Brooklyn, and Washington, and then they took time out to write new material. For almost three years it had been non stop. They were burnt out; the gigs almost every night had taken their toll on most of them. There was little time to do anything else and arguments broke out. Ron called time out after the last gig in Washington; he told the band members that he would be in touch if any new material came to light.’
Ron had met a girl out in Pennsylvania her father ran a farm and she had horses.’
He was driving in his new sports car when he got a flat tyre she was coming past with a horse box trailer where she stopped to give him a hand to replace the wheel.
Her name was Sally Everson, she was a tall blonde haired beauty, and Ron was immediately captivated by her charm. She invited him to dinner not knowing who he was at that time until Vance her younger brother spotted Ron and said “Wow you’re him.’
Him who Vance, said Sally as Vance ran into the house to tell his parents who came out onto the porch. The New England styled ranch house had been built before the Second World War. Charlie and his wife Evie Everson bought the farm from the Peterson’s who grew cotton and whose great grand father had kept black slaves. When independence was announced many of the slaves ran off and there was no one to work the land and the farm went into decline.
Charlie made Alvin Peterson an offer on the farm in 1948 they began to grow a wide variety of crops and turned the farm around. Charlie raised chickens and turkeys and this made him a lot of money.
Ron stayed with Sally for dinner that evening; where he loved the relaxation and the friendliness of the family; they endeared him. They ate good home cooking which Ron liked. He was sick of eating out of hotels and diners. Sally showed him around the farm after dinner then they went to a bar in town where they played pool together and listened to country music.’
The good thing was that the locals didn’t know him and he was able to relax.
“Is there a motel around here where I can stay Sally?’
“Why don’t you just stay with us for a few days?’
I plan on staying here for a while you see Sally and I don’t want to impose on you and you’re family who have been so kind to me.’
“You’re most welcome said the young woman with a brilliant smile.’ There’s the Lakeside Motel about two miles up if you want to stay there. It’s pretty quiet up there and you can spend all day and not bump into a living soul.’
“That’s good because I want to be able to write some songs for our next album.’
“Tell me about this band of yours.’
“Well, not much to tell really Sally.’ I formed Satan’s Claw back in Newcastle in the North East of England.’
“I’ve never been to England what is it like.’
“Well where I was born it is a small estate called the Ridges as it was built on farm land.
“Great stuff Ronnie.’ Do many people live on this estate?’
Ronnie went on to explain about the poverty that existed amongst his towns folk and how he’d been in the Royal Navy as a Chef before taking the job on board the Roaring Venture. They talked all the way to the Lakeside motel where he got a cabin to himself over looking what was one of the most beautiful places he’d ever seen.
The lake stretched some four miles; it was surrounded by trees and wild life. It was after twelve that night when Sally left. She said that she would bring him some