I recently had to do something I have been doing way too frequently recently, pay my respects to a friend and old-time employee. Ron Tungate was a worker any company would love to have. He was never late, he worked hard, did his job well and he stayed with us through thick and thin. Ron was one of those individuals that at times I wondered if it wasn’t me working for him. He never complained (to me anyway) and watched out for my and his company. He and Ed Daugherty were with me for about as long as I was at White Felt and both of them were friends as well as co-workers and I would do anything for both of them.
Ron ran our mixing room and he did a great job. Seldom did we have problems with the product we produced because of Ron. He watched over the machines, cleaned them daily and told me if something needed to be repaired. Probably most important of all, he cared; he cared for his fellow employees, his boss and my wife and his family. His mother lived nearby for several years and she would always be out walking every day she could (and some she should not have). Ron took care of her right up to the end; he took her to the grocery and if he took a drive he would take his mother too, just to get her out.
He was, along with Eddie, people I could and did frequently trust and ask for help when needed, and both never turned me down.
Ron had a heart as big as all outdoors; he would give you the shirt off his back if he felt you needed it. He was, in his way, a character. If he didn’t moan and groan when I came in each morning I was worried he was mad at me for some reason. I think he felt I needed the complaining to get me up and going each day. His job was dirty and miserable but he never complained; in fact, he made fun of it for all who came in contact with him. New guys would find him checking up on them for a few days just to be sure they were doing what he and I thought they should be doing. He and his wife were and are both wonderful, caring people and I am glad to call them friends.