Mary Kuehn
I first met Ron in 1969 when we both started flight school in Missoula, Montana to learn to be commercial pilots. Ron and I were best friends and I now remember that as two of the best years of my life. We were both doing something we really loved and having a great time. After flight school, we both went our separate ways, but we always stayed in touch over the years.
I remember going to work at the FAA Office in Helena, one cold February morning in 1990. One of my co-workers came into my office and told me that Ron's airplane had gone down the night before, on February 21, 1990 on a flight between Kalispell and Great Falls. He had reported an engine problem, and had a several minute conversation with the air traffic controller. His airplane then disappeared off radar somewhere over the wilderness Southeast of Kalispell. I had to say things didn't look good! This occurred at night, in the middle of winter, in bad weather, over one of the roughest wilderness areas in the country.
But Ron, being Ron, decided to prove all of us "doomsayers" wrong. At 9 am the next morning, a search plane spotted the wreckage of the aircraft and at around 2 pm, a medivac helicopter, plucked Ron off the top of a mountain and returned him to safety. The most amazing thing was that the worst injuries he had were scratches and bruises.
I remember listening to the tape of the conversation between Ron and the air traffic controller. I was amazed how anyone could remain so calm in such a dire emergency. Some days later, I had a chance to sit down with Ron and hear exactly what happened. This was such an amazing story, I decided to write an article for our FAA newsletter. This article attracted a lot of attention and was later published in three national aviation publications. The title of the article was "Miracle Pilot".
The gist of that article was that the reason Ron survived an almost un-survivable accident, was that he refused to give up even under the most dire of circumstances any pilot could imagine. He summoned every bit of his guts, knowledge, training, and experience to make an amazing series of decisions, each of which, eventually contributed to his survival.
One of the things I remember Ron saying was that after he lost contact with the air traffic controller, he started talking to himself. The conversations went something like this: "Well Ron, it appears that you've gotten yourself into some kinda fix. You've paid your dues to get here. When you get down to the ground, I don't know what you are going to see, but whatever you see it's going to be spectacular, so you had better keep your eyes open."
Ron did keep his eyes open, because one of the things he did was to use the airplane's rudder to dodge the tree trunks he saw in his landing lights, as he came down through the trees! Talk about not giving up! It's also one of the decisions that may have saved his life. Ron was indeed that "Miracle Pilot".
There are many things that I remember about Ron. We all remember how extremely talented Ron was in so many ways. But more importantly, he always used his talents to gift others.
I remember how, whenever Ron would meet someone, he would instantly have a new friend.
We could all take a lesson from how Ron would always look for ways to do caring things for others.
But I think the thing I will probably remember most about Ron, was just how much fun he was to be around. How he had that uncanny ability to bring sunshine to a cloudy day. It just wasn't possible to be unhappy when Ron was around. He brought a lot of sunshine into all of our lives. We will miss you Ron!
We know you are all right Ron, but there a lot of us that will be hurting for a while. We will miss you Ron!........Jim Cooney
The following was written by Ronnie in 2005 for a family Woltermann book. He was so proud of himself and Katie says that he would read a section for her to see how it sounded. Katie always would respond, "Ron, I just don't know that what your writing is what they're looking for."
Some of my early childhood perceptions were confusing. Of my four grandparents, two spoke very little English. One was confined to a bed because someone had taken her legs. One was a man with lots of white hair growing out of his nose.
I was one of four offspring of Git and Agnes. I had an older brother Gary, and an older sister, Mary Lou. I don't recall much of their existence or their relevance for that matter. I also had a younger sister, Paula. For awhile there, I really thought I had the world by the buttocks. Then she showed up. I kept wondering if this miniature carbon based life form was ever going to grow hair (looked like a little Uncle Fester). Little did I know she would become my pal and comrade while trying to survive the elements.
I was very small when I held our pet bird a little too tight, causing it to pass on. "A tightly held grip from a little right hand sent that little yellow bird to the Promised Land."
When I was about four, I slipped and broke a bottle of Karo Syrup. Some of the glass broke off and cut into my stomach. I told mom that I feared death was imminent, and I relayed my concern and love for her. Mom and I grew a bit closer that day. Today, I carry that scar on my stomach and I now know that some scars are a good thing.
Once while still very young I took Gary's American Flyer electric train to the sandbox and ruined it. I was recently reminded about that, after fifty years! (Let it go, Gar. Let it go).
Once my mom invited a little old lady over for a visit. A little old lady with a little old pickup. This woman hadn't taken a bath since the Persian Empire was poppin'. It was brutal. Why our house? Why not meet in the park? (or Afghanistan??) I retreated to the bedroom and found Paula under the bed with a bandana over her nose. What the hell was that all about?
Uncles, aunts and cousins lived throughout the neighborhood. Dear Old Uncle Art took time to play a board game (Uncle Wiggly) with me. I'll never forget it. There was never a lack of adventure at the Holten household.
One day, word had it that Miss Brothers was coming to town to give us piano lessons. This lent to the idea that I should run away and live in another part of the world. I surmised that if I made it to the north plateau, I'd be home free. Mom was in pursuit in a 1956 Lincoln. My cousin Linda overtook me and placed me in a bear hug and yelled, "I got him, Agnes!" I knew my journey had come to an end. In that instance, I ceased to exist as "Cousin Ron", and became a netted catch.
Mom's love of music and Miss Brothers' teaching talents resulted in a myriad of people taking up the piano.
Nothing can screw up a young person's mind quicker than being forced into square dancing and catechism. "Mix, mix!" Agnes would say (her word for socializing). At a time when my mind searched for the meaning of life, the universe and the possibilities of multi-dimensions, we were forced to partake in some rhythmic ceremonial ritual. What the hell was that all about?
After spending nine months of captivity in the old two-story elementary school, we were then required to attend catechism, or "summer school." Catechism is a word with hidden meaning - "Let's brainwash the little s.o.b.'s."
One day at recess we were playing Red Rover when they sent Joe Heily running over to break through our hand-held line. At the last second, Joe did a fake out, missed the hands and ran over one of the "penguins." The sight of that nun going ass-over-teakettle makes me misty-eyed even today. On that day, Joe became my hero, and I learned that behind every cloud there really is a silver lining.
Recalling my days of rocketry makes me smile. My cohorts (expediatiary force) included Johnny Hungerford, Tommy Egemo, Dave and Mike Phares. Rocketry taught me much about life. You build a vessel with all expectations of flight, only to discover that sometimes it's not meant to be. Some fizzled, some purveyed an intention of a good launch only to vaporize soon after liftoff. But...oh the ones that soared! The sense of exploration, accomplishment and exhilaration, especially the astro frogs I sent skyward. One, in particular, had absolutely no interest in my exploration of the unknown. But once retrieved after a flight, had no interest in leaving his space capsule either.
Life makes many strange twists and turns, some good, some tragic. The losing of loved ones reminds us how fortunate we are to have loved ones here and now. And I've learned that it would be a terrible waste if we didn't learn from the hard times as well as the good.
One night in 1990, the freight airplane I was piloting lost all power and I wasn't sure if I would survive the "landing." I came to the realization that material things are insignificant. Only people matter. I've been so fortunate to have met so many good people and to have made so many good friends.
ALL IN ALL, SHE'S BEEN ONE HELL OF A PARTY!!
Written by Ron Woltermann
Geez, a month already...it feels like I saw him just yesterday...
Wow... what a neat blog! I don't have any great stories to tell like so many here. But every meeting I ever had with Ron was such a positive experience. He was something special.
In my 41 years on this planet, I've NEVER met anyone else that REAL! Most of us go through life with with whatever baggage and/or fears that we've allowed to tag along, affecting how we see things and how we interact with others. It's just human nature. Ron no-doubt lived the same get-out-of-bed everyday, up-and-down life that the rest of us live, but somehow he seemed to REALLY BELIEVE that he was the luckiest man alive. Cause that’s how he acted, every single day.
Truly an amazing man! We talked often of "getting together" and our paths just didn't cross enough. But I'll cherish the handful of times that it did and luckily, I can tap into my friendship with Paula to keep hearing the stories of his life -- each one more hilarious and amazing than the next. I told Paula that Ron had "aced" the test that is this life. I guess he was needed on the other side -- probably to teach them how it's done.
Ron may have been preceded by pilots with bigger names and marks in the record books, but I'll bet he's God's copilot now. Is there ANYONE you'd rather fly with than Cap'n Ron? God Bless You Ron... we were blessed to have known you. And thank you Katie and the rest of his family for sharing him with us.
P.S. I’ll never look at the drudgery of mowing my lawn the same way again due to the stories of him seemingly taking every opportunity to mow someone else’s grass. There must be SOMETHING great that I missed the last time I did it and I intend to find-out that is.
Ron, you were like salve for my soul.
I think Ron would appreciate this picture!
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I'm missing you Uncle Ronnie!
Rowd said 1 month ago
Ron buddy I miss you!
lyndakay said 1 month ago
I never knew anyone who was so knowledgable on so many different topics, and with whom I could sit and talk for literally hours. The best part, however, was when you played the piano for us. You'll always be one of the people I most loved and respected, and I'll miss you more than I can say. God bless. Lynda Kester
MTNative said 1 month ago
To ALL of Ron's family - we were shocked and extremely saddened to learn of his passing. Such a huge loss for all who ever knew Ron. Our love and prayers go out to you all as you deal with your grief. Barb & Corky Kem (Columbus, MT & Emmaus PA)
Yellowstone/Stillwater guy said 1 month ago
Ron. Thanks for everything. Some of the best times of my life are when you dragged out the silent movies and played the piano for us at the grand 307 POUR HOUSE. We'll miss you until it's our turn.
Buster8847 said 1 month ago
Ron would come in while our little band was playing and sit with a great big smile on his face. He would just sit and listen so happily. What a compliment to us! His compliments and handshake were strong as his character. He will definitely be missed... Cedar Ridge.
murik said 1 month ago
We are very saddened to hear of Rons sudden death. What a loss to those that knew him. He was truly a Gentleman that we were priviledged to know and admire for many years.
tarahn said 1 month ago
Ron was an amazing man who would do anything for anybody. I remember when I was a CSR at EJC and he bought me a little black and white TV so I could watch college football on Saturdays! :) He will be greatly missed. Looks like God just got another awesome pilot to fly his planes. My deepest condolences Katie and his family. He loved you very much. -Tarah Neujahr and Adam Weitz
EJC said 1 month ago
From all of Ron's friends at EJC, we'd like to offer our thoughts and prayers to Katie, Gary and the rest of the family. What an incredible man -- he will be missed.
jdandc said 1 month ago
To the Woltermann and Matovich families, Our thoughts and prayers are with you and we share your sorrow and shock in losing Ron. He will forever remain in our memories and deep in our hearts. Godspeed your healing. John Deeney, Carolyn Fraser
Kevin Scott said 1 month ago
Dear Katie and Faimly I'm sorry to here of your loss. I spent some very fun times with Rowdy and Ron and I can assure you Ron made a postive impact on everyone who were lucky enough to know him. I'm a phone call away if you need anything. May God watch over your faimly during this difficult time. I will miss your smile Ron Neil And Meg Wolfe Hamel Minnesota
7thAve said 1 month ago
One the best man I have ever known. The world will not be so bright as it was with Ron. You'll be missed by so many. Tim Harmon
donnah said 1 month ago
Wow...where does one begin with commenting on this incredible man. Simply put, Ron was a friend to everyone he met, he always had a wonderful smile and warm greeting. Kathie our hearts go out to you, you had a very special man and can be so thankful for the time you had together, he loved you with all his heart. Ron will be greatly missed by all. Donna & Paul Hulteng
DRoehl said 1 month ago
Dear Kathy, I am so sorry to hear of your loss. I wish I could be there to hug you right now. I can't imagine being on the top of the world with those new grandbabies one week and having this horrible loss the next. I was never fortunate enough to meet Ron, but I've heard so many wonderful things about him - and if he was with you he had to be great! My thoughts and prayers are with you during this difficult time. Please call or stop by if you get to Minnesota. Love, Donna Roehl
sheepdip native said 1 month ago
My mom called and told me about Ron. Needless to say I was totally shocked. I told her I had just been thinking about him a few days ago. I had heard a tune called Washington Square by the Village Stompers and it reminded me of Ron. I worked for Ron and Gary at the 307 many years ago and could not have asked for better employers. Ron was just a great guy and a pleasure to have contact with. My sympathy goes out to all the family. God Bless you all. Pam Revell
ren said 1 month ago
To Ron's Family - We are shocked and saddened to learn of Ron's passing. Please know our thoughts and prayers are with you during this difficult time. Ted and Merenna Morrow
danniellejackson said 1 month ago
Geez Ron. Keep em guessing, right? I'm sure going to miss you a lot...and no one is going to be able to take your place. You were my friend and an incredible mentor and teacher. My memories and stories with you could fill a novel. F**king mormons invading people's Walmarts :) and days at airports filled with lame movies and endless games of yahzee and stupid jokes and pointless trivial information telling. It's just not gonna be the same around here without you around too. Take care of yourself up there Ron. You're gonna be greatly missed down here...
BCAD said 1 month ago
Travis and Family, I am so sorry to hear of your dad's passing. You all are in our thoughts and prayers. Brice Cady
LoriHH said 1 month ago
My Uncle Ronnie will be sorely missed. He was a friend to all and I'll miss his quick wit and generous spirit. Most of all, I will miss his love of music. That man could sit down at a piano and play for hours. I can see him right now, eyes closed, tongue peeking from his lips, deep into the melody. There never was a family gathering when Ronnie was present that we weren't blessed with his incredible talent. That void will never be filled. I can't help but to believe that God needed another piano player up there to entertain Him. Who better than Ronnie to provide that? It gives me some comfort to believe that he had one heck of a reunion when he got to heaven. We'll miss you forever Uncle Sky King! Lori Hoover Hicks
SNance said 1 month ago
Katie, Gary & Family: my heart goes out to you over the loss of this uniquely wonderful man! We have lost a true friend and his presence will always be felt at EJC - Rocking Ronnie Peaches is everywhere in our building and that will keep us smiling! Godspeed Ron - I will miss your smiling face! Stephanie Nance
LSaunders said 1 month ago
What a privelege to have known Ron. Kathy, our thoughts and prayers are for you. Lonn and Heidi Saunders
shoegirl said 1 month ago
Gary, Mary Lou, Paula and the rest of the gang. Ronnie was a wonderful man. I didn't get to see him lots, but the stories Agnes and my Dad told could really warm your heart. He made the most beautiful cribbage table for my Dad. It gave him an excuse to come for breakfast and play a few hands of cards. I loved his music, and he was so kind and gentle. I will never forget him patting my Dad's grave and telling him goodbye. Now, it is time to give you the farewell pat. Goodbye Ronnie and please tell Agnes and Dad I love them and miss them so much.
kathyandsteve said 1 month ago
We were so sad to hear this news. Ron was absolutely the nicest person God ever placed on this earth! There are people who are nice, and then there was Ron, he was truly in a whole category of its own, one that we should all aspire to attain! We will miss you Ron so, until we meet in heaven, keep smiling & bringing happiness with your music, heaven is a better place with you there.
sweller said 1 month ago
It is rare in this day and age when you can say you are truely proud to know and be considered a friend of someone like Ron. It really wasn't for all his many talents, it was just because of the man he was. He will be missed and remembered by all those lucky enough to have "Shared his airspace". Well done Ron.
jst said 1 month ago
Ron, you are the MOST decent person we have ever known. You touched so many people, in so many positive ways. I know Heaven's Choir will sound so much sweeter, with you playing the music! You were Captain Ron to me, and Uncle Ron to my kids. We miss you. I'd "pull gear" for you anyday Ron. Jim, Lori, Kendra, Garrett, Lee and Beth
tommy15 said 1 month ago
To the Ron Woltermann family: We are so very saddened by the news. But thinking of Ron puts a smile back on my face. I know all of my family is remembering Ron right now. The good memories are endless. From being a small child living by Ron I remember him plowing the snow into huge piles and we would slide down on our sleds. I remember sitting and listening Ron play Floyd Cramer and Bob Seger on the piano. Ron was a truly brilliant and talented person. I feel blessed to have known him. Our thoughts are with your family, Cindy Overhuls Groll
j doug said 1 month ago
I am now in Thailand and was shocked to see this in the Gazette this morning and my heart felt condolences go to the family. Ron was one of the best pilots around and I recall his one exciting plane ride while delivering the mail. J. Doug Swallow
Andy said 1 month ago
To Gary and Katie: My heartfelt sadness to you both and to the rest of the family. Andy Fish
polyman said 1 month ago
Ron Was truly one of the nicest men I ever knew. I'll never forget the first time he took me up for a lop arond the city in a 414 turned to yoke over to me and when I started to sink a little just quietly pulled back on his yoke smiled and gave it back to me. He will truly be missed Bob Asay
pickumber said 1 month ago
A 16-year-old kid's pickup breaks down in Columbus and he's immediately befriended by the lovely Agnes. Not much later he hears Last Date for the first time in Agnes' living room, played incredibly by her son, Ron. We were instantly, and for the next 30 years, friends.Whether it was weeks or years between seeing each other, I was always met by a huge hug and even larger smile. The last time was several years ago and we drank beers and laughed til' we cried. There's no doubt this incredible, giving, person will greet me the same way next time we meet. Until then my friend, the world will be a darker place. They don't make 'em like you anymore. Soar on! Ron DeYoung
rwb said 1 month ago
never had the pleasure of meeting him - must have been a wonderful man
Marty Overhuls said 1 month ago
To the Woltermann family: Just been reading all the tributes to Ron. Obviously, Ron touched all of our hearts in very special ways. Even though it has been a few years since we saw him, he always seemed to come up in conversations when my wife and I would reminisce about the good old days in Columbus. This great soul will be sorely missed!!! Marty & Janet Overhuls & Family
billsteph said 1 month ago
Travis & Tammy-- you are both in our thoughts and prayers. He was a great man and I know you will miss him terribly. God Bless! Stephanie Raville
livetoday said 1 month ago
Tammy & Travis, Your dad will be greatly missed. Just know that he love you both so very much and will be watching over you. Take care and god bless
Poncho said 1 month ago
Kathie and Rowdy - we are so sorry to hear of your loss of Ron from your lives. Although we only got to meet Ron a couple of times, we found him to be a very wonderful person to visit with. A review of the comments from other friends on the guestbook certainly validates our impressions. It is obvious that he was an important figure in your lives and that he surely will be missed by both of you. Our thoughts and prayers are with you during this very sorryful time. We are sorry that we will not be able to be with you for Ron's memorial service. Nancy & Julie Dorweiler
lynchgang said 1 month ago
The name Woltermann is synonymous with aviation in Montana. I've had the honor and privilege of flying with both Ron and Gary. Each time has been a learning experience as well as a ride with a pal. As Ron was one of the most genuine and sweet souls I've ever met I'm certain that not only figuratively but literally he would have given his shirt to help someone in need. A mentor and a friend to me, I'll miss him dearly. To the Woltermann family we offer heart felt condolences. RLW, head west. The weather is good and we'll see you there. Joe, Lynette, Leah and Jack Lynch
skyking said 1 month ago
It's not often that you get to meet a real life Johnathan Livingston Seagull. Our lives are all better for having met you. Happy tailwinds Ron.
pattyjo said 1 month ago
I am still in shock that this has happened to Ron. As others have said, he was truly a nice person. He was my "second" cousin and I didn't know him that well, but the little that I did know...was a blast. I am sending my love to all of his family and am confident that his love is comforting them. Thanks for the DANCE Ronnie!! Love, Roxane (Patty Jo's daughter) aka "Roxy"
bsands said 3 weeks ago
I have never known a kinder more generous soul than Ron. He truly listened whenever someone was speaking to him. He really cared about everyone he knew. The world is a much lesser place without him. I know he's up there playing music and laughting with all his loved ones and will be there to welcome each of us when we join him. Cathie, I'm so very sorry. We all loved him so much.
smoken said 3 weeks ago
Kathy, Tami, Rowdy, Travis, Paula, Gary, Mary Lou I’m having a hard time with the realization that Ron is gone. I feel very privileged to have been able to call him my friend. He was definitely a man’s man, with a very uncommon character. I am grateful for being able to share a portion of the road with him on life’s journey. I will miss the philosophy, wisdom, laughs, jokes, arm wrestling, whiskey with beer chasers, but mostly his friendship. Ron’s legend will live on in the stories and memories of all that knew him. My thoughts and prayers are with you all, “Smoken” Ed Morrell
romobabe9 said 3 weeks ago
I can't believe this. I loved Ron from the day I met him.e was the best man you would ever meeet, always the life of the party and had a rose in his hand every night for his wife.You would never know a man so kind and generous as Ron. He will be greatly missed and loved by me and so many others.
a.friend said 3 weeks ago
Why We all ask why and search for answers, far beyond our reach. If we’re to learn from all life’s pain, what is this meant to teach? Why a man of music and friend to all he knew? Why a man who gained respect every time he flew? Why a man who shared his skills, his sharp and curious mind? He taught us all with patience, corrections always kind. Why a man who made us laugh, who lived life in the whole? Why a man of courage, an old and loving soul? We struggle with the questions, but as confusion grows, perhaps we can take comfort trusting Ron already knows.
pamandlarry said 3 weeks ago
We just learned of Ron's passing...what a tragic loss. Our hearts go out to Katie and all of Ron's family and dear friends. Ron was one of the most vibrant and fully alive men we have known, and we were honored to have called him a friend. May God give us all His peace and healing.
ronskatie said 3 weeks ago
Hi everyone. I want you all to know I'm reading these every single day and hanging on to each and every word. Thank you all so very much for your wonderful wishes and memories and kindness. I can't tell who some messages are from, but thank you anyway, whoever you are. Thank you also to the 500+ people who made it through the blizzard for Ron's memorial service December 13th, and thank you to those who tried. Again, thank you all for everything. I loved Ron with all my heart and I will never forget. More soon. God bless. Katie
Katie, thanks for posting that video on the website. It's really nice to be able to see him again :)
I guess you could call me a "step-neice" of Ron's. Even though I hadn't seen him in years, I have fond memories of him. When Agnes married my Grandpa, John Ryan, Ron learned that Grandpa loved to play cribbage. In fact most of his grandchildren learned to play the game as early as possible. Ron made Grandpa a large Cribbage table. Agnes's house even had a little nook for it. I think just about everyone that walked into the house ended up playing a game or many of them. Grandpa loved that table. When I would visit Grandpa and Agnes from college we had to play. That table has now passed to my Mom, Nora Lou, and we still play cribbage on it. Ron knew the things that touch people's hearts and in this case his thoughtfulness continues to touch hearts in the next generation. My neice and nephew are now learning cribbage.
My thoughts and prayers are with all of you. Remember even though he is gone in body, his spirit lives on in our memories.
Marian Kreitel
So good to hear from you Marian . . . I remember the cribbage table and am so glad your family continues to enjoy it. The Ryans are very special people to us and will always be considered part of our family. Your comment that Ron knew the things that touched people's hearts is so true . . . and he always took the time to let them know it. Like Chris Edwards said, "He cut a wide swath." When I think of Ron, the visual that comes to mind occurred a few months ago. I had a serious leak in my bathroom--like, a "water seeping through the floor and coming through the garage ceiling leak." Of course I immediately called Ron--"This is Ron, can I help you?" He instructed me to shut off the water and said he'd be right over. As he was laying on the bathroom floor in his white shirt and nice pants, cranking on a bolt in an awkward position with the wrong wrench (I never had the right one), he sensed I felt I was "a pain," looked up at me and said, "Isn't this great?!" We headed to Home Depot to get a new part, and I noticed people were different--they always were when I was with him--more accommodating, approachable, neighborly--somehow the world was a friendlier place. Then I watched him. "Hello sir, can I help you with that? Let me get that for you Ma'am." On our way out we sat and ate a couple of hot dogs and a doctor and his wife walked by. It was someone Ron had flown, he introduced me to them and we visited for quite a while. As we walked toward the car, in typical Ron fashion he said, "Aren't people great?" I looked at him and said, "It's YOU Ron. It's you." Another lesson (of many) from my big brother.
As you would say,"This is a rough one!"
You were the Wind Beneath my Wings....
There's just no words to describe how much I love and miss you....
Sincerely to my cousin Ron. My father loved Ron & so did I. He gave my daughter, Rhonda, her first plane ride. She wasn't afraid at all. I remember one time my husband, Dave, & I gpt into Columbus quite late. We were visiting with my Aunt Agnes, she said "let's go over to the 307 & get something to eat." This was around 2:30 AM, Ron had closed & was just leaving to go home. When his Mother asked him fix us something to eat, he didn't even hesitate. He unlocked & we went in had pizza & beer, visiting for another hour or so. My husband said for a guy who hid from the piano teacher when he was a kid, he suer could tickle those "ivories".
Ron will be missed very much. Our Love goes out to his entire family.
Patty Jo Wright
When I was about 5 years old, Paula and I went "trick or treating" for Halloween. A bully tore my bag of goodies, losing them in the dark. I remember how indignant Ronnie was at the injustice of it all and he spoke to the fella to let him know. Ron never abided unkindness in any form.
When I was a Freshman in High School, during the Seniors "farewell assembly, Ron left me his football boots so that I could outrun "those damned Indians" from Lodge Grass. I'd broken my shoulder playing them the previous season. I'll tell you, I was so blown away by his gesture. Proud. That was Ronnie, random act of kindness were his signature.
At 22 Ron taught me to fly. What a blast! My flying gave him some laughs, but from listening to him you would of thought I was C. Yeager. That was Ron.
At 36 Ron was my Best Man. I treasured his company.
I loved Ron and I'm so sorry for our loss. My thoughts are with you and I hope to see you soon.
stan matovich
p.s. I cut a picture out of a magazine about a year ago, to send to Ron. I've had troule attaching it, so have emailed it to"jhaider@bresnan.net" in the hopes that he can make it available to you.
Stanley! So good to hear from you . . . I had forgotten about the Halloween story. You're right, he just did not tolerate taking advantage of the vulnerable--in that case a five-year-old vampire!
He always viewed you as "one of the good guys." I look forward to seeing the picture you sent, and hope you are well.
Many of you will appreciate this as "sooooo Ron".
Our house has no basement, just a dirt "crawl space" about 3 feet high under the floors. Anyway, Ron went down there often to mess with a pump and the sprinkler system. I always made him take his cell phone in case he had any problems. One day he was up and down ten times fixing something down there, and I suddenly realized I hadn't heard from him in awhile and hadn't seen him come up. I called his cell and said, "Hey babe. Are you ok?" He said, "Hey Shady Katy, everything's fine. I'm just down here workin in the crawl space." Then I hear this loud roar of laughter from a bunch of guys in the background. From that day on, that little local bar was known as The Crawl Space. And many of those guys who were there still laugh about it today.
Eventually, the other bar Ron frequented became known as "Church" for a similar reason.
Oh, Ronald. I miss you so.
Shade
The bird is a Selwyn Albatross, pictured on the Great Southern Ocean. His wing span is 4-5 metres. Some bird! Ron would have loved them!!!
Ronny GIMINI CHRISTMAS
You left too soon my men .
I will miss you .
If I can dance with my plane now is thanks to you.
I learn a lot from you .
Dimitri and Anna and Riccardo and Gloria
from Poland / Italy
GROWING UP WITH RON
I met Ron in 1959. I was staying at my grandmother's house behind Newman's gas station (Columbus, MT). I was 8 and rural, growing up with horses and cows, while Ron was 9 and appeared to me urban and to be growing up with the exciting things of the world. When I met Ron it was early spring and Git had sent him out with a hammer to break up ice covering the pot holes on the streets on the east side of Columbus. To this day, I am not sure what the purpose was, other than to get an overly energetic 9 yr. old out of the house to burn some energy. Soon Ron had me begging to use the hammer; a pure Huck Finn move, and from that point on we remained close friends for many years.
What attracted me to Ron was that he had so many interests and seemed to me to know so much. It was never that he had a single interest, but always had a multitude of interest and would jump from one to another with equal passion. There was always something to learn from Ron.
Early on Ron was into flying model airplanes. He would work diligently for hours measuring, cutting, pasting and creating an airplane.
He would then take it out to fly. His flights always seemed to attract a crowd. I suppose this was for several reasons, the first being that he was the only kid we knew who was flying airplanes and at some point there was likely to be a spectacular crash. If not this time in the near future. Each flying session with a new plane began orderly with some takeoffs and some controlled flying around and around followed by an orderly landing. As his experience with the plane progressed he would begin pushing he plane to the limits of its capabilities. There were touch and goes, loops, etc. until there would be the inevitable spectacular crash, usually at the end of a loop. He would then pack up the pieces and head back to the basement and begin the repair and rebuilding process all over, paying close attention to every detail. A few days later he would be out flying the rebuilt plane.
This was the time of Sputnik and John Glenn, so at some point Ron got involved with model rockets. He would send off for model rocket kits and rocket fuel from Estes Rocket Co. The rockets would be assembled and meticulously painted. Choosing a paint color was no small matter. I remember I painted my rocket black and red and for some reason Ron expressed some displeasure with my choice. I do not remember why, but only point this out to demonstrate that this was an important feature to 11 or 12 year old boys.
Ron built a fairly elaborate electrical launching pad. He would lay the wires out from the detonator to the rocket and connect clips to the battery packs. He would return to the detonator and begin the count down. At a precise moment the rocket would be launched.
At that point in our lives the launches seemed quite spectacular. The rocket would sail several hundred feet into the air, the payload would disconnect from the rocket, and a parachute would eject allowing the capsule to float to the ground. Sometimes there was a breeze, in which case there would be a race across the east side of Columbus to meet or find the payload when it landed, hoping it did not get stuck on a power line or in a tree.
At some point in time we would run out of solid fuel Estes rockets. We then began trying to find ways to create our own rocket fuel. On one such occasion we tore apart fire crackers until we had enough powder to fill up a previously used fuel pack. We continued using our usual process in preparing for a launch. Ron did the count down and initiated the detonator. What followed was a huge explosion which today would have been worthy of a visit from Homeland Security. The explosion rattled windows in the house and gas station. Everyone, including Git (Ron's father) came running out of the station and everyone ran out of their houses. I believe Ron probably received a stern, but admiring warning from Git. Although I never heard this, I do believe Git looked with some admiration on Ron's youthful energy, interests, integrity and ingenuity.
In this time period Ron had a great interest in UFO's. He had read everything he could get his hands on and claimed to have seen them at least once. I always assumed he was telling me the truth but he could have been just getting one over on me. This interest led us to spend many nights sleeping out and staring into the stars and talking until we fell asleep.
He was a natural athlete. There were the formal feats and the more informal feats. One informal feat I remember vividly was him on his old bike. It was the most basic of bikes, maybe built in the early 50's. It was probably a hand-me-down from Gary. He would race anyone. Some kids had more elaborate bikes, even 10 speeds, but Ron was never beaten. He was also very proud to demonstrate he could ride it backwards. He would sit on the handlebars, put his feet on the peddles and proceed to peddle and ride backwards.
I think track was his best sport. I am sure many of us remember seeing him run the anchor leg of the 400 relay, taking the baton and leading the team to victory. I believe he went to State in trrack every year he was in high school, finishing near the top every time.
Ron was a ferocious football player. From his freshman year thru his senior year, he ran tailback for the Columbus Cougars. Back then we did not keep things like rushing records, but I would have to believe he would be among the very best to have come out of Columbus.
He also played defensive end. Actually, this was probably a position that best fit his personality. That being a position that often seems best suited for players who could be described as most comfortable operating a little bit outside the norm. The ability to be a little more creative fit Ron well.
Baseball. He was a good hitter that always batted cleanup. It's safe to say that Ron never got robbed on his swing, as every swing was made for the purpose of a home run. When he connected his natural strength would carry the ball a long way. He bounced many a home run off of Arty Woltermann's house.
Basketball. Ron tolerated basketball sometimes. I think the only reason he played is because me and maybe Randy begged him to because he was just naturally good at it. He was strong, fast and could jump. His career was checkered and entertaining. I remember him quitting the team. I think he was kicked off once, maybe for skipping practice to go flying or for making some quips that were not appreciated by the coach. I don't remember exactly, but nothing worse than that. I believe one of the reasons Ron cared little about this spsort is that he would rather be playing the trumpet with the pep band. He played a terrific version of Rock Around the Clock and as I recall played a little Tiguana Brass.
As I write this, I keep remembering other stories growing up with Ron. The trip to Harlowtown where the Volkswagon developed gas line freeze, the one time I got mad at Ron and proceeded to take him on in a wrestling match. He mostly just laughed and the anger was over quickly, driving the VW Beetle thru flooding in Icha Keppe park during a boat float, and spinning donuts with the VW in parking lots at the high school.
In the end, all I can say is that I am a better person for having had the pleasure of growing up with Ron.
Joe Nelson
Wyoming, Minnesota
You know Ronnie, I read these notes again and again because when I remember you and think of you, you make me want to be a better person. What a kind man that we should all strive to be more like.
. . . Just going through some things of Mom's (Agnes) from many years ago and ran across an article she had clipped from a school newsletter. Ron was in the first grade, so it had to have been written in 1957. It is entitled "First Graders Decorate for Easter" and it reads: "We are decorating our room for Easter. We plan to have an egg hunt on the 4th of April if the weather is favorable, Gary Lofing is the only one in our room having a March birthday. We have been studying plants in science. Many children brought seeds and planted them. We have some peas, beans, watermelon and sweet peas growing. Eileen Nelson read the most library books. Susan Skibstad was second. We made airplanes this week. Ronnie Woltermann made the airport.
--Mrs. Mysse"
Born to fly!
Hey Uncle Skyking! Duuuuuuuuuuude, my apologies for having not written something sooner, you don’t want to rush these types of things. I know there is a lot of people who were hoping you would be with us much longer, myself included, but I want you to know how thankful I am to of had you for an uncle, mentor and friend. You taught me a lot over the years that I still keep close with me today, not only how it is possible for an airplane to fly but also how it is rewarding to be a good person and a gentleman. I think of you often and when I do, I don't feel sad but rather a sense of purpose for knowing how much good a person is capable of bringing to the world. When thinking of you I question the definition of death because you are very much alive to me. For everything you have taught me I want to say thank you and I will not forget it.
Thank you, babe. You are truly the Angel on my shoulder.
Katie
It must have been Valentine's Day around 1960, because as I recall Ron was in the fourth or fifth grade. Everyone had the assignment of fashioning the usual and customary Valentine's box, the typical medium being a shoe box. I observed Ron diligently working on his contribution, and anxiously watched as an elaborate robot materialized, the finished product measuring over three feet tall. He demonstrated the procedure by inserting an envelope in the robot's mouth. Imagine my reverence for his creative genius when the nose lit up! Another time he built a battery-operated telegraph system between our bedrooms in order to communicate secret messages to assist in conquering "the enemy" (Mom and Dad). It was operational--the signals were clearly coming through--but we were a little unclear about what to use as a code. We started with one tap='A,' two taps='B,' three taps='C,' etc., and I remember both of us becoming impatient after a few minutes into a three-word message, finally yelling through the closet, "WAS THAT AN 'R??'"
Oh Ron, so many, many memories. All pure gold now.
Just watchiing you play the piano again...such beautiful music.
Christmas Eve 1997 or so--the kids and I were spending the evening with Katie and Ron at their home. We had finished eating dinner when Ron told me he had just bought a sound system he wanted me to hear. He led me outside, we climbed in a different car than he usually drove, he turned on the engine, cranked up the volume and said, "Oh, and this car came with it." It was my introduction to his grey '89 Lincoln Continental, a car he drove for years. I remember sitting there sipping a beverage with my bro, Creedence Clearwater's "Cotton Fields" breaking the stillness of the brisk snowy night. Ah yes, life was good. So many times with Ron I remember clearly thinking, "O.K. now, this is a moment."
Ron what's goin' on?........how I wish you were still just a call away. There are many unanswered questions. Can't say we didn't try to solve 'em at one time or another. Thank you for being you. Never have I crossed paths with a selfless humanoid with SO much to give. When the best of someone takes them from us it doesn't seem fair. You still put a smile on Colton's face and create yet another unanswered question....keep 'em guessing dude!
I miss you dude. Flew 212 this week for the first time since my last trip with you. Sometimes the airplane is a sad place without you in it with me now. I noticed yesterday that a few games' worth of yahtzee scores are etched into the table in the lounge in ISN... This stuff's all so bittersweet now. I miss having you around to show me how to be a better pilot and a better person. It'll already be 3 months tomorrow since I've seen you. I hope all's well up there...
This is so true of you, Ronald.
"There are special people who touch our lives in certain ways and, having known them, we will never be the same."
God, Ronald. I love and miss you so much.
Easter Sunday made me think of the old catechism days--the two weeks of Catholic instruction that occurred just after regular school was out for the summer. I must say some of those nuns were wound pretty tight and it escaped both Ron and me why they would be drawn to work with children since they didn't seem to like them much (must have been a dreaded assignment from the Bishop or something). And if there was one thing he found truly offensive was preaching one thing while doing quite another. Hypocricy was one thing he did not take kindly to, to say the least. Add a little organized religion to the mix and you've got yourself a discussion. I remember one time he had had a particularly rough morning--as usual, he would rather have been anywhere but there--and, just guessing, probably didn't memorize the prayers and responses word-for-word as required. Later that morning he and I were kneeling in the pew praying to the statue of the Virgin Mary and I heard him say in a disgusted voice, "Hail Mary, full of cement . . . "
Oh Dad
Not a day goes by that I don't miss you. I still keep waiting for the phone to ring. There is a huge VOID in all our lives right now! I miss you dad, I LOVE YOU DAD!!! Forever and Always!!!!!!
Went to UBC for some wood. Sales people there greeted me as "Ron's Shady Katie" and it made me cry. I miss you babe. I miss you.
One day late last spring, Ron and I had a flight to take Cliff Edwards and his family from Kalispell to Glasgow. It was one of the most amazing flying experiences I have ever had. On the way to Kalispell, Ron pointed out his "Cessna 206 10'x20' emergency landing strip" :) After loading everyone up in Kalispell, Ron wanted to give them a little show of the park. So we took a visual climb out, and flew low over Glacier. Ron flew us over the park for 20 or so minutes, weaving in and out of the mountain peaks. Ron showed us a side of the park that most will never have the opportunity to see...mountain lakes and beautiful rock formations not accessible by road. It was spectacular to say the least, and a day that I'll never forget. His mind always seemed to be focused on other people, and how to better their lives in some way. Always a giving and thoughtful man.
Keep playing your games. It sure is fun to keep us guessing. When all is quiet, we here you from time to time. Such a welcome visit.
Danielle - I love your stories.
Cousin Patty died yesterday--Ron was so concerned about her during her fight with cancer these last five years. I have no doubt Ron was there to greet her, big grin and lots of love to ease any fear. I've heard several people say now that Ron's there, their fear of dying has disappeared--that as loyal as he was here to his loved ones, he'll be there, gently coaxing us not to be afraid. God bless you Patty--you fought a brave fight. As the Woltermann sense of humor lives on--I can only imagine the reunion.
I never knew how much I'd miss you throwing your head back and laughing at my silly antics. I never knew how much I'd miss laughing. I never knew how much I'd miss hearing you play our song. I never knew how much I'd miss singing while you played and you telling me how wonderful I sounded, even when I really sucked. I never knew how much I'd miss your hands on my face or your arm around me. I never knew how much I'd miss holding your hand or sitting on your lap. I never knew how much I'd miss us kissing and teasing each other. I never knew how much I'd miss sitting on the step and talking to you while you putzed in the garage. I never knew how much I'd miss looking out the kitchen window to see you workin in the yard or talkin to the neighbor. I never knew how much I'd miss your encouraging, supportive and always kind words. I never knew how much I'd miss talking about our jobs and the people we work with. I never knew how much I'd miss that enormous feeling of pride I always had at your side, no matter where we were or who we were with. I never knew how much I'd miss cookin your favorite meals on Sunday and eating together at the kitchen counter. I never knew how much I'd miss running to the hardware store for you, and even the several return trips cuz I always got the wrong thing or the wrong size. I never knew how much I'd miss passing you on the road and blowin you a kiss, and you laughin with thumbs up. I never knew how much I'd miss you callin me ten times a day, or me callin you ten more times just to hear your voice and make you laugh. I never knew how much I'd miss you handing me a single rose almost every week, with a big grin on your face and sparklin eyes. I never knew how much I'd miss watchin you play with little Nate. I never knew how much I'd miss your foot and leg rubs. I never knew how much I'd miss your compliments, and your honesty. I never knew how much I'd miss watchin you work on our old vehicles that were always on the brink, and runnin for parts. I never knew how much I'd miss you showin me a plan for a new project that you were so proud of. I never knew how much I'd miss showing you a new paint color or decorating idea and you raisin your eyebrows with doubt. I never knew how much I'd miss you singin me songs in your Dean Martin voice. I never knew how much I'd miss listenin to you crack up laughin on the phone with your sisters, brother, Chester or Uncle Jerry. I never knew how much I'd miss sortin your socks and folding your underwear. I never knew how much I'd miss helping you pick out the right tie. I never knew how much I'd miss watchin you fix your hair and shave. I never knew how much I'd miss your smell, your eyes, your hands. I guess most of all, I never dreamed how much I'd miss you holding my face, lookin into my eyes and sayin, "I don't think you'll ever know how much I love you, Katie." I just never knew. But I sure know now.
I will always miss and love you, Ronald. Until we hug and laugh together again, you are the angel on my shoulder.
your katie
I always loved being around when you called him Katie. He'd always get a big smile on his face when he looked at the phone and saw who it was, and then would answer it and say "Heyyy, Shady Katie!" I loved how in love you guys always were, it always brought a big smile to my face to see you two together. It was the relationship most people could only dream of having
I'd get a call from Ron and it wouldn't matter if it was 7:00 in the morning after being awakened from a dead sleep, I'd be cracking up in 30 seconds or less. When the kids would walk in, they would never have to ask who I was talking to. They knew. We'd spend a while talking, trying to outwit each other--one getting "mad" when the other succeeded. I think we played the "You hang up first--No you" game well into our 40's. Having learned full well the world isn't always a friendly place, we would often wonder what we'd do without humor. Six months . . . the world just isn't quite as funny somehow now. That slant on humor that was Ron's alone--the "visuals," the sheer kick he got out of characters, the "Oh, that's a good one--I gotta write that down," the raised eyebrows as he waited for you to "get it"--is sorely, sorely missed and will never be replaced. As my psychology professor told me long ago--"That's why we call them tragedies." We always got a kick out of "Deep Thoughts" by Jack Handy. Ron's all-time favorites: "A good way to threaten somebody is to light a stick of dynamite. Then you call the guy and hold the burning fuse up to the phone. 'Hear that?' you say, 'That's dynamite baby.'" "If you define cowardice as running away at the first sign of danger, screaming and tripping and begging for mercy, then yes Mr. Brave Man, I guess I'm a coward." "If you drop your keys into a river of molten lava, let 'em go, because, man, they're gone." The last message I received from Ron remains on my answering machine, Dec. 5, 2008. There a moment of silence then he says, "Hear that? That's dynamite baby." I sit here on this day with nothing but love, pride and sheer gratitude that we were able to share this journey--my friend, my comrade, my confidante, my brother. --Uncle Fester
Uncle Ronnie, I remember sitting in the 307, sitting in the back,talking about life. When you told me that I could be anything that I wanted, I think you truly believed that and at that moment I remember believing you. Whenver I saw you, you were my biggest fan, no matter what. I miss that so much!
"Hey Ron whats goin on"? Boy do I miss speakin' that when answering the phone. Sixth months of not a day of sorrow and smiles. Seems so hard to imagine you not being just a speed dial away no matter where or what adventure you were on. People have many wishes and dreams in life. Some superficial, others unrealistic. Then there are those who haven't figured it out yet. To know that someone you look up to never lost faith even when you were lost, can and did make a difference. You still amaze me at how you went through life, touched so many, asked so little, gave so much, and left your mark. All the while so unassuming.
Danielle - Thanks for you kind words. I loved his calls as much he loved mine. Bless you.
I want to ask you a favor. There must be other people at EJC with great stories about Ron who haven't added to the blog. Please encourage everyone to share something. It means so much to me and his family.
Thanks again.
Katie
Anything you need, Katie, I'd be glad to help with. I'll post something up here at Edwards and see if we can get more people to post some stories...
Dean Stebbins--Many times when I would be working graveyard on the line, and Ron was flying STV's at night, he would prowl around the EJC building between flights. If he wasn't building counter tops in the kitchen, or hanging pictures in the lobby, he would hang around with me in the line shack. Several times, he'd ask me to join him in the pilots lounge. We would watch Cartoon Network or shows about UFO's until he fell asleep or I had to do something.
His customary greeting to me was something along the lines of: "Expletive" Deano! He was expressing his amazement that I survived getting shot seven years ago. He would usually compare my experience with his plane crash, and tell me that I one-uped him. I would say, "Yeah, but you walked away from a plane crash after spending the night in the snow!" He'd reply, "Yeah but you were shot!" Anyway, we eventually agreed we were both lucky.
I worked with him for a short while at Corporate Air as well. When Edwards bought-out Corporate, I initially didn't come with the deal. I was out of a job, and I don't remember the circumstances, but Ron was too. So the last day, he gave away decks of cards to the line guys and brought beer. I hardly knew him then, but we drank beer in the Corporate lobby that afternoon. I thought to myself, this is one cool cat. A week later EJC took me on and a year or so later, Ron was back also. That made me happy.
I got to thinking today about something that so exemplifies Ron . . . he was driving one day near Shopko and there came a time when our car and another came to a standstill trying to determine who went first. I believe he had he right of way, but in true Ron fashion he was motioning the other car to go. The other car motioned him to go and he smiled and mouthed things to her like, "Oh no, go ahead ma'am," then "No, I insist," until she finally gave in. We had a good chuckle about that because he knew I drive the same way . . . to a fault. "Definitely related," we thought. Cathie then told me a story about going to the fair, walking down midway and explaining/apologizing to every heckler who was trying to get him to play their games. "Sorry, gotta go," pointing to his watch. "Thanks sir, but we're meeting someone" to one, then "Sorry--maybe another time," to another. Cathie said it took them forever to get to the other end. Anyone who knew Uncle Sky King well gets a great "visual" reading this. Only Ron. I've heard from so many people from the past who have said Ron was never anything but SO good to them, even during those teenage years when we all get a little lost and self-absorbed. Good for you Ron. If only you could send us a travel brochure from the other side! I so wonder what you're up to these days . . . Fly free, comrade. --PQ28
Oh, I remember our trips to fairs and various places so well. I also remember him saying to the guy workin at the "Throw a ring around the bottle" tent, "Good evening, sir. Sorry we don't have time tonight, but I think we'll be back tomorrow and give 'er a try. Thanks so much for askin." So funny. I always used to tease him about being the one and only person on earth who goes to Mexico and tells the vendors that they're not asking enough for their merchandise. "Hell, sir, this is worth alot more than that!" The poor vendors didn't have a clue what to do when someone was bidding up! We ended up with a small Mexican pot that started out at $6, and we paid $10. Boy, do I cherish that pot today. There just never was and never will be anyone like Ronald.
Paula, I get a great "visual" when I read any of these stories!
Here's another one that a lot of people will relate to . . . It was 1995 or so, I had just started dating someone and we went out with Ron and Cathie. We made a night of it and afterwards Ron offered to make us all breakfast. We got to their place and there wasn't any breakfast food so Ron and this guy went to the grocery store to pick something up. Cathie and I visited, and after an hour or so started to get tired, yawned and stretched, checked our watches and just when we thought toast was sounding pretty good (or nothing at all--the buzz was gone), in they walked. Ron was smiling with an armload of food--a couple of pounds of bacon and at least that much sausage, orange juice, two dozen eggs, some ham and all the ingredients for some pretty fancy omelets--and he started in on one of his famous breakfasts. Later the guy described his first "Ron" experience--they stopped for a quick drink on the way, finished listening to a really good song with a great fiddle part, got sidetracked visiting with a couple of people at the grocery store, looked around for just the right ingredients, went back to get more "just to make sure," and finally went through the checkout line. Just as he was getting a bit nervous thinking maybe this was taking too long, Ron got a dollar bill in his change and made an origami frog out of it for the cashier.
Because of you dad......
I try to be the best person I can possibly be... You were always the one to be last in line, you would always help that stranger in need or the kid around the block who had a desperate plea, you cared so great for human kind, No words to describe that dad of mine!
I miss ya dad......
OH GOD do I miss ya..........
FIRST, LET ME APOLOGIZE FOR THE VERY--VERY LATE COMMENTS ABOUT A WONDERFUL GENTLEMAN. (DURING REMODELING MY COMPUTER WENT SOUTH, THEN I LOST THE WEB SITE). I FIRST MET RON IN A VERY UNUSUAL WAY. IT WAS A DARK WINTERY EVENING ON, FEB. 21, 1990. RON HAD JUST DEPARTED KALISBELL, MT. ENROUTE TO GREAT FALLS, MT. IN A SINGLE ENGINE AIRCRAFT. ABOUT TEN OR FIFTEEN MUNUTES IN TO THE FLIGHT RON RADIOED ME (AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL) IN THE SALT LAKE AIR ROUTE TRAFFIC CONTROL CENTER INFORMING ME OF A ROUGH ENG. AT THE TIME, I DID NOT BECOME PARTICULARITY CONCERNED AS THIS IS SOMEWHAT ROUTINE FOR AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLERS. ALSO, I WAS 'WORKING APPROXIMATELY A DOZEN OTHER AIRCRAFT. A FEW MINUTES LATER RON RADIOED AGAIN ASKING FOR CLEARANCE BACK TO KALISPELL. RON RECEIVED THAT APPROVAL AND WAS NOT QUITE AT THE MIN. ENROUTE ALTITUDE FOR THE AIRWAY. HE ALSO SAID, THE ENGINE WAS NOT OPERATING WELL. ONLY MINUTES LATER RON ADVISE ME HIS ENGINE HAD FAILED COMPLETELY. AT THIS POINT, I TOOK EVERYTHING MUCH MORE SERIOUSLY AND INQUIRED AS TO THE FACT RON'S ENG. HAD COMPLETELY FAILED, AS I DID NOT EXPECT COMPLETE ENG. FAILURE. IN A VERY CALM REPLY RON INFORMED ME 'YES THE ENG. HAD FAILED AND HE WAS NOW A GLIDER'. WE DISCUSSED HIS OPTIONS AND PROVIDED RON WITH THE VERY LIMITED ALTERNATIVES. THAT EVENING RON AND I FORMED A BOND THAT LASTED FOR THE NEXT YEARS OF RON'S LIFE. THE REST IS HISTORY EXCEPT TO SAY, ON THE 21 OF EACH AND EVERY FEB. AT EXACTLY 7:30PM, RON PHONE ME TO THANK ME FOR THE EVENTS OF THAT NIGHT. RON YOU WERE THE HERO WHO TAUGHT ME AND MANY OTHERS THE PROFESSIONALISM OF LIFE AND SERVICE TO OTHERS. ONE OTHER THING, RON SPENT A NIGHT WITH MY WIFE AND ME OVER THANKSGIVING 2001 JUST PRIOR TO THE SALT LAKE OLYMIPIC. THE FEW HOUR WITH RON WILL ALWAYS BE CHERISHED. TO KATHY AND RON'S FAMILY, I WISH THE VERY BEST AS YOU AND ALL RON'S FRIENDS HAVE LOST A DEAR FRIEND. HIS MEMORIES WILL BE IN OUR HEARTS FOR EVER.
Thank you, Wayne. That was so kind and thoughtful of you. I hope to meet you and your wife some day as we always planned.
Cathie
Miss you so much Ron...Sully asks about you all the time, and of course, EVERY plane flying over is Papa Ron! Your Neighbor
I owe you big time for the feathers! Things are working out ok. Give my best to Augie and Tom and thanks to all of you for looking out for me.
Happy birthday, babe. Watch for the candle floating on the lake. I love and miss you more than I can tell you.
KT
Thinking of you and missing you on your birthday, Ronnie. I wish I could give you a call like all the other birthdays......Take care, little brother.
Happy Birthday Dad.. would've been the BIG 59!
At the count of three....the kids still sang the birthday song! Trav called me at my lunch break and we got to reminiscence...dang you gave me a wonderful brother!!! We think of you all the time dad, it still seems so surreal! I always find solace looking up at those stars. Never will I forget you looking up at those lights and saying you missed home. You're there now dad......We Love and Miss you more than you can know, but we find peace in knowing that you are finally home, and we will all be together someday!!!
At 9:00 a.m. on November 9, 1950, the world was lent a very special soul. Here's to you 29--your gentle heart is missed.
--28
Gary just advised me the airport board unanimously approved the addition of the name "Woltermann Memorial" to Columbus Airport. This is in recognition of over 50 years of hard work and dedication on behalf of Ron and our father, Git. It is a very proud moment for us as the first anniversary of Ron's passing approaches. --With love from your family.
I am so proud, and thankful to Gary for getting the airport renamed. I know Ron's thinkin, "What's all this fuss about?" But I also know he is honored beyond words.
I adore you, Babe, and I always will.
Love,
Your Wife, "Shady Katy"
Thankful for all the super great times I was able to have with Ron over many years as neighbors! We all miss you so dang much, but you are still making us smile too! Candi
One year today. It would be hard to believe if it didn't hurt so much every single day. My love for you is deep, alive and unending. I miss you more than I can say. My love to you forever.
KT
"Our passionate preoccupation with the sky, the stars and a God somewhere out there in outer space is a homing impulse. We are drawn back from where we came." -Russell Schweickert, Astronaunt, Apollo 9
Ron, as you glide amongst your beloved stars know that you are in our thoughts on this and every day. With love and gratitude, your sister Paula
FOR ALL WHO KNEW RON, THIS IS A SAD DAY. I WISH I HAD APPROPRIATE WORDS FOR KATIE AND RON'S FAMILY. THANKS TO GARY WHO HAS PHONED ME SEVERAL TIMES THIS LAST YEAR INCLUDING FEB. 21. MY THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS ARE WITH YOU.
GOD BLESS YOU,
WAYNE GRIFFITHS
Dad,
Just got back from Amber's Christmas concert! You were in my mind and heart today; just as you always are! Thanks for the fly-bye the other day, we were all in awe! Today when I received the e-mail from the author I knew it was you that had that helping hand!
A year has never stood still like this one, the only comfort I know is that you're in a much better place and that's affirmative! We miss you and LOVE you more than any words possible!!!!
sorry papa that I went home and that you died.
love
nate
We loved the low fly-over Ron! Bout 4pm? Yeah, we know it was you...thank you. Candi
Sometimes I wonder if a person ever runs out of tears. I want to touch your face and hear you laugh. My God how I love and miss you, Ronald.
Hey Ron! I have the sincere pleasure of Nate's company in my home today. He is still truly "your little buddy". Of course he explained to us that you were in Heaven now and "MY Katie" doesnt live in that house next door anymore. You are a part of so many lil' people (aka, my daycare kids) that remember you fondly....
Quite a weekend with the family, huh Ron? I know you were here, laughin with Uncle Jerry. Everyone missed you so very very much.
KT
Thinking bout YOU Ron. Candi
You always told me about the vastness of space.
Where time was nonexistent........
I feel like a sailbost in the middle of the ocean with no wind, no compass, just completely lost. Your wisdom always gave me that direction I needed; your strength gave me the courage to never give up but to ride the waves, your heart always gave me that total unselfishness to always put your own needs behind the current. I am so lost in this sea without you. So lost......
Hi Babe. Sixteen months today. Life here goes on, but it's not the same without your face, your smile, your voice, your arms. I'm goin to Chester's wedding and some how it's exciting and comforting to know that you'll be there too. See ya in Ashville.
KT
Sixteen months today. Life goes on here, but so much is missing. Your face, your smile, your voice, your laugh, your arms. Paula is right. Missing someone so much is such a long journey.
See you in Ashville, Babe.
KT
A year-and-a-half. Impossible to believe or understand. I love you.
Thinking of you and Shady Katie today on what would have been your 15th anniversary. So much has changed it's hard to believe! Cathie is in Wisconsin and we miss her so much.
Bryson came for the weekend and brought his girlfriend. SO missed introducing her to you guys. She knows all about you though, as does her family. You'll always be a part of us. Always.
Yo Ron! Why arent you trimming the hedges? Could you help the new guy out a little - and please say hi to my Gram. She joined you all up there today.... thanks Buddy.
Candi
Greetings to my Comrade . . . Just wanted to let you know I'm thinking of you and all the fathers we are so missing on this day. Sending my love to you, Dad and Larry and so wondering if you are together now, talking it all over. Hello and all my love to cousin Linda as her son Tom celebrates his first Father's Day. Hoping and trusting it all makes sense somewhere.
You are missed beyond comprehension.
PQ28
HAPPY FATHERS DAY DAD!!!
Love and miss you
soooooooooooo much!
Hey neighbor, pretty excited to go see your sister do her thing at the Tiny's Live at Five this Thursday. Wish you were hangin' with us!
Well, Babe. Another visit to little Colton, and he takes it all in such stride. Amazing. Truly amazing.
You are missed, my love. More than any of us can ever tell you. But I bet you know that, don't ya?
You will always be the love of my life. And I am so very proud that a man like you holds that place in my heart and life and always will.
I miss your face and your voice.
Yours always
kt
On Sunday, August 15, there will be a fly-in at Woltermann Memorial Columbus Airport, beginning at 7:00 a.m. It will be a gathering of family and friends, and breakfast will be available. At 11:00 a.m., Cliff Edwards, Edwards Jet Center, will dedicate the airport. Please join us as we pay tribute to Ron on this special day.
I hope you know how much you are loved and missed. There is a hole in our hearts that no one nor anything can ever fill. You, my love, are one of a kind.
Saw Jupiter the other night.. had the kids peering out at the grand ole sky! I told them grandpa would have had that telescope out there. LOL
YOU will always be the BRIGHTEST star out there dad!
Captain Ron we miss you sorely at Edwards. I was a lineman who fueled your plane a few times. I also ate some of your spaghetti a couple friday afternoons. I remember you coercing me into having a pancake and sausage "before anyone else gets them." You came up and made the linemen breakfast for no reason other than to be nice. I shot the breeze with you as you put together new cupboards and a sink. You measured the spacing for the paper towel rack perfectly. Your idea of an Edwards "fleet" has been realized. I remember your magical 20 question guessing game. It knew I was thinking of an elk.
One night when I was on graveyard shift thinking I was alone again. Captain Ron walked in as he was working a St. Vincent shift. As usual, he had a twinkle in his eye and a story. Even at midnight on a Saturday. Ron got that far off look in his eye... He proceeded to tell me a story about a little boy with pointy cowboy boots who liked to kick chickens while yelling "$@$%@# chickens!!!" The little boy then threatened to run away when momma caught him, but didn't have any "&*@$%$ where to go." It was by far one of the cutest stories I've ever heard.
Anyone who knew Ron knows that he always brightened your day. Captain Ron was the poster pilot. He took me for my first ever ride in a King Air. He had time to sit down and teach me some instruments if i ever asked. He cared like that. He cared about people, no matter who they were. He never expected anything in return.
I can't believe it's been coming up on two years since Alan Lee came and gave us the bad news. Mr. Lee if you read this, know that I think Captain Ron would be very proud of the job you're doing. Those were some massive shoes to fill.
These are thoughts I've wanted to post for awhile, but running across Floyd Cramer's "Last Date" really touched a chord. Gary we miss you very much as well. I hope life in Columbus is well. To the Wolterman family I hope the pain of missing such a great man isn't still too much to bear. Hope to see you at the airport, Captain Ron's home away from home.
Thank you, sir.
Katie
I remember vividly how excited you were to be half a century........a decade later here we are. I miss you every second of every day!
BIRTHDAY WISHES SENT THATA WAY! WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH DAD!
Thinking of you on your birthday and everyday.
Love you, Ronnie
Mary Lou
Did you see the candle floating on the lake? Sorry it didn't burn as long this year as last. Wind blew it out, as you probably already know......or had a hand in !! I will always love you.
your katie
29! Hope you enjoyed your tribute yesterday...you sure do continue to teach and touch others, the ripple effect of your influence grows and grows. You sure knew what you were doing, didn't you?
Found the fiddle tape-what a hoot! Like finding pure gold. DANG, you didn't mess around when you got ahold of that thing! Can we say AWESOME? I know you're still makin' music somewhere...how about a little Dixieland Delight?
Love and miss you always,
28
Talked to Nate tonight. He said, "Katie, I don't really think about you too much, but I think about my Papa every day." Nate always knew exactly how to make Ron and me laugh. As usual, he doesn't disappoint, on a day that a smile is hard to muster.
If I could only turn back time to the morning of December 7, 2008, and know that it would be our last day together.
Always and forever yours.
KT
One of my favorite pictures from childhood is Ron and I ("Ronnie" then, we were around 6 and 4 years old) sitting on a goat at Uncle Henry's place. He's got his hand on my shoulder as if to say "It's O.K. Don't be afraid." That's what you were to me, my brother. And always will be.
"Ron whats goin on?" I surely miss your name popping up on the caller ID with some urgent yet seemingly random thought. The comment above from the Lineman at Edwards truly sums up the Ron I know and came to respect dearly. One time when we were talking about being a manager and comparing ideas Ron said something that every person should live by in and out of work. "Seniority does not equal superiority". Two years ago today was a very sad moment in our lives on terra firma but somewhere far far away the angels were jumping for joy to have such a wonderful addition to there circle of friends. Adios and thanks for everything!
Thinking of you, as usual, as another winter goes by. Thanks for the little baby turtle in Florida. Karen and I were both amazed.......but not terribly surprised. I love your special signs.
Always
KT
DAD
ROB IS GRADUATING! SO OVERWHELMED! I KNOW YOU WILL BE THERE IN SPIRIT I JUST SO LONG FOR YOUR PHYSICAL! I MISS YOU SO MUCH! ROB DEFINETELY GOT THAT WOLTERMANN MUSICAL GENES!
SKIPPED A GENERATATION..THAT WOULD BE ME! OH WELL YOU CAN SEE EVERYTHING NOW....OH LET THE LIGHT SHINE.....NOW YOU SEE EVERYTHING SO CLEARLY AND YOUR WORDS OF WISDOM SHINE.... THEY SHINE SO BRIGHTLY IN THE SOUL!
Just came home from Brittne's . . . she had a picture of a tribute she saw in San Francisco that seemed to be written just for you as a pilot and as a person. It read "World Traveler on Earth, Now the Universe."
Thanks to all of you for looking out for us. You are missed now and always!
Life goes on, but always with that little cloud overhead and a little drop of rain that falls every single day. We're all doing the best we can, Babe, and we all keep plugging along day to day. But as you probably can see, life for us will never be the same without your face, your smile, your laugh and your voice. My love to you always.
KT
So I just heard a bird fly into my kitchen window and went out to check on it...then busted out laughing because I remember the time the same thing happened when Ron was here and he said, "Oh, can't you just see a little bird laying out there on his haunches, kind of shook up with thick little glasses on?" Ron and his visuals!! Cracked me up EVERY TIME!! No one did it better.
I was enjoying the sunshine on my deck today when suddenly there was music coming from a familiar place...the back bedroom of your house. Miss hearing your late night piano from over the fence Papa Ron...pretty wonderful to know that the joy of music is unstoppable in your absence. Candi
Nate's visiting for a week (as if you didn't know!!)
Dad
I can feel my hair stand up in the classroom I know you're right beside me. I feel your presence every day of my being and I can't thank you enough for you. Travis and I were blessed to have you as our DAD! Not a second goes by that we don't think of you and miss you like crazy. Trav got your piano talent and as you know Am is playing that trumpet! Love ya dad forever and always!
Ron's birthday is this Wednesday, November 9th. He would be 61. This is a tough season for all of us who love and miss him so much.
So wishing I could call and hear that familiar "This is Ron-how can I help you?" so I could wish you a "Happy Birthday." I am trusting that you can feel all the love that is sent your way today Brother. You are loved and missed more with each passing day. Who knew that could be possible? Love to you always.
Thinking of you on your birthday little brother. You left us much too early but you left us with lessons in kindness, patience, fairness, and a deep love in our hearts. Thank you, too, for bringing Katie into our family.
I can remember everything about Ron's 58th birthday three years ago today. The very last pictures we have of him were taken that evening.
I certainly never dreamed he would be gone in just 29 more days.
I was honored to be his wife and part of such a great family. I will always love and miss him.
Katie
GREATLY LOVED - DEEPLY MISSED. Your Neighbors
I wish I knew more on this day three years ago.
I keep finding things around the house that are reminders of days gone by. Ran across a list of things to do I had written for Ron (of course) "Check water heater, shelf in bathroom, outside lights..." I remember picking it up at a later date to add yet another task and seeing Bryson had added "kick a little ass on the piano." Oh do we miss you Ron-all of us. Trusting the little signs are YOU giving us some encouragement along the way. It's just something you'd do. Your neighbors put it best-GREATLY LOVED-DEEPLY MISSED. Says it all.
I remember this night three years ago, very well. Little Nate stayed overnight. Ron and Nate "worked" in the garage for hours, then watched a movie together. I wish I could remember which one, but I don't. I wish I could remember what we ate for supper, but I don't. Ron slept in the recliner, and Nate on the couch, because Ron said he never wanted Nate to wake up all alone. It was a good night.
I never got to say goodbye. Fare thee well, Ronald. And Adios For Everything.
Always
kt
Saw a quote the other day that reminded me of you Ron: "What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is engraved in the lives of others." -Pericles
Sitting here listening to John Prine wishing you were here playing Christmas carols on the piano. I miss that more that I thought possible, and always will.
We still miss you.
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Thinking of you today...hope you and Curt are talking football and trying to outwit each other with that Woltermann sense of humor. Ask him to do his Chris Farley imitation...I hear it's spot on :) Miss you. --PQ28
Really miss the birthday call to you and having you answer "This is Ron...what can I do for you. Missing you on your birthday.
Missing ya dad, as all the other days. Happy Birthday! ...Tam & Trav
Not a day goes by.....
Today was one of those days dad...as you know...Your name was put on a heart but as I was making it a flood of memories came back and I can't even say in words what an honor it is to be your daughter. You will always be the wind beneath my wings. Thank you dad! You and your wisdom are engraved in my heart forever!
Tonight is the night all those years ago that Ron somehow survived the crash in the Bob Marshall Wilderness. The guy that Ron talked to in the Salt Lake tower called Gary to see how the family is doing and to send his best to all. And just now Brittne was talking about a guy on TV and said, "He's like Sky King...a perfect gentleman." How cool that you are still so much a part of our lives, and always will be. That's the mark you left, my friend. Just feeling beyond grateful tonight that we were given those extra years.
Always in my heart, forever in my soul... Thank you for the beautiful music! The whole construction crew still stops working when the song plays...thank you for protecting us...
The other day the grandkids lost one of their sheep, "Princess Leah", in childbirth. They said to me, "Don't worry, gram. Princess Leah just flew right up to heaven and Papa Ron's gonna take care her for us."
I can just see the look on Ron's face if he suddenly became the caretaker of a sheep! Makes me laugh every time I think about it.
Damn, I miss him.
The last time I wrote was on the night of the anniversary of Ron's crash in the Bob Marshall Wilderness. Had an experience later that night (like we all have who were close to him) that I knew was a sign from him-he's good at that!! So the next morning, I'm thinking about this, knowing he was on Brittne's mind, wondering if Bryson had had any kind of sign, thinking I'm going to email him and ask. JUST THEN I get a text from Bryson saying, "Can you see this?" It was the car in front of him as he was driving to work. I was shaking I was so excited, because I knew--on the license plate on the car right in front of him: "SKY KING." Thanks Sky King!!!!
Visited Uncle Jerry this week. As usual, he talks and talks and talks about Ron and how much he misses him. Says he has dreams about him all the time. He always sums it up well: "He was the just the greatest guy I've ever known."
Ditto, Uncle Jerry.
Holy Smokes... 5 years of tears. Missing you every day of those 1825. Crazy how time is. Forever your daughter xoxo
Thanks to my pal Paula for directing me to this site...I didn't hear about Ron leaving us for four months...I had just come home for a few days after working in Idaho for some time...I was devastated...Ron was my best friend through school...so many stories to tell. I told Paula I can remember stories back to second grade. Many days in the old Lincoln, the Volkswagon, or on the Cushman...skipping school and buzzing study hall in the Cub...wow. I will pop on and relay some of those tales from time to time now that I know the site is here. I must say that Ron was one of the most admirable people I have known. Those times were generally spent cracking each other up...what memories. Even though we went our separate ways, when we met it was like it was yesterday. We would spend time telling stories about each of our worlds and doing what we did best...cracking each other up. So many days in the basement putting model planes together while Paula was having to practice the piano upstairs. Thanks for these memories and I will add a few when I can.
Just hearing your stories Bob...like the next best thing to hearing them from Ron! Still having that scar on your knee from playing chicken on your bikes and neither would veer (great visual by the way), when Alan Shepard made the first space flight by the USA when you were 10 and all you two could talk about was
kicking the Russians' asses in future space ventures...takes me back in a millisecond. Then he'd come home and tell me, "Then ole Beckers, he said...," then kind of hunch over and laugh. You got that right...you definitely cracked each other up!!
Loved these comments, BB and P. No one could possibly be loved and missed more than Ron. The saying "One of a kind" never proved more true than with him. Lots of hearts broken in pieces forever.
Got an email from Chester who is now a Delta Airlines pilot. He said, "I am the pilot I am today in large part because of Ron." What a truly great compliment from such a truly great guy. Ron shared his love of flying with so many wonderful pilots. For this and so many reasons, Ron left quite a legacy. I believe he will be talked about and loved dearly forever.
sure miss our talks out in the middle of the streat
I wonder what Ron and I would be doing this Memorial weekend if we were still together on Janie Street in Billings. All I know is we'd be laughing about SOMEthing, that's for sure. And there would be music.
Listening to your fiddle and piano playing as I'm writing this. So glad we've got it, but I still expect to see you on the piano when I hear it. Funny thing, time. And now you know what it's all about. Miss you, my brother and friend.
MISS YOU EVERY HOUR OF EVERYDAY...
Had dinner with Gary the other night and toasted in your honor...a little Crown Royal like that snowy day at the Rainbow. "Sm-o-o-o-oth." Miss the birthday calls. Here's to you, always missed, always loved.
Happy Birthday.. listened to a little SPIRIT in the Sky and your CD...thanks for the fly by. Love Always!
I remember every second of that night six years ago today, December 7, 2008. Weird how some days it seems like a long, long time ago and other times it feels like just yesterday. So many lives shattered and changed forever and ever. Still doesn't seem real. Just a long, long nightmare. I miss his face. His smile. His voice. His hands. His sense of humor. And most of all his love.
Married twenty years May 31st.
Happy Birthday to you, Bro! Miss you every day.
Happy Birthday Ronnie. Miss you.
Happy Birthday Ronnie. Miss you
7 years and counting. Gone wa-a-a-a-y too soon for our liking. Wondering what you're up to, Rocket Man. Miss your HILARIOUS "visuals," for starters.
Ron and I are married 21 years today. I remember every moment of our wedding in South Dakota. All our family and friends and all the laughs. "Unchained Melody" at the chapel. Then our honeymoon in the Black Hills and Deadwood. Man, we had so much fun. Thank God for memories until we meet again.
I still remeber you Ronnie where ever you are now...
Happy Birthday Dad! Saw the jet streams! Thank you! Spirit in the sky.....and ditto!
Tonight brought me to tears again, on what a great great dad I was lucky enough to have. I got done teaching and my daughter picked me up and said, “Mom, this guy at the bar asked me how my uncle was doing?”, the pilot. My daughter politely said, that he had the wrong person. He was adamant that he did not. After conversation she realized, it wasn’t her uncle, it was her grandpa Ron he had met. She explained that her grandpa had passed on years ago. He was shocked, said he looked so young, but explained how he would never forget meeting him in the cities and how he bought pizza and beer for everyone! His said,”damn, all the good die young!” He bought a beer for my daughter and toasted to Captain Ron! ...How my daughter smiled to have a man meet dad once and have such an impact on him. Never forgotten, your spirit is with us always! Love you and your selflessness and kindness to other is handed down through others!!!
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