Ronald Fred Douglas 27 March 1917 – 8 February 2010 in West Australia. We’ll meet again…

I remember a friend.
A Letter, dedicated to the family of Ronald Fred Douglas.

The singer of this song is the German Singer Kai Kreowski. Its taken in Australia.

Till a few days ago, I believed that Ron Fred Douglas would still livefar from Germany on the other side of the globe, in Western Australia near Perth in a nursing home. And to think about him alive, that’s givin me a good secure feeling, knowing this mentally strong man, as such I meet him 1987, would live on our planet at least as long as I would do, me being 69. The last time I spoke to Ron on the phone must have been several month before he died on the 8th of February 2010 with 93.

While talking to Ron on the phone, he passed the receiver on to his daughter Jay, to speak to me also. She had come from the States to visit her father. Jay and I talked a while together in a friendly way, we laughed about Life us such and she told me things about her life and Ron. I wanted to know about his physical beings. So, after that call, I got a picture about Ron’s Life at his new home and surroundings, and the way he was rooming about, frightening the nurses, in his wheelchair, to reach the river or lake, so Jay told me. Ron seemed to be like he used to be in good spirits. And that’s how I remember him today.

I don’t know why I had not been informed about Ron’s death but that does not matter. Not knowing about his death, till a couple of days ago, extended his Life in my mind for two more years longer and this wonderful gift I would not like to miss.

I am thankful to have met any single person belonging to Ron’s family, like his son Scot and his Wife and children, which are grownups by know. In my upholstery job, I worked with Ron’s grandson Douglas, the son of Ron’s daughter Peta, in front of their house on Mt. Pleasant. And Ron took me to the Yacht-Club where I went sailing, having afterwards a fine dinner. And I did ride Doug’s bike around the hill, going shopping and getting to know some neighbors, or dreamt under a lemon tree in the backyard, or looking down the hill, seeing in the distance the silhouette of Perth arise out of the morning fog.

And later in the evening doing some cooking, and having late night dinner together and a little sundowner and talking about fixing the world. And so the Weeks went by. Than Ron had moved to another place where I visited him again 1995 and we continued what we had started in 1987. We became true friends.
And I remember one of Rons birthday we celebrated only with woman, all Rons good friends, in an italian restaurant in Perth. Ron and I feeling great, like „two cocks of the walk“.

And a special memory I keep in mind for Ron’s daughter Peta, without her I would have most likely never meet Ron and his colorful, heartwarming family and that would have made my life less rich. And I also like to remember when Peta came over to Germany to see me. I haven’t forgotten her and I hope she will forgive me, if I ever treated her wrong, because it was not meant to be to turn out that way.
There are some fine stories to tell about Ron and me and Life in Australia from his point of view – for instance: driving to Exmouth, I drove all the way and when Ron fell asleep, Joy whispered with a smile: “Com on Peter step on it!” Ron woke up and grumbled: “You drive too fast.”
The sun went down and hit me the last Hour constantly right in the eye. Behind me Joy and her little dog, who was blowing me his bad breath in the nose and lick my cheeks and neck. But he loved the Brandy and Joy gave him some and at ones he played dead.

We also drove ones to Geralton, where Ron had a bookkeeping job to do. Keeping a farmer save from the Tax department, or helping at the Lions-Club the disabled – if I ever get around writing all those stories, well – I don’t know. But I will do that, if the good spirit of Ron is with me and he will say to me in a dream: Yes Peter, do it, write!

Ron and I exchanged over the years some letters. In a letter from August 2003 he wrote: “I hope to see you again Peter before I visit the last house”.
Sorry Ron – I could not make it – but we meet again… don’t know where don’t know when… but we will meet again some sunny day… Ron.

Let’s say goodbye with a smile, dear,
Just for a while, dear, we must part.
Don’t let the parting upset you,
I’ll not forget you, sweetheart.

We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when,
But I know we’ll meet again, some sunny day.
Keep smiling through, just like you always do,
‚Til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away.

So will you please say hello to the folks that I know,
Tell them I won’t be long.
They’ll be happy to know that as you saw me go,
I was singing this song.

After the rain comes the rainbow,
You’ll see the rain go, never fear,
We two can wait for tomorrow,
Goodbye to sorrow, my dear.

My best wishes to the Family Douglas, you will be always welcome at my home.
Peter A. Bruns
PS: Two mates and one girl on the beach again. Ron, Joy and Peter near Exmouth WA 1995 „gone fishin“ – good old times…

And thats me today 2011 in Germany, thinking about good old australien times.


Über Peter A. Bruns

I am editor, autor, publisher of edition august-verlag. I am also working on the industrial construction side insulation. But my main interest is the publication of books. That sounds real, and is real, at my age, born in 1942, being a fool to blog.
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6 Antworten zu Ronald Fred Douglas 27 March 1917 – 8 February 2010 in West Australia. We’ll meet again…

  1. Peta Douglas schreibt:

    I’m not sure why, but today I googled my granfather’s name, Ronald Fred Douglas, to see what would come up. Being halfway across the globe it has been hard to reconcile the fact that the next time I find myself in the wonderful place that is Australia, he will no longer be there. Ron, in my world, was Bongie, the enthusiast of life, books, traveling, sailing and so much more. I am humbled by the person that he was and wish, more than anything in the world, I had been able to spend more time with him. He was an incredible man and I am honored to call him my grandfather.

    Jay is mum and I think everyday about how much he meant to her and how hard it must be, not only to be so far from home but now even father from him. He is a testament to the power of the human mind and body, living till 93 and accomplishing great feats. When he passed my mum and Peta tried to contact you but couldn’t find a working number. I know my mum was upset she could not reach you, as he died shortly after you spoke to him on the phone

    Thank you so much for this post, it is a cherished memory.

    Peta Douglas

    • Peter A. Bruns schreibt:

      Dear Peta, the thrill I felt when I received your letter can not be overestimated. Yes I know I am an old man with 69 but what it means “to be an old man” has become from the moment I meet Ron, an entirely different meaning. You can’t imagine how happy I am, to receive a Letter from you Peta, you being Ron’s grandchild. I am thankful that our modern times providing us with the internet. Would I other ways ever heart from the family Douglas again? You found wonderful words about your grandfather in your letter. Did you write it in a plane from America to Australia? Because you wrote: “Being halfway across the globe… to Australia”. However Peta, you made me real glad by sending me that heartwarming letter. Whenever you, or anyone of your relatives or friends touring good old Europe, your all are most welcome. And I am saying it in the spirit of Ron. Yes I know “Bongie” (I never called him so), was an enthusiast of life, an incredible man indeed. It’s a great loss for me, that he is not alive anymore. But his spirit is still with me. Thank you again for your letter and please give my love to your mum and aunt Peta. I would be glad to hear from you again, if you like. Fondly Peter

  2. Peter, thanks for sharing those thoughts, very touching to read that you’ve still got those lively pictures and memories from your time down in OZ. Glad you’ve met so lovely people over here! Without having met Ron, from your little stories I learn he’s been a very special person, and at the age of 93 he must have had, as they say down here „a good innings“. all the best Julica

    • Peter A. Bruns schreibt:

      Julica, thank you for your kind words! Hoping you are fine over there. And remember: please come to say hello, when you are on this side of the world again. I would realy like to meet you. Keep up the good work. fondly Peter.

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    • Peter A. Bruns schreibt:

      Dear reader, I dont know what your talking about, or what your after. Tell me please more about „your mission“. What’s it all about? I am wondering what are your connections to Ron Doughlas or for that matter, to me?
      Peter A. Bruns

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