Ronnie Dale Scott was born January 22, 1956, in Plainview Texas as Richard Glen Ballard. On his second birthday Ronnie and his sister Carla were adopted by Homer and Ada Scott in Denver Colorado. At that time his name was changed to Ronnie Dale Scott. Then the family moved back to Summersville to live. Ronnie lost his fight with cancer Nov. 16, 2024 at his home in Summersville, making him 68 years, 10 months and 25 days.
Ronnie graduated in 1974 from Summersville high school, after graduating Ronnie spent a short time in the Army before being honorably discharged. After that Ronnie spent time working in Louisiana, Washington state, Wyoming and then Willow Springs MO. During that time, he finished his shop and spent the rest of his life doing what he loved- fishing, hunting, and drinking and most of all working on anything with a motor and visiting with his friends that dropped by the shop. Ronnie was known as a whiz mechanic that could not only fix a motor but could design a tool he needed if one was not available. While he could work on anything with an engine, his favorite was Volkswagens. He could repair them, but he enjoyed turning them into dune buggies or rail buggies. While Ronnie enjoyed hunting and fishing these hobbies paled to compare to his love of mechanicing. He tried to pass on his love for mechanics to his taxi driver Kyle Summers. He said he wasn’t sure how well his teaching took, but he said it with a laugh. Ronnie was also a Mason.
Ronnie was preceded in death by his parents Homer & Ada Scott. One Nephew Eric Lee Thomas. Both sets of grandparents, many aunts, uncles, cousins and his very close, long time friends Ralph Richardson, Ricky Dale Briggs, Don “Tutt” Tuttle, and Tom Hawkins.
He is survived by his sister Carla (Rocky) Thomas of Raymondville MO, His nephew Shane Thomas (Breanna Flynn) of Springfield MO. Aunt Dorothy Sullivan of Summersville MO, and also the family he adopted (or that adopted him) Keith & Michelle Summers, Kyle and Kenzie Summers and their girls Atlee & Islah.
Ronnie will be missed by all who knew and loved him-along with all those he mechaniced for. The corner lot across from the post office will not be the same without Ronnie and Tow-mater, revving the engine on a stand and putting the kids on the square to shame.
