The Narrows crew continues to mourn the loss of longtime Narrows supporter Ronnie Brandt, who passed away recently.
We thought we'd post his photo, since many knew his smile but maybe not his name.
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Herb
said...
It's hard to believe that Ronnie touched so many people with his love of music, sports and his work and is suddenly gone. As a Narrows volunteer, it was music that brought us together but after talking a while we realized that he'd delivered mail to my parents in my old neighborhood, The Globe in the South End of Fall River. We had a lot in common regarding most things except sports. It had nothing to do with the teams ... I just don't like sports. Music was the initial connection but, for me, it was his work in the neighborhood that resonated strongest. We were able to share lots about that neighborhood. His route was where I grew up and many of the folks I'd known as a youngster still live there. He was what I remember the mailman to be from when I was a kid. Back then the mailman would stop to talk with the older folks, joke with the kids and be part of the neighborhood and all of them were men. When I'd drive through that area I'd look for him and sometimes did find him chatting with someone or other... keeping tabs on the neighborhood. Ronnie was true to that ideal of a postman that I'd grown up with; true to his convictions, an honest gentleman, and now missed by so many.
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It's hard to believe that Ronnie touched so many people with his love of music, sports and his work and is suddenly gone. As a Narrows volunteer, it was music that brought us together but after talking a while we realized that he'd delivered mail to my parents in my old neighborhood, The Globe in the South End of Fall River. We had a lot in common regarding most things except sports. It had nothing to do with the teams ... I just don't like sports. Music was the initial connection but, for me, it was his work in the neighborhood that resonated strongest. We were able to share lots about that neighborhood. His route was where I grew up and many of the folks I'd known as a youngster still live there. He was what I remember the mailman to be from when I was a kid. Back then the mailman would stop to talk with the older folks, joke with the kids and be part of the neighborhood and all of them were men. When I'd drive through that area I'd look for him and sometimes did find him chatting with someone or other... keeping tabs on the neighborhood. Ronnie was true to that ideal of a postman that I'd grown up with; true to his convictions, an honest gentleman, and now missed by so many.
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