In memorium, Ronald Anthony Wikrent
August 8, 1963 - September 16, 2021
Please excuse me for putting this at the top, but I want to remember my “little” brother, Ronald Anthony Wikrent, who finally succumbed after a two year battle with a frighteningly aggressive cancer. He was seven years younger than me, and supported me throughout my life, both materially and spiritually. A few years after I graduated university, Ronnie agreed that he would stay home in Chicago, and support and look after ma, freeing me up to pursue my passion of “trying to save the world.” He built up and ran his own frozen food distribution business, and there were many times when I could have (and perhaps should have) joined him. I certainly would be facing a much more comfortable “retirement” right now, but Ronnie always made sure I was never in real material need of anything. He was constantly thinking of new ways to do business, for me to be financially secure, or to attack political problems. He literally helped feed millions of people in the Chicago area. He delighted in discussing politics and economics with me, and I spent many days each summer staying at his house while in between the special events at which I peddled books on agricultural, industrial and transportation history.
Ronnie, thank you for your love and support over the years. You were the best brother there could be, and I will miss you terribly.
Jonathan here
...only met Ronnie a few times but he was hard to forget. One time Tony and he caught me driving through Chicago and we met near a downtown exit ramp. After a Greektown dinner we walked out into a late-summer dusk and straight ahead was the incredible 108 story Sears Tower illuminated by the setting sun. Ronnie smiled at me and made sure I hadn't missed the crown jewel of Chicago architecture. And no, we don't have anything like that in Minnesota.
That moment explained a lot about Ronnie to me. He had chosen the restaurant precisely so I could get a spectacular view of his hometown. He had Chicago in his bloodstream. I have thought about that evening quite a bit since then and since I cannot exactly explain the Chicago vibe, I rely on Carl Sandburg's description.
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:
They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to kill again.
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the faces of women and children I have seen the marks of wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a
tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities;
Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning as a savage pitted against the wilderness, Bareheaded, Shoveling, Wrecking, Planning, Building, breaking, rebuilding,
Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse, and under his ribs the heart of the people,
Laughing!
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked,
sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player
with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.
Yes indeed, Ronald Anthony Wikrent was a remarkable example of why Sandburg called Chicago the City of the Big Shoulders.