Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Ross will always have a special place in my heart and in my memories. Joking with Dad, working the Kincaid Free Fair Lyon's Club hamburger stand, eating pie at the family reunion, helping work cattle or just shooting the breeze, Ross is there. One particular instance when I was a kid, I was helping work cattle at the farm when I caught my knee on a barb wire fence. I stumbled out of the brush looking for my dad and found Ross. Seeing my torn up knee, he quietly got out his first aid kit, broke open the idodine and patched me up with all the care of a certified nurse. The memory of that gruff, tan man in his gas service grey shirt, badaging my knee with care is one that brings a smile to my face whenever I see that tiny scar on my knee.
I will greatly miss that quiet, tan man with a heart of gold. My deepest sympathies to Sue and his family.
