Column No. 55
Bob Ring, Al Ring, Tallia Pfrimmer Cahoon
This column wasn’t planned as one of the series on the history of events along
the Ruby Road. Rather it’s a special column about a life event, celebrating the
life of Bob and Al Ring’s father, Clinton E. Ring, who died suddenly in
September. So in the Ring brothers’ words:
“Dad was born in Flat River, Kansas on October 1, 1915. His father Ambrose was a
mining engineer (more later), so as a youngster Dad moved around the western
states, living in one mining camp after another. We remember fondly his story of
playing golf on desert courses with oiled sand ‘greens’ as a putting surface. He
was smart enough to skip a grade of school and started college at the University
of Utah at the age of 15. When the mining business re-located Ambrose and our
grandmother Grace to Tucson, Dad came along too, switched schools, and graduated
from the University of Arizona with a degree in Mechanical Engineering at the
young age of 19.
“Two major events quickly followed graduation. The first was hooking up with the
General Electric Company, where he was to work for 40 years. The second was
marrying our mother, Charlotte A. Brehm, who he had met at the U. of A. and who
grew up in Bisbee, Arizona, the daughter of Le Ray Brehm town jeweler.
Characteristically holding on to a good thing, his marriage lasted almost 60
years until ‘death did them part.’
“We were born in the 1940s and have wonderful memories of a full and happy home
life. As children we lived at first in Bridgeport, Connecticut and then
Louisville, Kentucky – places where General Electric had plants. We remember,
and have plenty of family photos to jog that memory, many cross-country family
trips to visit grandparents in Arizona.
“Dad was promoted into management in the refrigeration part of General Electric
and became one of the pioneers in the booming air conditioning business. He
contributed very heavily to the development and success of a new GE product
line. When he retired in 1976, he was Manager of Product Planning for GE Room
Air Conditioning, with several patents for airflow control devices.
“After Dad left GE, he and Mom moved back to Tucson, built a house in the
Catalina foothills, and enjoyed 20 wonderful years together.
“In 1987, while one of Bob’s sons John was attending the U. of A., Dad
rediscovered one of Ambrose’s old photo albums containing 33 photos from
1905/1906 of a place in south-central borderland Arizona called Oro Blanco. One
quiet Sunday Dad and John hopped in John’s station wagon and drove south through
Arivaca and on towards the border to explore the mining country of Oro Blanco.
It had been 80 years since Ambrose and Grace had left the area after only a few
months there on Ambrose’s first mining job. Ambrose’s diary cryptically states,
‘We stayed until conditions became intolerable, personally.’ Why Ambrose and
Grace left Oro Blanco remains a Ring family mystery today.
“As many of you have read in previous columns, those 33 old photographs and that
trip started the Ring family on a quest to find out where those photos were
taken and understand our grandparents history as well as the history of the
area. The quest was reborn when Bob moved to Tucson in 1993 and accelerated
greatly when Al moved to Tucson in 1998.
“Mom died in 1997 after a series of illnesses that taxed her greatly and
gradually wore her down. During that period Dad was the caregiver, reversing the
roles of more than a half century of marriage, doing everything for Mom with
incredible love, dedication, and energy. (We appreciate that many of you readers
remember or are now having similar experiences in your family.)
“Within a year of Mom’s death, Dad sold the house in the foothills and moved to
Santa Catalina Villas independent living community, nestled at the foot of the
Catalina Mountains, only a half-mile from where he and Mom had lived. In his
eight years at Santa Catalina Villas, Dad made many new friends and had an
amazingly (to his sons) active life with all sorts of entertainment and cultural
activities. Such was the conviviality at the Villas, that our families and we
often visited Dad there, periodically attending the Friday night cocktail party,
and many special occasion dinners.
“Meanwhile our research on Oro Blanco and Ruby had resulted in several history
papers that we presented to five annual Arizona History Conventions. We used Dad
as a sounding board for our papers and made him and some of his Villas friends
sit through our presentation rehearsals. Actually, he eagerly participated in
our efforts and became our biggest fan. We couldn’t have asked for more support!
He even went with us on one of our bumpy back road trips to the Oro Blanco
mining country. In fact that was the trip that we blew out a tire on Al’s jeep.
“Years of research culminated in our recently published book, Ruby, Arizona –
Mining, Mayhem, and Murder. Dad was very proud of our efforts on the book, and
thankfully he lived to see and enjoy the product. Drawing on his business
background, he was keenly interested in how we marketed the book. He helped us
put together a mailing list for our initial book announcement brochure. He
couldn’t believe how many books we sold on a supposedly narrow subject, an old
mining district and the mining camp of Ruby. (To date we’ve sold over 800 copies
of the book.) We remember with a smile how mad Dad would get when someone he
knew, and he thought should buy a book, didn’t.
“The family was all set to celebrate Dad’s 90th birthday on October 1st of this
year. We were going to have a party at Bob’s house with family and a few
friends. We had asked everyone to write a letter about Dad, relating his or her
fondest experiences with him. But then Dad went and died suddenly on September
12th. Thankfully, he was active until the end, attending the Pops Concert in
Tucson’s Randolph Park the night before his death, and didn’t suffer a lingering
final illness.
“It was his Villas friends that we had invited to celebrate Dad’s 90th birthday.
We decided to go ahead with the party anyway, a celebration of Dad’s life. Al
made a wonderful DVD of family photos of Dad. The out-of-town family and special
friends gathered again. We switched the venue to Santa Catalina Villas so more
people could attend. We shared the happy experiences we remembered with Dad. It
was a rousing party – at least as rousing as 90-year olds can have.
“Since we didn’t get a chance to give Dad our letters at the party, let us close
this column with a few words directly to him: Dad, thank you for being so
generous with your time, support, affection, and yes, your money. Thank you for
being our friend as well as our Father. You were a gentleman’s gentleman and
that characteristic positively affected not only us, but also everyone you met.
We particularly appreciate your loving support to our families. You will be
missed dearly. Happy Birthday, Dad!”
Dad helps change a tire on a rough off-road trip to Oro Blanco’s mining country. (Photo by Bob Ring, 1998) | |
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Clinton E. Ring, a gentleman’s gentleman and our biggest fan, lives on in our hearts. |
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