Charles Vaughn is the younger brother of a classmate from high school. He met Ronnie during one of his summer vacations from college at South Side Baptist Church in Odessa. Ronnie volunteered to work with the Royal Ambassador program.
As it turned out, my parents also started going to Southside Baptist Church after Immanuel Baptist relocated across town. Strange how details get lost with the passage of time.
Charles watched the celebration of life service for Ronnie and sent me a message following the service stating that my voice was identical to Ronnie's.
Sound is often a trigger that prompts a memory. Though Ronnie and I looked alike, I had forgotten that our voices were also closely matched. Neither of us could sign a note on pitch.
During junior high, our parents left us with an aunt and uncle over the weekend that attended a Methodist Church in Odessa. Our aunt thought we'd enjoy singing in the youth choir with her two sons. I don't remember that we enjoyed it, but in the recesses of my memory, I don't think we were ever invited to do that again.
During junior high school, we'd occassionally go to a school dance. That normally required a date. Ronnie was too shy to ask for a date. Consequently, I was the helpful fifteen-minute younger brother. I would initiate a telephone call for him. I'd identify myself as Ronnie, ask for the date, and set him up for rock and roll.
Strange the things you forget across five decades, but the memory puts a smile on my face. My thanks to Vaughn for recalling that my voice was identical to Ronnies.
All MY Best!
Don
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