Son of Roscoe Ronald Conoley and Gladys "Marie" Young.
Thorndale High School Class of 1976.
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Ronnie was my very 1st childhood friend. We lived about 3 houses away from one another when we were born. I guess we must have been about 3 years old, maybe 4, the first time I can remember us playing together. I remember being very little and playing (for what reason I don't know) in the the chicken pens in the back yard of Harvey Artieschoufsky and his mother's house. Strange, you might say, but that is my first memory of Ronnie's friendship.
My Dad's work as an ironworker required us to move several times during my childhood. But, we returned to Thorndale when I was beginning the 5th grade. Ronnie and I began school together at that point.
When we were in the 6th grade, Ronnie had saved his money to buy a box of Valentine candy for me. He didn't ever get to give it to me and said his little brother, Meredith, had eaten it. I was probably crushed and upset, but it was so sweet of him and it is funny to look back on that memory now.
I always thought Ronnie was cute when we were little. As we progressed through school and began our teen years, Ronnie became a very nice looking young man. He had a great sense of humor and was friends with everyone in school and outside of school. He respected his elders and was the most well mannered wherever he went.
I'll never forget his laugh or his smile. I can't mimic that laugh, but I can still hear it in my mind. He was a bit of a joker and was sometimes the class clown, but that was just another of his qualities. He was our "Fonzie" during homecoming week.
When we were either freshmen or sophomores, in English, we were assigned to write a paper about what we wanted to be when we finished school. I don't recall what it was that Ronnie said he wanted to be. The only part of his paper that remains in my mind is that he said he wouldn't live to be 25 years old. He went further in his paper to say he wanted to be cremated and have his ashes scattered. I thought it was rather bizarre that he would think such a thing, but he was serious. I don't know if he really knew that he wouldn't live to be 25 or if he just thought it would make a good paper.
A few short years later, tragedy struck. Ronnie had taken his girlfriend home and stopped by the KC Hall in Taylor for a few minutes. When he left the KC, less than a mile down the road his car was struck in the rear-end by another car. The impact of the collision caused Ronnie's head to slam back against the headrest as the car went into a spin. I understand the doctors said that when the car was spinning, Ronnie's brain was as well. Ronnie was taken to Scott & White Hospital. Ronnie was the youngest of our class, but when he arrived at the hospital, due to his physical build and looks, they believed him to be at least a man of 25, though he was only 17. Yes, there is that 25 again. He was in a coma for over 5 years and never awakened again.
I never saw Ronnie after his accident and many times I wish I had. I selfishly felt that I couldn't handle seeing him in such a state. I wanted to remember Ronnie as the happy-go-lucky lively person that he had always been. Many of us often wondered if there might have been one someone, a particular someone, that Ronnie was waiting to come see him and then he would either wake up and be on his way to recovery, or that he could finally let go. Maybe that did happen, I don't know.
To Ronnie and his family: My sincerest apologies for not going to see Ronnie and letting each you know how much I cared. The least I could have done is to have been there for all of you. I never said "goodbye" to Ronnie and I still won't. I pray that one day, the good Lord willing, I'll see his smiling face again, tell him "hello" and enjoy eternity with him and all my loved ones that have gone before me.
In the meantime.....Rest In Peace, Ronnie and know that you are loved and remembered in the fondest of ways.
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CONOLEY, Ronald C. of Thorndale. Age 22. Died 3/13/1981 (Friday) in an Austin nursing center. He had lain unconscious since 1/23/1976 when he was injured in a car accident. Memorial services held (Sunday) in Condra Memorial Chapel in Taylor.
He was BORN 8/29/1958 in Austin. He was a member of the football team and a senior in high school at the time of the tragedy, but at commencement his diploma was presented to his parents. Later a fund in his honor was collected and his family presented that to the City of Thorndale to purchase the city's first new ambulance. A plaque in City Hall memorializes this gift. In the services on Sunday a beautiful tribute of love was spoken by Ronnie's father and this was followed by a eulogy "I Remember Ronnie" by his uncle, Col. of the USAF (retired) Rufus Conoley of Austin. The family suggested that any memorials be made to the Eye Bank in Austin.
SURVIVORS: Parents, M/M Roscoe Conoley of Thorndale; sister, Sonna Conoley of Austin; 2 brothers, Frank Conoley of Houston and Meredith Conoley of Austin; 3 nieces and a nephew.
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My sincerest and most heartfelt thanks to Gods Special Angel for the wonderful and generous surprise of her sponsorship of Ronnie's memorial. You brought tears to my eyes and I will forever be grateful.
~~~♥~~~ God Bless You, Linda ~~~♥~~~
Thorndale High School Class of 1976.
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Ronnie was my very 1st childhood friend. We lived about 3 houses away from one another when we were born. I guess we must have been about 3 years old, maybe 4, the first time I can remember us playing together. I remember being very little and playing (for what reason I don't know) in the the chicken pens in the back yard of Harvey Artieschoufsky and his mother's house. Strange, you might say, but that is my first memory of Ronnie's friendship.
My Dad's work as an ironworker required us to move several times during my childhood. But, we returned to Thorndale when I was beginning the 5th grade. Ronnie and I began school together at that point.
When we were in the 6th grade, Ronnie had saved his money to buy a box of Valentine candy for me. He didn't ever get to give it to me and said his little brother, Meredith, had eaten it. I was probably crushed and upset, but it was so sweet of him and it is funny to look back on that memory now.
I always thought Ronnie was cute when we were little. As we progressed through school and began our teen years, Ronnie became a very nice looking young man. He had a great sense of humor and was friends with everyone in school and outside of school. He respected his elders and was the most well mannered wherever he went.
I'll never forget his laugh or his smile. I can't mimic that laugh, but I can still hear it in my mind. He was a bit of a joker and was sometimes the class clown, but that was just another of his qualities. He was our "Fonzie" during homecoming week.
When we were either freshmen or sophomores, in English, we were assigned to write a paper about what we wanted to be when we finished school. I don't recall what it was that Ronnie said he wanted to be. The only part of his paper that remains in my mind is that he said he wouldn't live to be 25 years old. He went further in his paper to say he wanted to be cremated and have his ashes scattered. I thought it was rather bizarre that he would think such a thing, but he was serious. I don't know if he really knew that he wouldn't live to be 25 or if he just thought it would make a good paper.
A few short years later, tragedy struck. Ronnie had taken his girlfriend home and stopped by the KC Hall in Taylor for a few minutes. When he left the KC, less than a mile down the road his car was struck in the rear-end by another car. The impact of the collision caused Ronnie's head to slam back against the headrest as the car went into a spin. I understand the doctors said that when the car was spinning, Ronnie's brain was as well. Ronnie was taken to Scott & White Hospital. Ronnie was the youngest of our class, but when he arrived at the hospital, due to his physical build and looks, they believed him to be at least a man of 25, though he was only 17. Yes, there is that 25 again. He was in a coma for over 5 years and never awakened again.
I never saw Ronnie after his accident and many times I wish I had. I selfishly felt that I couldn't handle seeing him in such a state. I wanted to remember Ronnie as the happy-go-lucky lively person that he had always been. Many of us often wondered if there might have been one someone, a particular someone, that Ronnie was waiting to come see him and then he would either wake up and be on his way to recovery, or that he could finally let go. Maybe that did happen, I don't know.
To Ronnie and his family: My sincerest apologies for not going to see Ronnie and letting each you know how much I cared. The least I could have done is to have been there for all of you. I never said "goodbye" to Ronnie and I still won't. I pray that one day, the good Lord willing, I'll see his smiling face again, tell him "hello" and enjoy eternity with him and all my loved ones that have gone before me.
In the meantime.....Rest In Peace, Ronnie and know that you are loved and remembered in the fondest of ways.
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CONOLEY, Ronald C. of Thorndale. Age 22. Died 3/13/1981 (Friday) in an Austin nursing center. He had lain unconscious since 1/23/1976 when he was injured in a car accident. Memorial services held (Sunday) in Condra Memorial Chapel in Taylor.
He was BORN 8/29/1958 in Austin. He was a member of the football team and a senior in high school at the time of the tragedy, but at commencement his diploma was presented to his parents. Later a fund in his honor was collected and his family presented that to the City of Thorndale to purchase the city's first new ambulance. A plaque in City Hall memorializes this gift. In the services on Sunday a beautiful tribute of love was spoken by Ronnie's father and this was followed by a eulogy "I Remember Ronnie" by his uncle, Col. of the USAF (retired) Rufus Conoley of Austin. The family suggested that any memorials be made to the Eye Bank in Austin.
SURVIVORS: Parents, M/M Roscoe Conoley of Thorndale; sister, Sonna Conoley of Austin; 2 brothers, Frank Conoley of Houston and Meredith Conoley of Austin; 3 nieces and a nephew.
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My sincerest and most heartfelt thanks to Gods Special Angel for the wonderful and generous surprise of her sponsorship of Ronnie's memorial. You brought tears to my eyes and I will forever be grateful.
~~~♥~~~ God Bless You, Linda ~~~♥~~~
Son of Roscoe Ronald Conoley and Gladys "Marie" Young.
Thorndale High School Class of 1976.
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Ronnie was my very 1st childhood friend. We lived about 3 houses away from one another when we were born. I guess we must have been about 3 years old, maybe 4, the first time I can remember us playing together. I remember being very little and playing (for what reason I don't know) in the the chicken pens in the back yard of Harvey Artieschoufsky and his mother's house. Strange, you might say, but that is my first memory of Ronnie's friendship.
My Dad's work as an ironworker required us to move several times during my childhood. But, we returned to Thorndale when I was beginning the 5th grade. Ronnie and I began school together at that point.
When we were in the 6th grade, Ronnie had saved his money to buy a box of Valentine candy for me. He didn't ever get to give it to me and said his little brother, Meredith, had eaten it. I was probably crushed and upset, but it was so sweet of him and it is funny to look back on that memory now.
I always thought Ronnie was cute when we were little. As we progressed through school and began our teen years, Ronnie became a very nice looking young man. He had a great sense of humor and was friends with everyone in school and outside of school. He respected his elders and was the most well mannered wherever he went.
I'll never forget his laugh or his smile. I can't mimic that laugh, but I can still hear it in my mind. He was a bit of a joker and was sometimes the class clown, but that was just another of his qualities. He was our "Fonzie" during homecoming week.
When we were either freshmen or sophomores, in English, we were assigned to write a paper about what we wanted to be when we finished school. I don't recall what it was that Ronnie said he wanted to be. The only part of his paper that remains in my mind is that he said he wouldn't live to be 25 years old. He went further in his paper to say he wanted to be cremated and have his ashes scattered. I thought it was rather bizarre that he would think such a thing, but he was serious. I don't know if he really knew that he wouldn't live to be 25 or if he just thought it would make a good paper.
A few short years later, tragedy struck. Ronnie had taken his girlfriend home and stopped by the KC Hall in Taylor for a few minutes. When he left the KC, less than a mile down the road his car was struck in the rear-end by another car. The impact of the collision caused Ronnie's head to slam back against the headrest as the car went into a spin. I understand the doctors said that when the car was spinning, Ronnie's brain was as well. Ronnie was taken to Scott & White Hospital. Ronnie was the youngest of our class, but when he arrived at the hospital, due to his physical build and looks, they believed him to be at least a man of 25, though he was only 17. Yes, there is that 25 again. He was in a coma for over 5 years and never awakened again.
I never saw Ronnie after his accident and many times I wish I had. I selfishly felt that I couldn't handle seeing him in such a state. I wanted to remember Ronnie as the happy-go-lucky lively person that he had always been. Many of us often wondered if there might have been one someone, a particular someone, that Ronnie was waiting to come see him and then he would either wake up and be on his way to recovery, or that he could finally let go. Maybe that did happen, I don't know.
To Ronnie and his family: My sincerest apologies for not going to see Ronnie and letting each you know how much I cared. The least I could have done is to have been there for all of you. I never said "goodbye" to Ronnie and I still won't. I pray that one day, the good Lord willing, I'll see his smiling face again, tell him "hello" and enjoy eternity with him and all my loved ones that have gone before me.
In the meantime.....Rest In Peace, Ronnie and know that you are loved and remembered in the fondest of ways.
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CONOLEY, Ronald C. of Thorndale. Age 22. Died 3/13/1981 (Friday) in an Austin nursing center. He had lain unconscious since 1/23/1976 when he was injured in a car accident. Memorial services held (Sunday) in Condra Memorial Chapel in Taylor.
He was BORN 8/29/1958 in Austin. He was a member of the football team and a senior in high school at the time of the tragedy, but at commencement his diploma was presented to his parents. Later a fund in his honor was collected and his family presented that to the City of Thorndale to purchase the city's first new ambulance. A plaque in City Hall memorializes this gift. In the services on Sunday a beautiful tribute of love was spoken by Ronnie's father and this was followed by a eulogy "I Remember Ronnie" by his uncle, Col. of the USAF (retired) Rufus Conoley of Austin. The family suggested that any memorials be made to the Eye Bank in Austin.
SURVIVORS: Parents, M/M Roscoe Conoley of Thorndale; sister, Sonna Conoley of Austin; 2 brothers, Frank Conoley of Houston and Meredith Conoley of Austin; 3 nieces and a nephew.
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My sincerest and most heartfelt thanks to Gods Special Angel for the wonderful and generous surprise of her sponsorship of Ronnie's memorial. You brought tears to my eyes and I will forever be grateful.
~~~♥~~~ God Bless You, Linda ~~~♥~~~
Thorndale High School Class of 1976.
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Ronnie was my very 1st childhood friend. We lived about 3 houses away from one another when we were born. I guess we must have been about 3 years old, maybe 4, the first time I can remember us playing together. I remember being very little and playing (for what reason I don't know) in the the chicken pens in the back yard of Harvey Artieschoufsky and his mother's house. Strange, you might say, but that is my first memory of Ronnie's friendship.
My Dad's work as an ironworker required us to move several times during my childhood. But, we returned to Thorndale when I was beginning the 5th grade. Ronnie and I began school together at that point.
When we were in the 6th grade, Ronnie had saved his money to buy a box of Valentine candy for me. He didn't ever get to give it to me and said his little brother, Meredith, had eaten it. I was probably crushed and upset, but it was so sweet of him and it is funny to look back on that memory now.
I always thought Ronnie was cute when we were little. As we progressed through school and began our teen years, Ronnie became a very nice looking young man. He had a great sense of humor and was friends with everyone in school and outside of school. He respected his elders and was the most well mannered wherever he went.
I'll never forget his laugh or his smile. I can't mimic that laugh, but I can still hear it in my mind. He was a bit of a joker and was sometimes the class clown, but that was just another of his qualities. He was our "Fonzie" during homecoming week.
When we were either freshmen or sophomores, in English, we were assigned to write a paper about what we wanted to be when we finished school. I don't recall what it was that Ronnie said he wanted to be. The only part of his paper that remains in my mind is that he said he wouldn't live to be 25 years old. He went further in his paper to say he wanted to be cremated and have his ashes scattered. I thought it was rather bizarre that he would think such a thing, but he was serious. I don't know if he really knew that he wouldn't live to be 25 or if he just thought it would make a good paper.
A few short years later, tragedy struck. Ronnie had taken his girlfriend home and stopped by the KC Hall in Taylor for a few minutes. When he left the KC, less than a mile down the road his car was struck in the rear-end by another car. The impact of the collision caused Ronnie's head to slam back against the headrest as the car went into a spin. I understand the doctors said that when the car was spinning, Ronnie's brain was as well. Ronnie was taken to Scott & White Hospital. Ronnie was the youngest of our class, but when he arrived at the hospital, due to his physical build and looks, they believed him to be at least a man of 25, though he was only 17. Yes, there is that 25 again. He was in a coma for over 5 years and never awakened again.
I never saw Ronnie after his accident and many times I wish I had. I selfishly felt that I couldn't handle seeing him in such a state. I wanted to remember Ronnie as the happy-go-lucky lively person that he had always been. Many of us often wondered if there might have been one someone, a particular someone, that Ronnie was waiting to come see him and then he would either wake up and be on his way to recovery, or that he could finally let go. Maybe that did happen, I don't know.
To Ronnie and his family: My sincerest apologies for not going to see Ronnie and letting each you know how much I cared. The least I could have done is to have been there for all of you. I never said "goodbye" to Ronnie and I still won't. I pray that one day, the good Lord willing, I'll see his smiling face again, tell him "hello" and enjoy eternity with him and all my loved ones that have gone before me.
In the meantime.....Rest In Peace, Ronnie and know that you are loved and remembered in the fondest of ways.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~♥~~~~~~~~~~~~~
CONOLEY, Ronald C. of Thorndale. Age 22. Died 3/13/1981 (Friday) in an Austin nursing center. He had lain unconscious since 1/23/1976 when he was injured in a car accident. Memorial services held (Sunday) in Condra Memorial Chapel in Taylor.
He was BORN 8/29/1958 in Austin. He was a member of the football team and a senior in high school at the time of the tragedy, but at commencement his diploma was presented to his parents. Later a fund in his honor was collected and his family presented that to the City of Thorndale to purchase the city's first new ambulance. A plaque in City Hall memorializes this gift. In the services on Sunday a beautiful tribute of love was spoken by Ronnie's father and this was followed by a eulogy "I Remember Ronnie" by his uncle, Col. of the USAF (retired) Rufus Conoley of Austin. The family suggested that any memorials be made to the Eye Bank in Austin.
SURVIVORS: Parents, M/M Roscoe Conoley of Thorndale; sister, Sonna Conoley of Austin; 2 brothers, Frank Conoley of Houston and Meredith Conoley of Austin; 3 nieces and a nephew.
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My sincerest and most heartfelt thanks to Gods Special Angel for the wonderful and generous surprise of her sponsorship of Ronnie's memorial. You brought tears to my eyes and I will forever be grateful.
~~~♥~~~ God Bless You, Linda ~~~♥~~~
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