Mr. Ron Grayson KB5DKW

Ron Grayson, KB5DKW was a dedicated amateur radio operator. He was well versed in a number of personalities. He played music, loved CW, and loved his computer. Ron and I exchanged lots of emails; some he just rambled and others shared a story in his life. I found most of his writing to be very interesting. Several emails that I saved had a book he wrote attached, usually one chapter per email. The book is long and contained hardly any paragraph indentations that would help make it easier to read. I think his mind was racing and he was trying his best to get it all on his computer. I do not think he would mind me sharing this with you.

Please click here to read his book. Ron had a lot of wisdom in the few words he spoke and from his book you can tell he was quite set in his ways. You may also enjoy reading Ron's story about "My 1st CW Contact". I am happy that we were friends.

Here are a couple of songs Ronny sent to me: Fallen Leaves and Casey Jones. Enjoy!

"Here is an inspirational song that we do a lot... Fallen Leaves. I play dobro with the band, but here I am doing all three and running the sound thanks to a computer. It will sound awful through regular PC speakers using MP3 at 48 but here it is any way." Thanks again... Bro Ronny

Fallen Leaves
On this cold November morning here I stand
By the graveside of this dear forgotten man 
Thinking of the friends he lost for love of gold
This old story through the years has oft been told.
Some folks drift along through life and never thrill
To the feeling that a good deed brings, until
It's too late but they're ready to lie down
There beneath the leaves that are scattered on the ground.
Fallen leaves that lie scattered on the ground
The birds and flowers that were here cannot be found
All the friends we ever had are not around
They are scattered like the leaves upon the ground.
Lord let my eyes see every need of every man
Make me stop and always lend a helping hand
Then when I'm laid beneath my little grassy mound
There'll be more friends around than leaves upon the ground.
To your grave there's no use taking any gold
You cannot use it when it's time for hands to fold
When you leave this earth for a better home someday
The only things you'll take are what you gave away.
Fallen leaves that lie scattered on the ground
The birds and flowers that were here cannot be found
All the friends we ever had are not around
They are scattered like the leaves upon the ground.