My first memory of Ralph was at his first Brandywine Mountain Music Convention, back in the '80s (1983?) when there was this red hot jam session in the campground that drew in listeners like a magnet. I was one of the curious listeners that had to go see who was causing such a commotion. At the center of it all was Ralph, who was clearly delighted with all of the attention he was getting. I'll never forget him staring right at me while he played and seeing the sparkle in his eyes. As I recall, the Brandywine Friends folks were so blown away by him (I'm pretty sure Phil Jamison and Gordy Hinners were with him) and his band, that they made room for them on the stage show, something I never saw them do before or since Ralph.

He could take classic Arthur Smith tunes, breathe new life into them, and make them all his own.

I saw him win at Fiddler's Grove three times, so they had to retire him from competition, declaring him a Master Fiddler, in order to give others a chance to win.

I know a lot of people who feel priveleged to have known him and will treasure the memories he so freely gave to everyone.

Rest in peace, Ralph.

-Greg