I remember my first meeting with Ron, it was after Ian and I moved to PEI. Me being a western girl was still learning the habits of the Islanders - never ask a direct question! We were in a gift shop that was closing down and this man sidled up to me asking personal questions about where I lived, was from, how long I’d been on the Island. In an attempt to brush him off I started referring to “my husband” every half sentence which just caused this stranger to quiz me about him. At some point the stranger says “who is your husband” and spotting Ian across the room I point him out. Strangers response is “yes but who is he”? Exasperated I blurt out Ian’s name and get “I thought so” in response. Banging my head against the wall I wonder “if you thought you recognized him why didn’t you just come out and ask if the man I was with was Ian?” I know now, it’s not the Islander way.
2 western girls partnered with 2 PEI men threw us together! We enjoyed Ron’s culinary abilities cooking decadent mussel sauces and b-b-Qing. We went to car shows together and our last meeting with Ron was at the Nanton car show last summer. He loved talking about his toy. After all, us western girls had dragged our men back west again!
Ron grew a fantastic garden, he had a real green thumb! Loved his scarlet runners climbing waaay up! And his full raised beds when back to Calgary.
Your humour will be missed, may you be at peace in this next part of your journey. Dianne and Ian
