Ronny from Sweden

Ronny was born in Sweden, somewhere, and his father was a wandering astrologer, who smuggled oysters and crayfish from Canada. And now he’s gone and we miss him. Miss both of them. Yes, Ronny followed his father to the other side just a week after. And now they are once again next to each other, as they were through most of Ronny’s life.

We particularly remember Ronny from the days when his father came to Kavli, and opened the ‘Red Lion’, and it seemed that we had never had it so good. Oysters and crayfish and cider. And Ronny running around the tables with the condiments; the sauce tartar, vinegar, lemon-juice, mustard and mayonnaise.

And later, as a young man, Ronny became widely respected for his work with the poor farmers, and they’ll miss him much. The sound of his truck rolling down the hill has forever gone schtum. No more crackers and cheese and roaring laughter. No more mischief and smiles from behind that steering-wheel.

Ronny leaves very little behind; the truck, some clothes and a few unhung frames. That’s about it. But never mind the meaningless things. He’s left us much more to remember him by, in our hearts and minds. And for that my old boy, we are forever grateful.