Summary Of Ron's Wedding Speech-Humorous

Ladies and gentlemen, Ron, or Ronald Kenneth Junni to give him his Sunday name, but most just knew him as Ron, so that’s what I’ll call him today.

Ron was a man with a strong character, and tenacious with it, and quite prepared to fight for the things he wanted in life.

He had a few opinions along the way, if we’re honest, but at least you always knew where you stood, what you saw was most definitely that you got with Ron.

Ron was a proud family man, and a good husband of almost fifty years, and this father of one, grandfather of four, and great-grandfather to two, had a great sense of humour, and would regularly have them all laughing with his funny stories.

Ron was a hard working man too, and would often go the extra mile at work, literally,

Ladies and gentlemen, I am John F Brown and I have the privilege to be your Civil Celebrant for our time here today.

Ron’s story starts way back in 1929, on the fourth of April to be precise, which those of you quick at maths will have already worked out, made Ron 88 on his last birthday earlier this year, and not too far from here, just over in North Shields, because that’s where his mum, Margie, and dad, Mun, were living at the

I had the pleasure of meeting with Ron’s son, Gary, and his fiancée, Jacqueline, the other day, who, many of you will know, I already knew, and I asked where Ron’s mum and dad were living in North Shields. They were bombed out of their home, three times during the war, Mun didn’t much like the Germans after that. Which can’t have been easy, being that Ron was actually the youngest of four siblings. First there was Stan, sadly Stan was actually killed during the second world war, and he was followed by Jim. Then there was Vera, but some seven to ten years later, Ron came along, the baby of the family, I suppose.

Mun was the cook on a fishing boat out of North Shields, and the family moved over to Whitley Bay a bit later, probably when Ron was around fifteen or sixteen, so most of Ron’s schooling was done in North Shields, along with his older brothers and sister. Older brother, Stan, followed their dad into the Merchant Navy too.

I asked Gary if his dad had enjoyed school, “possibly not”, he said, although he never really talked a lot about his early