Comments on: Love Amid the Rubble: Ronnie Lane and Saint Stan

By: Dana Spiardi

Dana Spiardi — Tue, 02 Aug 2022 20:14:08 +0000

In reply to juliet. Hi Juliet. I apologize for my long delay in responding to your lovely comment. Yes, Ronnie's story is a touching one. Sorry I made you cry, but....well, it's better to let your passion move you. I really appreciate your comment. Thanks again and take care!

By: Dana Spiardi

Dana Spiardi — Tue, 02 Aug 2022 20:07:06 +0000

In reply to Fern Bast. Hi Fern! Sorry for the long reply in responding to your wonderful comment. It brings a "warm glow to my heart" to learn that my article had such a moving impact on a fellow music lover! That's INCREDIBLE that you were Ronnie's cousin!! I always imaged him to be a kind man. And, there often are not many people who are kind to us growing up, especially when you're a bit different in any way. Wow, thanks again for liking my article so much. And again, I apologize for my delay in responding.

By: Fern Bast

Fern Bast — Fri, 12 Nov 2021 09:33:57 +0000

Thank you I found your post on a grey and painful morning. It has brought a warm glow to my heart. I have very fond memories of Ronnie. As an 11 year old I got to sit in on some of the bands early rehearsals before they had a name. Ronnie my cousin was so kind to me when many people hadn’t been. His smile was infectious.

By: Dana Spiardi

Dana Spiardi — Fri, 24 Sep 2021 01:21:56 +0000

In reply to Lelly. Thanks so much for sharing that story, Lelly. It's beautiful - just like Ronnie and his song. Thanks for reading my blog. All the best.

By: Lelly

Lelly — Thu, 23 Sep 2021 20:47:22 +0000

I came across this article after talking to my friend about my loving relationship with my own dad and how Ronnie Lane’s song that encapsulated it brought a massive lump to my throat when I (very often) listen to it.
Like Ronnie, I was born and brought up in the east end of London and the song resonated so much – about the debris where I played, the Sunday morning market and how poor post war east Enders (of London in this case) were. And especially about the often unspoken but very strong love and connection that many children had with their parents in the post war period.
A love song indeed.