Book of Memories for Ray Alton Clark

Condolence From Lisa

Thu, 25 Feb 2010 01:00:00 EST

One year ago today DAD... Love and miss you and MOM both so much.
See you soon!
Love Lisa Jill #3

Condolence From Lisa

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 01:00:00 EST

Merry Christmas Dad and Mom
I know you are having a beautiful Christmas with all our loved ones there with you and we sure do miss you all here on earth and I can hardly wait til I get to spend Christmas and eternity with you all.
Love, kisses and big hugs...
Lisa Jill

Condolence From Kathy (Nolley) Moore

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 01:00:00 EDT

I 'loved' Ray. My parents, Richard & Betty Nolley, managed the county home & land that the Daviess Co. Airport was on. Ray taught me to fly shortly after the airport opened. -- he get tired of me 'telling' him where I wanted to go when we were showing one of my friends around town - from the sky. Ray and my dad were very close. I know it bothered him a lot when dad passed away in 1970.
I haven't been home since 1970 but I know that everyone who knew Ray also lost a good friend. He was a very special person when I was a teenager. I wonder if he ever knew that my boyfrield & I would sometimes 'park' on the grass runway after the airport was closed - of course.

Condolence From Ronnie & Lisa

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Happy 90th birthday Dad... I miss you more each day and love you always.
Lisa and Ronnie

Condolence From Bailey Bateman

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Condolence From Jesse A. Hardin

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 01:00:00 EDT

I started flying a two axis Ultra Light in 1988 and got a hanger in Paoli to keep it. I was wanting something with better control and so I bought a three axis Phantom Ultra Light. I quickly found that I didn't have the experence to fly it. This is when I took flying lessions with Ray and got my Pilot license. After taking One or two lessons I felt very confident that I could fly the Phantom.

I have to say that Ray didn't waste any time teaching you to control the plane, first on the ground, then in the air, spins, stalls, snap rows, etc., we did it all. I felt very confident flying with Ray. He told me he was more at home in the air than on the ground, and I believe he was.
Ray gave me the full flying instructions and more, and it was the extra instructions that I believe saved my life at least two times. This is something that a lot of the new flight instructors don't take the time to do, or are afraid of what the plane will do.

Thanks Ray for the extra training.
But it's not enought to say that Ray was a good flight instructor, I believe he was the best. He wasn't afraid of his plane, also he knew just what it would do in about any situation. He was like a guardian angel setting next to you in bad weather.
No one could ground him while he was able to fly, and I believe he is still flying.

Condolence From Jesse A.Hardin

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Condolence From Jesse A. Hardin

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Condolence From Rya Hamilton

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 01:00:00 EDT

What a beautiful day for Pap's celebration! I was proud to be Debbie's daughter and Pap's granddaughter.

Rya

Condolence From Monty R. Howell

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Ray was a very important part of my childhood. Aviation was one of my earliest ventures into adulthood; at the age of 13, Ray made the first entry in my log book that is stamped "Davies County." He was not perfect ,but he was the pilot's pilot whom we all looked up to. An inspiration.
Monty

Condolence From Cathy (Clark) Mills

Sat, 04 Jul 2009 01:00:00 EDT

July 04, 2009
Mom used to say,"You're just like your Dad!
Slow as a seven-year-itch!"
I tried my best to speed things up but that always caused a glitch!
About once a day for many years, I heard those words again,
But I had the Clark genes & attempting to change was invariably in vain.
I grew to be a teen & as most of us would say,
Did NOT want to be "just like Dad" in ANY way!
He was old-fashioned! A Nerd! Too rigid & stern!
But, boy, did I have lessons to learn!
I grew up & moved away,
And I missed Dad's advice about every day!
He would welcome me back every time I came home,
And often he flew me from wherever I'd roamed.
I came to realize I didn't know a thing,
I'd think,"Dad would know" & I'd give him a ring.
He taught me so much, no matter how slow,
I learned that he loved me as best he could show.
I found that my Dad, though sometimes gruff,
Was a man who clearly had the right stuff.
Respected by many & dismissed by few,
Being himself was all he knew.
He taught as a pilot, he taught as a Dad,
Whatever he did, he gave all he had,
He taught me what matters when all's said & done,
It's the journey that's precious & not the prize won.
He's no longer with us & that makes me sad,
But now I'm proud to be "just like my Dad".
~ Cathy(Clark) Mills

Condolence From Vic Fox

Sat, 04 Jul 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Ray was truly a one-of-a-kind person. Rarely does any pilot amass the number of students taught to become pilots, the experiences gained and the amount of flight hours accumulated in a lifetime, that he did.

His presence will certainly be missed.

Condolence From Darrell R Stoll

Fri, 03 Jul 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Ray has always been my hero in the field of avation,knowing that he touched so many lives. I know that he taught so many people to fly, and enjoy the skies, and for that we all have a special place in our heart for his efforts.

Condolence From Jesse A. Hardin

Fri, 03 Jul 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Condolence From Max Allegree

Sun, 28 Jun 2009 01:00:00 EDT

I am writing this for my brother Max Allegree. I remember driving Max to the airport in Wash., Ind. when I first got a driver license.
He worked for Ray as an instructor. He and Ray did it all. They overhauled the engines, repaired and replaced what was necessary to keep them flying. Max later worked for Ford Motor Company in Indpls. for 34 yrs. Over the yrs. Max went to see and to fly with Ray whenever he could.
Up until his death Max would fly his plane and work with him whenever he could. I know he had the highest respect for him, that he could have for any human. God Bless. Neil-- for Max Allegree

Condolence From Neil Allegree

Sun, 28 Jun 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Ray soloed me when I was 69 yrs old. It was where he last flew at the airport close to Vincennes, Ind. It was at the same airfield the he soloed my brother Max 60 yrs. earlier. It was in his Hawk Ultralight. He truly was one of a kind. GOD BLESS,, Neil Allegree.

Condolence From David A. Hershberger

Sat, 20 Jun 2009 01:00:00 EDT

All of my life I've wanted to be a pilot. A friend of mine had an ultralight hangered at the Paoli airport. Well, that's when it all started. After a brief training session and a couple of close calls I realized I didn't know how to fly. That's when I met Ray. After a short introduction I asked if he could teach me some basic flying techniques so I could manage an ultralight safely. We made arrangements for the next weekend. I arrived for a training session and it all began. He didn't waste any time. At that time he was training with a Grummin Tiger. I remember looking at it and thinking about WW2 airplanes. It had that look to me. After a walk around and some basic details about how airplanes fly he said to climb in. My response was "Where do I sit?" He said "You're the pilot, sit in the left seat." Ray explained the instuments and controls, then said "Start her up" and with his help the prop was spinning. Up to that point I was pretty comfortable, but then he stood up and said "I'll be right back". There I sat by myself all alone in an airplane with my feet on the brakes telling myself not to touch anything. I'm sure it was minutes, but it seemed like hours until he returned, but then the lesson started. During the taxi to the main runway, I learned not to use the brakes (Ray didn't like brakes!) and to use the rudder. At the time I knew nothing about anything, not wind or traffic...or...ANYTHING. Anyhow we ended up at the far end of the runway, did a runup and off we went. I'll never forget him saying more rudder repeatedly, and all I could think was we didn't have enough runway and we were going really fast. Just about the time I thought I was dead, he said pull back on the yoke, "WOW". I've been hooked every since that day.

Thanks Ray! For sharing your skills and the wonderfull world of flight.

Condolence From David R Long

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Ray was my inspiration and the reason I began a career in aviation. It was certainly something that I never thought I would ever do. I was just one of the many pilots that he encouraged from my very first flight to become a commercial pilot, flight instructor and later on a charter pilot and enjoyed a long and wonderful career in aviation. It was always a nostalgic pleasure to fly back to the airport in Washington to see Ray again. If you want to hear how Ray influenced me and many other pilots look up "Wow, I'm going to be a pilot" in Avwebs archives or just search Google.

It was all about Ray Clark and his typical passion to inspire young men and women to his wonderful world of aviation.

If anyone of Washington's heros deserver a monument erected in his name it is Ray Clark, for he was in fact just that special and made such a magnificant contribution to aviation.

Aviation was his passion, his life and he left a legacy of hundreds of pilots with his values and love of flying. He lives on in all of us who were fortunate enough to have known and loved him. He will be missed but he is still with each and every pilot that is still using the skills he gave us.

David R. Long
CSMELCFII 1964 and still flying in 2009!
619-588-8910

Condolence From Sharon Goodwin Arnold

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 01:00:00 EDT

I was saddened to hear of Ray's passing and my sympathy goes to all the family. Ray always seemed bigger than life to me. He was always kind to everyone - he was a very good man. As a friend of Jodi's since jr high, I remember that Ray always called me "little Sherry Goodwin." I look forward to seeing Ray's family in July at his memorial service.

Condolence From Mary Ann

Fri, 15 May 2009 01:00:00 EDT

My mind is so full of thoughts of all of you. I am so glad I will get to see the four of you, I hope to see pictures of Janet and of all of your children.
I am sure you miss your Mom and will miss your Dad terribly. I am glad that you are looking forward to seeing them in eternity. I really don't know how people who do not believe can handle the deaths of loved ones.
Your father also endeared himself to my parents. I can't remember
exactly how it was but I know that Mom or Dad were sick and the doctor had called in a prescription to the drugstore. It had snowed a lot and they were not able to get out. Dad called the druggist and said he would get there when he could get out. Your father happened to be in the drugstoreÂ and overheard the conversation. He said he was on his way to the airport and would be going by our house. He picked up the prescription and brought it to my parents. They were so surprised and so grateful to him. Mom told me the story. I was not surprised.....
That was your Dad!

See you in July.
Love, Mary Ann

Condolence From Betty Schultz

Fri, 10 Apr 2009 01:00:00 EDT

To the family of Ray Clark. So sorry for your loss . I loved Ray with all my heart . The most wonderful Brother-in-law a person could ever have and it was a very huge honor to have him in our plummer family and I know if any of my family was here on earth would proudly say the same thing. Everyone in our family loved him dearly.He has a wonderful family that he was proud of also.He was such a caring and loving family and we all in our family will miss him more then words can say. I am so very glad I called him last yr on his Birthday and got to talk awhile with him. He will stay in my heart forever . I love you Ray and I love you girls . God Bless You all. AUNT BETTY

Condolence From David,Lori,Emily & Eli Schnarr

Thu, 09 Apr 2009 01:00:00 EDT

So sorry to hear of the loss of your Dad. I know you didn't want to see him suffer. It is very hard to watch. He was a good man, I always looked up to him and loved to hear his pilot tales. I remember him eating cereal every night. I think of him when I eat cereal at night. I was thinking of him just the other day. May God give you peace and love and only good memories.

Condolence From Jeanie Cobb

Wed, 08 Apr 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Debbie
So sorry to hear about the passing of your Dad. He was a good man and a great Dad and I know how much you all loved him and will miss him.
Our sympathy to your family. God bless.
Jeanie, Patrick, Joshua and the entire Cobb family

Condolence From Jamie & Chuck Garrett

Thu, 02 Apr 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Debbie and Lisa,
Thank you for your condolences. May I extend my sympathy to your family on the passing of your father, also. They were a couple of good ole "fly boys". I am enclosing a check for your Dad's scholarship fund. I am sure my dad was one of the many students who your dad "floated a loan" to. I hope I can send more later.
Thank you,
Jamie

Condolence From Linda & Mike

Sat, 28 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Dear Debra
We were sorry to hear of Ray's death last month. Dad & Mom (Walt & Lila Thurman) shared the newspaper announcement with me when I visited them in Washington last weekend. My husband and I had met your father and Dad had taken us for a ride in the ultralite they had built together. I know Dad really enjoyed being with your father. He was a delightful person. I am mailing a check for $50 to the scholarship fund in your Dad's honor.
Sincerely
Linda Nuneman Thurman & Mike Ander

Condolence From Mary & Jack Steiner

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Dear Lisa & Ron,
We are so sorry for the loss of your Dad. May our thoughts and prayers be a comfort to you at this very difficult time.
With sympathy,
Mary & Jack Steiner

Condolence From Drew Clark

Sun, 22 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

It was brought to my attention that when I signed the guestbook before, for some reason only my information appeared, not my message so I wanted to do this again.

I remember one time when I was a little kid, probably around 9 years old, Dad, Pap and I went down to Evansville to do something that I can't quite remember - I guess whatever three Clark men need to do in Evansville. Anyways, we ate lunch at some restaurant that had a buffet, I think maybe Sirloin Stockade. Naturally, as a little kid, I think all-you-can-eat means I need to cram as much food as humanly possible into myself, even though Dad tells me that I shouldn't put too much food on my plate cause he will make me eat every bite. But, I do put too much, and he does make me eat it all. Afterwards, on the way out of Evansville we stop at a gas station to fill up, and I get out of the car and just throw up everywhere in the parking lot. And while Dad is taking care of me (and telling me he told me not to get all that food), Pap goes to the side of the gas station and gets their hose and just starts spraying the parking lot down, trying to clean up my mess. Of course, Dad tells him to put the hose down, that someone else can do that because they need to get me home but Pap just keeps on goin til the job is done.

This is one of my strongest memories of Pap, maybe in part because I don't remember much else from being a little kid, or because I didn't see him as much as some of the family; however, I like to think I remember it because it helped make me who I am today. Because of that incident, I realize now that we don't sometimes do something because we have to or because it's our responsibility - we do it because we can, because we are able. And just because it might be someone else's job doesn't mean we can't help them out a little bit. Thinking back on that day, I realize it made me a better person, and that's how I want to remember Pap - hose in hand, doin what he could, what he saw needed to be done, but what he didn't necessarily need to do.

Pap, we love you and miss you. Maybe one day you can show us how to fly again, but without the plane.

Condolence From Neil Yeager

Sat, 21 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

I learned to fly at Daviess County Airport and Ray was my first flight instructor. It was 1967 and I was 15 years old. I did not even have a drivers license at the time, I had a friend that was a couple of years older than me and he drove me to airport from my home in Odon. I spent many enjoyable hours flying over those southern Indiana corn fields. I went to get a degree in Aeronautical Engineering from Purdue.

Condolence From #3 daughter

Tue, 17 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Just had to let those who care know I had errands in town yesterday and ran into so many who knew my Dad, Ray Clark. Everyone of them said the Washington Indiana airport should be named after my Dad because if it hadnt been for him there wouldnt even be an airport in Washington. Gone but NEVER forgotten. Missing you so much Dad .... I hear an airplane and I STOP AND LOOK UP...just like you did. Love you. Lisa

Condolence From Shirley,Ray Smitson and Family

Mon, 16 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Ray was the most wonderful man we ever met. We loved him dearly and will be missed.

Condolence From Marian Alvers

Mon, 16 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Ray, I miss you already. You always took the time to talk to me when I called you. I remember about 2 years ago, I called you on your cell. You had one foot in the plane and one on the ground, headed somewhere to pick someone up. But you paused long enough to see what I needed and if it was important. Of course it was important..I wanted to hear your voice and see how you were. You took me up for a plane ride a few years ago and I enjoyed it so much. You pointed out watermelons growing in a field, the Red Skeleton Bridge, the Wabash River..you even offered to stall out the plane but I said "next time". I have now said goodbye to two sisters and four brothers who are all now waiting for me. I loved you a whole bunch and miss you sadly. Are you still picking your ears? With much love, your sister, Marian.

Condolence From Marian Alvers

Mon, 16 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Ray Clark loved dogs. When he was about 16 years old, he had a little black dog. It was very cute with medium long hair. Ray named it SPIZZERINKTUM...and he was called Spizzy. When Spizzy was about two years old, he was killed by a car along the side of a road near our home. Ray brought the dog home and buried it in our backyard. He had tears streaming down his face the whole time, but never said a word.
Ray loved people and animals, well, dogs, and helped everyone he could. May you rest in peace..love, your sister, Marian.

Condolence From Dwight & Viola Cox

Sat, 14 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

So very sorry to hear of the passing of your Dad. He was a nice man. My boys (now men) still remember him taking them up in a plane. It sure made their day!
You are in our thoughts.
Dwight, Viola and family

Condolence From Cheryl Buss

Fri, 13 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

I suppose it was in 1977 when I first met Pap. The things I remember most were his devotion to his family, his unrelenting love of flying and his substance. From the moment you were in his presence you could feel the love and dedication he had for all his children and even though they had been through tough times he continued his dedication to Moom. I never felt like a 'stranger' anytime I saw him no matter where that was. He always talked with me like I was one of his kids and always welcomed me when I came to visit. He tried several times to get me to go up with him but my fear of heights kept me grounded (unfortunately).
His passing has left a great void in many lives and I am so glad I had the priviledge of knowing him. But even more so, I'm glad he was the father of my best friend! His values and dedication live on through her. I love you Debbie!

Condolence From Robert Harbstreit

Fri, 13 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

We are so sorry to hear of Ray's passing. Ray is an icon in the field of aviation. When the Graham Farm's airport was opened by Ray, my father being a pioneer in aviation,was at the airport most every weekend. Dad had a Piper J-5 Cub Cruiser and Ray would use this on Sundays to give airplane rides. Being just a small boy at that time Ray gave me a job of fueling aircraft on weekends. In turn I would get to go on many free flights and also receive early flight training. At the age of 16 Ray finished my training and Ole Olson issued my private license. A GREAT DAY IN MY LIFE. During the next few years I purchased my own aircraft and racked up several flight hours of fun flying. During these years I would spend available time at the Daviess County Airport doing odd jobs for Ray.After another several years I knew aviation was the field I wanted more than anything. I approached Ray for a job to help work my way through higher ratings. I felt at the time Ray didn't need anyone but he hired me anyway. During the next several months Ray worked me through my commercial,instrument,instructor and multi-engine ratings. I felt I was on top of the world. Later on I accepted a job with Torp Aero in Bloomington, IN. doing flight training and making charter flights. A company in Bloomington by the name of Cook, Inc. was looking for a corporate pilot. At that time a highly sought after job. One day I had a charter for Torp Aero with a multi-engine Cessna 310 and had to return to the Bloomington Airport with a broken nose gear. It just so happenened the president of Cook (Bill Cook) was at the airport. After the emergency landing the aircraft did end up on its nose but with very little damage. The president of Cook after watching this landing offered me the job which I accepted. After obtaining 3 different jet ratings with this company and close to 30 years of flying I retired. I have always known over the years if Ray had not given me the job opportunity he did I would never know the pleasures of flying I experienced.
Ray has meant more to me over the years than words could ever express.I feel at this time Ray has St.Peter and a band of angels lined up giving them flight training. Our total sympathy goes to the family. Bob & Donna Harbstreit

Condolence From Fritz Dixon, M. D.

Fri, 13 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

I wish I could have met Ray. Those old CPT instructors performed a real service. I saw his obit in the Springs Valley Herald. Best regards to his family.

Condolence From Melissa Schmidt

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Debbie,
I am positive I will see your Dad again because I know he is taking Bear for a walk in Heaven.
Thinking of you and praying for you,
Melissa

Condolence From Melissa Schmidt

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Debbie,
I am positive I will see your Dad again because I know he is taking Bear for a walk in Heaven.
Thinking of you and praying for you,
Melissa

Condolence From Bernie Kidwell

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Ray was my greatest flight instructor!

Condolence From Connie Deckard

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Please know I'm thinking of you and your family, keeping you in my heart. Ray was an incredible person and I know he touched alot of lives.
Always,
Connie

Condolence From Melissa Schmidt

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Debbie,
I am positive I will see your Dad again because I know he is taking Bear for a walk in Heaven.
Thinking of you and praying for you,
Melissa

Condolence From Mary Nowikowski

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

My thoughts and prayers are with you. God bless you.

Condolence From Shirley Holland

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

With deepest sympathy to you and your family at this time of sorrow.
Ray's mail carrier,
Shirley

Condolence From Dow Myers

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Sorry to read of Ray's passing. Ray taught me to fly in the early 80's when I lived in Bloomfield. He was a great guy and a great American.
Dow Meyers

Condolence From Dow Myers

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Sorry to read of Ray's passing. Ray taught me to fly in the early 80's when I lived in Bloomfield. He was a great guy and a great American.
Dow Myers

Condolence From Melissa Schmidt

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Debbie,
I am positive I will see your Dad again because I know he is taking Bear for a walk in Heaven.
Thinking of you and praying for you,
Melissa

Condolence From Nancy and Jack Willis

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Caring thoughts to you and your family in your sorrow.

Condolence From Wayne Johnson

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Ray was a wonderful man! He left us with many warm memories.
Wayne and Judy

Condolence From Securitas Security

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Lisa,
We were all very sorry to hear about your father. Please let us know if there is anything we can do for you.
Take care,
Mark Reyhar

Condolence From Ron Hendricks

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

...the love he shared will forever be a part of your life ...
Your Father is with you still.

With deepest sympathy,
Ron Hendricks

Condolence From Abbi Heironimus

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Dear Pap,
I miss you soo much! I wish I would have gotten to see you more often. I Love You!

Condolence From Mary Lewis

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

For every joy that passes, a beautiful memory remains.
I know your family has many beautiful memories, as do I.
Mary

Condolence From Curtis Hornaday

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

With deepest sympathy.

Curtis and Janet

Condolence From Don and Donna Brandenburg

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

Uncle Ray was blessed and a blessing.
Your cousin.
Donna Rae

Condolence From Kenny and Kelly Shults

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

You're in our prayers,
Kenny and Kelly

Condolence From Gary and Kathy Copp

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

God bless you.
Kathy

You are in our prayers.
Gary

Condolence From David L Harris

Tue, 10 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

The Family of Ray Clark,

Sorry to hear of the passing of Ray Clark. Ray and I traveled throughout many states for speaking engagements. He would always fly the "scenic route" and "buzz" farms along the route (flight pattern). Everyone would recognize Ray and wave. Needless to say, Ray gave me flight lessons so I could take off and land the plane. Again, many enjoyable moments with Ray throughout the years.

God bless,
David L Harris

Condolence From Carolyn Jackson

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

I spent a lot of Sunday afternoons on the ground watching Ray teach Wes to fly.He would always say after they were done for the day "Do you want to go now."Of course I would not because flying is not my favorite thing to do although I have went up a few times with Wes in the last year. I only wish I would have went just once to Vincennes so Ray could have seen me get out of the plane. I know he would have had a big grin. I'm sure he will see me and be proud the next time I go up with Wes.

Condolence From Judi Alexander Hill

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

My sincere sympathy to Ray's daughters and their families. I remember Ray as a kind and gentle man of values and kean responsibilities toward his fellowman - I shall always remember the loyality to his family and the love he had for all of his children and grand, and greatgrand children, and how proud he was of them. He was a character of a man, but a man with much character as well. I feel blessed to have known Ray and to have felt the warmth of his friendship.

Condolence From Rennie Torres

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

I will always remember the first time I met Pap. Within minutes of meeting him, he was offering to take me up in his plane. I was definitely scared, but didn't want to show it, so I hopped right in. I tell that story to everyone I meet. Thanks for the great ride.

Condolence From wes jackson

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EDT

RAY HELPED ME FULFILL MY LIFE LONG DREAM OF FLYING,HE WAS 84 WHEN I MET HIM,I WISH I WOULD HAVE MET HIM SOONER, RAY TOUGHT ME A LOT IN THE FEW SHORT YEARS THAT WE HAD AS FRIENDS, I WILL MISS HIM

Condolence From Deb

Sun, 08 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Memories of my Daddy
I remember when we lived at the end of the runway at the old airport. It had a hand pump for water we had to prime to get a drink and it was the best water. There was an outhouse that blew in the creek during the tornado that we watched from the front door as it also damaged planes and hangars and you were devastated. Those planes were your babies. You would call on the extension phone (clearwater 4-1205 plus an extra digit to make it ring a special ring at home) to the house and say you were on the way home and we would all gather at the door to wait. But you would ALWAYS turn around 3 times and scan each plane to see that it was tied down properly and we would count and Mom would say, "He is kissing the planes good night". You would let us take turns sitting inside the huge steering wheel of the 1951 Studebaker (you and Mom bought that car new and it was the only brand new car you ever owned) and "drive" across the runway to the airport and you always made sure the pan of table scraps for the airport dog were on the other side of the hood so we could see. There was always an airport dog. You loved dogs as long as I can remember. I remember Mom pacing the floor when you didn't get back from a trip when you were due and some tower called and said you had not made your flight plan and how afraid we all were. And going to shine car lights on the runway sometimes so you could see to land. We called our neighbors,the McCormicks, sometimes to bring their car and used the "loaner" that was always at the airport for anyone who flew in to use to get to town. I remember Mom teaching us to iron on your boxer shorts so you "wouldn't have to sit on wrinkles" on a trip. I remember what a treat it was to go to the Dairy Queen, get a pop (I always got cream soda) and M&Ms at the airport to take on our drive to Mammaw and Papaw's in Burns City on Sunday. I remember the drive-all us kids fought over the space in the front seat between Mommy and Daddy and all the rest of us were crammed into back seat guessing what color M&M would be next, hiding one so we would be the last to have one and Lisa and Cathy bouncing their heads chanting made up songs like "Who sees the moony first, I do, I do" I remember the trips to Evansville to see Grandma Clark and your brothers and sisters and our cousins there and to Kentucky to visit our great aunts and uncles and the trips to the cemeteries to visit relatives we would never know except through your memories. I remember Mom reminding you several times a mile that you were driving a car, not flying a plane and that there were lines you were supposed to stay between. I remember you picking your ears with a bobby pin and fidgeting your thumbs on the steering wheel and waking us up with a LOUD fake yawn. I remember us kids begging you and Mom to do the Jitterbug and for you to read your Christmas poem. I remember the spankings and the reason for most of them. I remember teacher conferences that made you proud and you told us so. I remember flying as often as you could take us and losing both my front teeth one weekend in a plane going to Aunt Nancy and Uncle Forrest's in Greenfield where Uncle Forrest managed an airport up and how you and he loved getting together to talk planes. I lost one tooth on the way up and one on the way back and you put each one in a paper towel in your pocket to take home to put under my pillow for the tooth fairy. I remember falling off the concrete trash pit at that airport into a wasp nest and you and Uncle Forrest rubbed used airplane grease all over me. I am not sure why but it worked. Of course Mom had a fit when she saw me. I remember looking down the heat grate from our bedroom upstairs and watching you and Mom and friends George and Wanda or Jack and Aggie play euchre and what fun you had and how much you laughed and would get up and walk around your chair when you got euchred. I remember all us girls pooling our babysitting money and buying you and Mom matching shirts to wear in your bowling league and how proud we were you enjoyed going there to show them off. I remember your deer hunting trips with Uncle Cobb and how he always shot your deer because you couldn't make yourself do it. I remember how you cried when your Mother died and how it hurt me to see you cry. That was the first time I remember seeing you cry. I watched you search frantically when one of your children was not where they were supposed to be. At the time I think the rest of us girls knew whichever one it was was ok and would finally squeal because we saw the fear and pain on the faces of our parents. Then I remember the wrath when you found us! I remember the " STRONG sense of responsibility" you instilled in our boyfriends and the blinking of the porch light if we sat in the car to long after a date. I remember going to church with you and the Bible I have that you gave me and what you wrote in it. I remember the driving lessons in the "Blue Goose" and having to "feel the shoulder" and learning to drive in the snow. I remember sage words of advice that took too many years to sink in.I know now that we were poorer than most but I also know now how rich we were. I remember you telling us to share what we had with people because there were so many that were worse off than us and then driving us to take clothes and food and toys so we could experience sharing, not just say it. I remember how you always got teary eyed telling about the day you got Janet and the anguish and endless tears on the day she died. I remember the day Alton was born and you finally got your boy and the day he died and you lost your only son. Yes, Daddy, I remember and I hope I always do. I love you so.

Condolence From Sarah Torres

Sun, 08 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Although I did not see my Pap as often as most of the grandkids (only a couple times a year), the memories are many and are vivid.

The first thing I think of when I think of Pap is, of course, airplanes. And how any plane flying overhead got the, "Hi, Pap Pap!" wave. I also remember the way the planes always smelled--a combination of ginger snaps and airplane fuel. Even though airplane rides (and car rides) have always made me sick, I rarely turned down the offer of a plane ride with Pap. I didn't want to miss the opportunity to bond with my grandpa and I didn't want him to think I was a wimp. I remember getting in the plane and taking deep breaths the whole time to keep from getting sick--and I never once did. And then I would get lost in Pap's stories about teaching people to fly and how he would laugh about my dad getting sick in the air....and how he would hand over the controls to me in mid-air and tell me not to be afraid of it because "you're in charge, not the plane." I am so glad that I didn't turn down that time with Pap.

Another memory I have is of a day one summer when I was probably about 12 years old or so. I spent an entire day with Pap -- by myself. Definitely the most time I had ever spent with him and probably the first time I had been by myself with him....there were usually cousins, aunts and brothers everywhere. Anytime our family made the trip from Chicago to Washington, we were usually trying to divide our time between relatives and houses. This day, we were staying at Aunt Lisa's but were heading to Aunt Kay's to visit and go swimming. Pap wanted one of my brothers to go with him to run some errands "in town". One of them was more interested in going swimming and the other hopped in the shower --and Pap wasn't one to wait around---so he asked me to go with him. While part of me wanted to stay with my parents & brothers and go to Kay's, the other part of me saw the look in his eyes and didn't have the heart to say no...and so, at 8 am, our journey began.
Our first stop was the doctor's office. Pap had a check-up and needed to get his Vitamin B-12 shot. I waited with him in the waiting area where he handed me a children's Bible and told me to "read up." When Pap got called into the office, I thought that would be a good chance for me to read a more age-appropriate book and wait for him--but Pap had other plans. He said, "Come on, Sarah." I proceeded with him into the exam room and was introduced to every nurse and doctor in the place. Usually as "Cathy's only daughter". I then sat awkwardly while he received his shot and argued with the doctor about taking vitamins. "Aw, come on," he said. "I'm healthy as a horse." By the flabergasted look on the doctor's face, I could tell that Pap was the same way with the doctor that he was with everyone. He did what he wanted to do...what he thought was right...and that was that.
After the doctor's office, we went to the grocery store. On the way there, we stopped at a stop sign and I watched in disbelief as Pap put the car in park and GOT OUT of the car! This would never work in the busy city we lived in. I soon realized he had seen an old friend on the corner and he wanted to chat. Pap had a lot of good friends because Pap was just that kind of man--genuine, honest and kind...and took time out for the people in his life that were important to him. I thought about these things as I watched cars go around us....I was half expecting them to honk but I think most of the people in those cars probably knew Pap and were just thinking, "That's Ray." Once we got to the grocery store, there were more introductions. As a little girl, I remember thinking that these people really didn't care who I was--but Pap was proud to introduce me and I think that made people want to listen to him. After picking up some day-old bread and some dented cans (some with no labels), and talking to the cashier (whose son Pap taught to fly), we headed to the airport...Pap had to give someone a quick flying lesson. As we drove, Pap went off the road a few times and told me that when you drive you have to "feel the shoulder". I was still 4 years away from being able to get a driver's license...so I took his word for it...I figured he knew what he was talking about.
Pap let me stay on the ground this time while he gave the lesson. While he was in the air, I looked at his desk and checked out everything in the airport. I read newspaper articles with his name in them and remember being very proud that I was related to him. I took in everything...trying to figure out what my grandpa was all about. I concluded that he was about doing something he loved and living it everyday...I try to be like that now in my own life.
I remember being relieved when he got back on the ground. It had been a pretty long day and I figured this was the last task we had to accomplish. But, on our way back to Aunt Lisa's, Pap suddenly remembered that he had told J.D. that he would get him some peaches. He said, "We'd better get to the peach orchard before they run out of peaches." And so we went. We picked up more peaches than I could imagine anyone eating and loaded them into his big blue car. As we drove, Pap told me about every building we passed and pretty much every person we passed. He griped about his daughters in a fatherly sort of way and giggled all the while. I could tell he was glad I had made this trip with him--and I was glad, too. When we arrived back at the house (at about 4:30pm), my brothers were tan and glowing from their time in the pool...but I was okay with that because I had just spent an entire day with my grandpa--by myself.
While that might be the most vivid (and longest) memory I have, there are others:
*the time Pap came to visit and told the meter man who was fixing our meter to "get out of the way and let him do it." :)
*the fact that within minutes of meeting my now-husband, Pap said, "Well, I figure we'd better get you up in the air" and then promptly took him for a ride in the ultralight and supplied Rennie with a log book with the 30 minutes logged in it.
*the way his hands always looked...they were worn and rugged
*the toothpick that seemed to forever be in his mouth
*the time we went mushroom-hunting and Pap drove his car right into the deep mud and got us stuck!

I have many others and I don't know if I have done him justice with these memories...but I will always think of Pap as a strong, hard-working man with a hard head and a soft heart. I will miss him very much...as I am sure we all will.

Condolence From Freddie Shaw Anderson

Sun, 08 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Hello Everyone, and hello Ray,
I know he is flying with angels today and telling them to tip those wings a little more and ease into that dive...
gently pull back on life and
let the heartstrings play a tune....
I had the fortune of spending time with Ray this past six years.
He taught me flying lessons about four times a few years back. I knew I was in the presence of great acheivement around him.
He taught many and shared his love of flying with passion and meaning. Sometimes in life we have the chance to meet someone who has found their calling and risen to meet the challenges of that endeavor. The Sky and Flying are a wonderful world that offers us a different view of life.
Thank you Ray ....for helping me to open my eyes to ...what a wonderful world....
I will miss you my friend, teacher, see you in the wide blue yonder............
Freddie

Condolence From Martin Weaver

Sat, 07 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Aviation is cilquish. What I remember most about Ray was his refusal to allow his students to form cliques. He made a point of introducing new students to everyone on the field so they quickly became friends. The big "study hall" in the old Washington building was just too much fun. Ray and the airport back in the late seventies and early eighties are some of my warmest memories. He was unique, and those days can never be duplicated. Ray was also someone who did not suffer excuses from students for lack of professional performance--the stakes were too high.

Condolence From Don Singleton

Sat, 07 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Ray Clark

A man who came of age during the great depression. He went hungry many times to be sure that others did not, and yet dared to dream anyeay.
Through the tough times. he looked up, not down, and saw his future in the sky.
Every day is a pleasure for a man who knows what he wants and accomplishes it no matter how hard.
Ray was a man who did just that. His passion was flight and he flew-over 100,000 hours worth. And now he has over 100,000 angels to fly with as he goes into eternity.
He will be missed!
Peace to the family of a great man.
Don Singleton

Condolence From vicki

Fri, 06 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

To all the family of Ray Clark.
My deepest sympathies go to all of you. May God comfort you and may you find joy in the wonderful memories of all who knew Ray Clark.

Condolence From Mary Ann Utterback Johnson

Fri, 06 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

I was a high school student when I went to work for Ray Clark. He was looking for someone to work in the office at the airport during the summer to answer the telephone and do paperwork. I got the job. I loved working there. The airport was located by Graham Farms. I lived on Apraw Road on the way to the airport. Ray would pick me up on his way to work and bring me home on his way home in the evening. Ray Clark loved flying and lived to inspire others to love flying. Ray said he could not pay much but asked if I would like to take flying lessons as part of my pay. What an offer! My father was afraid of heights and Ray had to convince him to let me take the lessons. Ray could be very convincing. I loved every minute of working there and loved flying. One summer I asked if I could take a week off to go to my brother's in Lafayette to take care of my niece when my sister-in-law had a new baby. Ray said I could take the week off and he would fly me to Lafayette when the time came. And he did. Did I feel important when my brother picked me up at the airport in Lafayette! I babysat for Ray and Margie taking care of their 5 precious daughters. One of my favorite memories of Ray is the light in his eyes and the special smile on his face when he was with his daughters. You could tell they were the most important thing in his life. Ray and Margie were wonderful parents and I dearly loved those little girls. I graduated from high school and went on to college and eventually lost contact with Ray and Margie. But, when I was married Ray and Margie and those 5 little girls were there. When my father passed away, Ray Clark came to the funeral home. When my mother passed away, Ray Clark came to the funeral home. Ray was a very important part of my life. He will be missed so very much by so very many.

Condolence From Elly Hamilton

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Elly has many questions about "why Pap went to Heaven." I hope that by allowing her to write something to Pap that she will begin to have a peace about his passing. This is what she had to say- in her own words:

"Pap- I have made alot of new friends here at preschool. I miss you Pap. I will draw you a picture and send it to you. And some candy, if you can eat it. I hope your body feels better. I love you. I hope you like being an angel in Heaven and I love you. From Elly. Oh- Pap I will send you alot and alot of candy for all the angels. Pap, I hope you give my friend Micah a hug and give him some candy too."

Condolence From Coy Bateman

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Pap,

First of all, be sure to give Moomie, Alpo, Aunt Janet and my Dad a big hug or a handshake for me(as we all know how you don't like to hug men).
Of course we are all saddened by your passing, but I know I personally are envious to a certain degree to know that you are walking in the Kingdom of Heaven where all is peaceful.

I can think of plenty of memories of you, from helping you mow at the airport with grass that was almost waste high, with a push mower that was on it's last leg and smoking like a chimney, to you painting the tops of your cars white to reflect the sun, to you driving all the way to Cincinnati to help me out of a bad situation. I am thankful that you got to meet your great grandaughters and hold them before you passed, they are going to miss out on knowing a truly remarkable man.

Thank you for all you've done for me and for the rest of your family. You are the best!!!

Love you Pap.

Condolence From Debbie Heffernan

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

I was a friend of Ray's daughter, Debbie, and I have many happy memories of being at the Clark home when I was young.

Condolence From Thomas Doyle

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

I have known Ray for about 60 years and was his accountant for many years. He should have been a wealthy man, there are hundreds of flyers that ran up bills and then disappeared. Ray would not pursue them, he said they would pay whenever they could. I don't think any ever did but he loved getting people to fly and that was much more important to him than money.

Their should be a monument in every flying museum dedicated to Ray. The gas tanks were never locked, the planes always had the keys in them and he left a fair amount of change on the counter so people could use the vending machines.

The stories are too many to list here but he was always interested in talking about his family. I went with him to London, Kentucky once and coming home, the plane kept drifting of to the east. I kept making course corrections until suddenly near Loogootee Ray grabbed the yolk and made a hard bank and then leveled up.

He then told me that was his daughers home and he always flew by when in the area.

Condolence From Rya Hamilton

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

As a little girl, I remember going to the airport to fly with Pap. My brother and I always looked forward to our trip home to Indiana in the summer and our trip to Moomie's. We knew that we would be going to FLY! All of the cousins would load up and take the short drive to the airport. A few at a time would get in the plane and "buckle in." Sometimes one of us would see if we could get away with not getting buckled- but with Pap flying it was not long until he did one of his tricks. It was then that the one not buckled would fly up and hit their head on the ceiling of the plane. Once we were done flying, it was always such a treat to get into the glass front cabinet and get ONE piece of Super Bubble bubble gum. I still feel like having a piece of that gum is a treat and I can still remember the way that airport smelled.

I have always known my mom was strong. Now as a mother myself, I understand true unconditional love. My mom was so amazing and strong- especially in Pap's last few months of life. She knew Pap. She knew what he needed and more importantly-what he wanted. I can only hope that I can live a life of dedication in the same way that my momma has.

I took Elly, Audrey and Ty to visit Pap about two weeks before he passed. Pap was not up for visitors, but you would not have known that when mom and I took Ty into Pap's room. In days when Pap was not really responsive, mom said, "Dad, Ty is here to see you." I will always remember the look on his face when he opened his eyes, smiled and took Ty's hand. Ty wrinkled up his nose and gave Pap that infectious little smile. I took pictures of Ty and the girls together with Pap that day and I am glad I did.

In my mind I know that Pap is in Heaven flying and feeling good again, but my heart breaks everytime the girls ask why Pap had to "go live in Heaven with Moomie". Elly and Audrey know that God needed another angel on February 25, 2009. I will remind them everytime that we see a plane overhead, that Pap is never too far away.

Pap was loved and admired by thousands on Earth and now those in Heaven can ride along with and enjoy flying with OUR PAP.

We love you and miss you. Tell Moom we love her.

Rya Hamilton and Family- Jeff, Elly Rae, Audrey Lee and Ty Cobb

Condolence From Linda Alvers

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

When someone dies, it is nice when you can have sweet memories that last a lifetime. Thanks for all the memories, Uncle Ray. The last time we visited you, you took up me, Mom (Marian),and cousin Jerry Clark. It was a beautiful October day. We took off in a field and flew all over the Vincennes area. I took tons of pictures and enjoyed being with Uncle Ray. As we were preparing to take off, he was rattling off aviation lingo and I asked him who he was talking to. He said you always had to say those things when you took flight. OK??? He had a handwritten sign advertising his flying lessons that was perched by the road. It was quite funny. When I was a little girl, and my birthday would come around in June, all I ever wanted to do was go to Washington and have Uncle Ray take me for an airplane ride. Now when I fly, I will feel like I am closer to you. Tell my Dad hi up there in Heaven. Rest in peace Uncle Ray..you now have forever wings. Love, Linda

Condolence From Marian Alvers

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

When Ray was a freshman in high school, our Mom would send him and I to the grocery store. We lived out past Mesker Park and had to walk to the A & P on West Franklin. Since I was his little sister, he made me walk on the other side of the street. His side had the paved sidewalk. My side had gravel. When we took the wagon to bring the groceries home, he made me pull it on the gravel side. Thanks bro'. Love, your sister Marian

Condolence From Marian Alvers

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

This story about Ray is called Naked Ray. Debbie asked me to put this in the guestbook. One summer day, probably around 1936, after the death of our father, a policeman knocked on our door on West Virginia Street in Evansville. It was unusual to see a policeman in those days. Mom answered the door with all us kids huddled around her (Marian, Ruth, Carroll, and Lyndle)scared to death because he had Ray in tow. Mom said, "Can I help you?". He asked her if he was this young man's mother and she said Yes,What did he do? The policeman said, he was swimming naked in the public lake. It was next to a golf course. When Mom asked him to explain, he said he was retrieving golf balls and selling them for .15 a dozen. He told Mom he was naked so he did not get his clothes wet. When the policeman found out Mom was a widow, and saw all us kids hanging on her, he patted Ray on the head and told him from now on to swim with his pants on and told him to be good. We never let Ray live that one down. Thanks for the fun loving memories, Ray. May you rest in peace. Love, Marian

Condolence From Marian Alvers

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

One day, Ray, our Mom and me, Marian were outside in the yard. Ray was teasing me, as big brothers do, so I kicked him. He doubled over in great pain and was crying and rolling on the ground. I got really scared that I had hurt him bad. Then Mom said, Marian, he is not hurt, he is pretending. About that time, Ray jumped up and started laughing. To this day, I remember that terrible feeling I had that I had hurt my brother. Rest in peace, Ray, I forgive you. It was nice to have a big brother. I always looked up to him. Afterall, in the 1940's he could fly planes. That seemed bigger than life to me. Love you and will miss you, Marian

Condolence From Claudette

Wed, 04 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

A caring husband, father, grandfather, friend and instructor, Ray Clark. A pioneer in aviation who touched the lives of so many in a loving positive way. His steadfast dedication was to train pilots to fly as safely as humanly possible and to service mankind. One of the best.

Love,
Claudette

Condolence From Phillip Martin

Wed, 04 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

My life was profoundly affected by Ray Clark and as a result, my life has been dedicated to aviation, more specifically, flight training. Without Ray’s obvious enthusiastic passion for teaching flying I am not sure where I would be today or what I would be doing.

I worked with Ray some for my private pilot certificate, but it was years later when I benefited from Ray’s knowledge and experience when I was under his tutelage for my flight instructor certificate. I would fly from Warner Robins Georgia to Terre Haute in an Air Force T-37 just so I could work with Ray and hone my skills at being a flight instructor. I could not imagine training with anyone else. I saw more “unique” situations from the cockpit both on the ground and in the air, than anyone could ever imagine. At the time of my training with Ray, he had amassed more than 50,000 hours in the sky, with more than 48,000 hours dual given! He should have received a medal for all that “seat” time he endured with the literally thousands of pilot wanna be’s. I cannot even begin to imagine his final tally of 100,000 hours in the sky!

Ray touched the lives of so many people, whether or not they shared his passion for the air. Many communities are richer for his efforts helping to promote the benefits of general aviation in their area. He certainly lived a full and colorful life.

Ray has a residual effect on many that will trickle down for decades to come. I can still hear his voice sometimes when I am flying with a student and I often repeat the same phrases which he used. No doubt, many of my students who are now instructors are repeating those very same axioms.

The passing of Ray Clark may be sad for some, but he lived a life that many would only dream of. I had no idea how extended his family is, but rest assured, Ray touched the lives of many. Please accept my condolences and know that the idea of a scholarship is a wonderful tribute to remember the life’s dedication of one fine man.

Condolence From Tyra Allen

Wed, 04 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Pap, you are the greatest man I have ever known!
Some of my best memories include walking from "Moomie and Pap's House" to the airport. You always had those buckets of gum for us and sometimes we could get the Yoohoos from the coke machine. Taking us flying was the best, especially when you would do the "tricks".
As I got older I can remember you showing up at our house in that old beat up car, full of groceries and dented cans you had bought to give to whomever needed them. We would laugh and say "Harvey Dent is here"
I hope you have found Moomie and Aunt Janet and Uncle Alpo and you are laughing and smiling and looking down on us. I love you....

Condolence From Wanda Grove

Wed, 04 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

My husband George and I shared a friendship with Ray and Margie that went back to the days when we were dating. I have wonderful memories through the years since then. I wanted to tell about how Ray got George to fly his first time [he was afraid to fly] so Ray told him that he could look down and see a good place to fish. George was never afraid to fly after that. You are all in my thoughts and prayers. Love, Wanda Grove

Condolence From Claudette

Wed, 04 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Flying High

Ray Clark, a man of substance, filled with a purpose of dedication and service to everyone through aviation. He used to say the journey was far greater than the destination. What a rewarding journey he traveled and what a glorious destination he arrived at, Heaven, on February 25, 2009. God Bless You Ray.

Love,
Claudette

Condolence From ClaudetteT

Wed, 04 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

May God bless you Debbie, Lisa, Cathy, and Jodi. You girls gave your dad and mom the best of love and care. May God bless you Tink for all you did for Ray and the family. I will keep you all in my heart and in my prayers.

Love,
Claudette

Condolence From Taj and Margarita Goodpaster

Wed, 04 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

It is easy as a grandson to look up to your grandfather. Pap made it easy for everyone he met to look up to him. Although he was not necessarily big in stature, I am not sure that I have ever met a man who carried himself with such a presence. Certain people make you want to stand up a little straighter, try a little harder and listen a little closer; that was my Pap. You did this not because he demanded it, you did it out of respect. As a child, I remember feeling this way, even before I fully understood who my grandfather was. As an adult, I felt this way even more because I truly understood who my grandfather was.

Trips to the airport were always a highlight of visiting Indiana. My friends in Texas just couldn’t believe that an adult would turn the controls of an airplane over to an over zealous 10-year old, but that was my Pap. Always teaching, always expecting more and never accepting an excuse. My last flight with Pap was in 2002 in his two-seater ultralite, which he built himself. I took our camcorder to get some aerial footage of Vincennes, the river, the memorial, Mom’s house. After being in the air for a while and feeling like I had shot as much of Knox County as I needed, I turned off the camera and placed it between my legs.
“Are you done with that thing”, Pap asked.
“Yes sir”, I replied.
“Then grab the stick and bank right...”
After touching down, we discussed my need for more rudder. Reminding Pap that the last time I flew a plane was with him when he lived in Orleans and the next would assuredly be with him on my next visit, he reminded me that regardless of situation, I should focus on doing it right. That was my Pap. Always teaching, always expecting more and never accepting an excuse.

As I have aged, I appreciate even more the life lessons that Pap taught me and countless others from the seat of an airplane. I appreciate the life that he led, the man he was and the man he helped me become. I appreciate the lives he touched and those who touched his. I appreciate all of those who will remember him fondly.

Most people do not recognize death as an ending, but a beginning to something new, a rebirth. With the births of both Adon and Alek as well as the upcoming birth of our third child, Margarita and I can see the rebirths of our loved ones passed, Moom and Pap, Yaya and Papou, in their eyes. As parents, we now understand the sacrifices they made, the lessons they taught and the wisdom that has been passed from generation to generation. As those we love leave us, we all must understand that each of them live on, inside us and inside our children.

“All was glorious — a cloudless sky above, a most delicious view around. . . . How great is our good fortune! I care not what may be the condition of the earth; it is the sky that is for me now.”
— Prof. Jacques Alexandre Cesare Charles, first free flight in a manned hydrogen balloon, 1 December 1783.

The sky was always for you Pap and now forever shall be.

With love and admiration

Taj, Margarita, Adon, Alek and baby

Condolence From Heather Lane

Wed, 04 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

When I think of you Pap I think of:

Airplanes and airplane rides...laying on my belly in the rear of the plane, waiting for you to do your tricks, laughing until my sides hurt and shouting out, "do it again Pap". I remember spending time with you at the airport in Washington. It had a smell I will never forget. I loved to go to be with you and of course you always had gum there and pop in tall glass bottles, which was a real treat. I remember when you lived with us for a short time while I was in high school. You would come to the door and tap your watch after 10 minutes and tell me, "it had been long enough". You would say if I couldn't say what I needed to say in 10 minutes, than it wasn't worth talking about. I remember hugging you and the smell of your after shave and how sometimes when you hugged me, I could feel your rough face. I will never forget your hands and how I knew you had worked so hard. I always knew you loved me, I could tell by your hugs. I remember going to church with you when I was a little girl. I would sit next to you and draw. You always had some kind of candy for me and if I got the least little bit fidgety, I would get a squeeze on the leg and I knew I'd better be good. I feel so lucky to have had you in my life for as many years as I did. You were a wonderful inspiration to ALL you knew. Thank you for loving us all so much and giving the gift you did for so many years. I love you Pap-Pap - Heather

When I seen this poem, I thought of my Pap:

Flyer's Prayer
By Patrick J. Phillips

When this life I'm in is done,
And at the gates I stand,
My hope is that I answer all
His questions on command.

I doubt He'll ask me of my fame,
Or all the things I knew,
Instead, He'll ask of rainbows sent
On rainy days I flew.

The hours logged, the status reached,
The ratings will not matter.
He'll ask me if I saw the rays
And how He made them scatter.

Or what about the droplets clear,
I spread across your screen?
And did you see the twinkling eyes.
If student pilots keen?

The way your heart jumped in your chest,
That special solo day-
Did you take time to thank the one
Who fell along the way?

Remember how the runway lights
Looked one night long ago
When you were lost and found your way,
And how-you still don't know?

How fast, how far, how much, how high?
He'll ask me not these things
But did I take the time to watch
The moonbeams wash my wings?

And did you see the patchwork fields
And mountains I did mould;
The mirrored lakes and velvet hills,
Of these did I behold?

The wind he flung along my wings,
On final almost stalled.
And did I know I it was His name,
That I so fearfully called?

And when the goals are reached at last,
When all the flying's done,
I'll answer Him with no regret-
Indeed, I had some fun.

So when these things are asked of me,
And I can reach no higher,
My prayer this day - His hand extends
To welcome home a Flyer.

Condolence From Judy Sellers

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Dear Lisa,

So sorry to hear of your Dad's death. I am sure your family will miss him greatly. Such a nice write-up in the paper. He lived a rich full life and enjoyed his family. I will include him and your family in my prayers. - Judy

Condolence From Rhonda & Billy Hagan

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Debbie,
what a wonderful memorial.
So many lives were touched by your dad.
I know he raised a beautiful daughter that loved and cared for him deeply. Our hearts and prayers are with you.
God bless and keep you always love,
Billy & Rhonda

Condolence From Rosemarie woolard

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

In Memory Of
Ray Clark
God looked around his garden and he found an empty place.He then looked down on this Earth, and saw Ray's tired face.He put his arms around Ray,and lifted him to rest; God's garden must be beautiful,he only takes the best.He knew Ray was suffering,he knew that Ray would never get well on Earth again.So he closed Ray's weary eyelids,and whispered,"Peace Be Thine."

Your in my prayers and thoughts,
Rosie and Lexi
Vincennes

Condolence From Kristi

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

I believe your father is the reason I love airplanes. Rumor is my name was to be Cessna, because that's the plane Ray taught my father to fly in.
Anytime I am close to an airport, all I can do is look to the sky at those big birds coming in and taking off. I used to live close to the Cincy airport & on my days off I'd take a good book to their observation area and simply sit, watch, & read. I will always cherish the memories I spent at the Washington Airport and at the house when I was just a rug-rat. Sending you all my thoughts and prayers.

Condolence From Kenny and Kelly Shults

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Our deepest condolences to Debbie and the rest of Ray's family. Ray feels no more pain.

My fondest memory with Ray is when he took my boys and myself up for a plane flight. They so much loved it.

Condolence From Norma Goodpaster

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Debbie: I am so sorry to hear about your dad. I always liked him as he was a very easy man to like.

There is no one quite like a little girls dad, I know as I lost my dad about 5 years ago.

Just comfort yourself knowing he is now flying with the angels.

Keep in touch...

Condolence From JOE & THERESA ABNEY(WIKLE)

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

TO THE FAMILY OF RAY CLARK I HAVE KNOWN RAY ALL MY LIFE. HIM AND MY DAD (CARVEL) COBB WIKLE WAS GOOD LIFE LONG FRIENDS, NOW THEY CAN BE TOGETHER AGAIN AND FINISH THERE LAST CONVERSAION. SORRY FOR YOUR LOST HE WAS A GREAT MAN AND HE GAVE ME MY FIRST RIDE IN A PLANE AND I LOVED IT.

Condolence From Marj Benjamin

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

I'm Randy's Mom, and I didn't know Ray very well. But I had a very nice thing happen near the end of Ray's life. I made the family some deviled eggs.

I know, that doesn't sound like a very big deal. But Ray really liked those eggs and it was one of the few things he could eat that he really enjoyed.
It's funny how sometimes the simplest things, end up having so much meaning.

God bless you Ray,

Marjorie

Condolence From Emily Heironimus

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

I love you Pap and miss you dearly

Condolence From Lee Martin

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Just glad to have been a friend.

Condolence From Rebecca Mossberger Harvey

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

You have my deepest sympathy for your loss. I only met Mr. Clark once. It was in October of 2007. My father passed away at the age of 65. He came to the funeral home in Owensville, IN to give his condolences. Mr. Clark had been a good friend of my Father's mother, Gladys Christmas Mossberger, when they were teenagers. She died in 1996. When he introduced himself, it was like a ghost from the past. I had several pictures of him with my Grandmother, their friends, and his own mother and sister. I had seen these pictures since I was little girl and his name always stood out to me for some reason. I mailed some of the photos to him. (He had given me his address at the funeral home.) I was so very happy to meet him and listen to his stories of the past. What a wonderful life!! And person! God Bless You All...............Rebecca Mossberger Harvey

Condolence From Shayna Otto

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Pap,
It was an honor to have had you in my life. I've always looked to the sky when I heard an airplane and wondered if it was you looking down on me. I pulled over at the airport today as a plane was landing and I took Koen's hand to show him. He was in awe. It's incredible how you took your passion and instilled that passion in each and everyone of us. What an incredible person you were Pap. You will always be in my heart. I will enjoy teaching my children all about the great Ray Clark and how important it is to live your dreams.

Condolence From Sam

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

I will always remember the way Pap greeted me with a firm handshake and a smile. I remember how consistent he was, and how he did everything (besides flying) in moderation. And I remember how kind he was, how he was always willing to help anyone out. He'd stop and talk to anyone in public, and never seemed to care what anyone thought about him. Although we only saw each other a couple times a year, he had a great influence on me and my idea of what a man should be. I don't know if he ever knew that, but I hope he did. I remember that he was always teaching someone something... just sharing information, about whatever was around. Even the last conversation I had with Pap– I think last year– was about how governments put too many regulations on small airports and make it difficult for them to survive. And of course I remember flying with Pap... how he let me handle the controls, and how he told me everything about everything we flew over. And one of my favorite memories of Pap was the first time he met Ashley. His eyes lit up and he kissed her hand and told her how beautiful she is. Even though I knew I picked the right one, it felt good to know that Pap approved, too. Few kids– maybe no kids– are lucky enough to have a grandpa like Pap. I will miss him.

Condolence From Kandy Kissel Steinfurth

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

I will never forget all the fun times we had as kids growing up. When all the cousins got together it was quite a treat. I can remember laughing till I cried at Uncle Ray & "funny" Aunt Margie. I will also NEVER forget flying for the first time with Uncle Ray. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. The patchwork of the countryside is still amazing to me when I fly today. He is now keeping my Mom (his sister) company. My thoughts and prayers are with you all. Love, Kandy

Condolence From Lonnie (Grove) Synoradzki

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Some of my fondest, and earliest, childhood memories are those shared with the Clark family, in their warm welcoming home and at the local airport. I feel truly blessed to have "Uncle" Ray and "Aunt" Margie as a part of my life. Now he has traded his earthly wings for a new set of wings and will soar to new heights for eternity. In celebration of his wonderful well-lived life ... With love always, Lonnie

Condolence From Eddie Bennett

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

So sorry to hear about your dad, your in my thoughts and prayes.
Pastor Ed

Condolence From Larry W Austin

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Sorry for your loss. I was one of those who Ray taught to fly at his own expense.I was one of those airport kids and worked around the airport at Washington to earn spending money and upon my graduation from high school in 1958 was employed there full time for 3 years until I moved to Evansville where I worked my way into corporate aviation and this would not had been possible without the help from Ray.

Larry W. Austin
907 Crown Point Ct.
Evansville,In 47710

Condolence From Keith Mills

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

When I get where I'm going
on the far side of the sky.
The first thing that I'm gonna do
Is spread my wings and fly.

I'm gonna land beside a lion,
and run my fingers through his mane.
Or I might find out what it's like
To ride a drop of rain

Yeah when I get where I'm going,
there'll be only happy tears.
I will shed the sins and struggles,
I have carried all these years.
And I'll leave my heart wide open,
I will love and have no fear.
Yeah when I get where I'm going,
Don't cry for me down here.

I'm gonna walk with my grand daddy,
and he'll match me step for step,
and I'll tell him how I missed him,
every minute since he left.
Then I'll hug his neck.

So much pain and so much darkness,
in this world we stumble through.
All these questions, I can't answer,
so much work to do.

But when I get where I'm going,
and I see my Maker's face.
I'll stand forever in the light,
of His amazing grace.
Yeah when I get where I'm going,
Yeah when I get where I'm going,
there'll be only happy tears.
Hallelujah!
I will love and have no fear.
When I get where I'm going.
Yeah when I get where I'm going.

Brad Paisley

I remember Cathy telling me that she and Ray spoke about how long it had been since he'd seen his Dad when they were looking at the scrapbook his daughters made.This song reminds me of that.

I'm certain by now he's gotten where he's going. He's probably already teaching angel flight school!

I'm honored and privileged to be your son Ray.

Thanks for everything.

Keith

Condolence From Margie Stevenson

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Dear Lisa & Ronnie and your family, I'm so sorry to her about your Dad, I know how hard it is, and it is so true they don't make them like my Daddy anymore, God Bless your Dad, he had such a sweet soul, and he was a very kind man, I remember riding on the plane with him, and keep looking at me and saying to me are you ok, he know, and of course I had to have the sick bag, oh well, I had this sent to me and I will return this to you " He was loved and he gave love and that is what matters" and oh how true this is, as we can see all the people that knew and loved him, he will be missed by so many people, God Bless you Lisa and your sister too, Kind Regards, Margie Stevenson your friend from O-HI-O

Condolence From Jack Kenealy

Sun, 01 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Debbie,

Your father was SO amazing. I did not meet him till he was 65 years old.I was 33 or so. I am 58 now. I got my pilots license over 20 years ago. I tore apart engines, landed airplanes on things other than runways Took great adventures in the middle of the night all over the country. And, It was all because of him. All with your Dad sitting next to me and giving me confidence. Your Dad was like a Bird. He could fly so smoothly…..he could land an airplane where you would think it was inhumanly impossible. He was so incredible! I am so fortunate to have been able to experience that. I know in his last years you were such an incredible daughter. Like you said …He did NOT want people to see him like that. But You stuck with him and Loved him to the end.. Thanks!

Condolence From Tink

Sun, 01 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Ray
Everyone who knew you knew you liked to clip interesting tidbits fron the many papers you read and share them with others. I thought I should share this one you had cut out with all who are here:
ODD OBSERVATIONS
The average human eats 8 spiders in their lifetime during sleep.
A cockroach can live 9 days without its head before he starves to death.
More people are killed by donkeys annually than are killed in plane crashes.
Fly away home, Ray!
We will miss you!

Condolence From Cindy Arlantico

Sun, 01 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Rest in Peace Uncle Ray. You are now doing the ultimate flying. I will never forget all the taps on the head you gave me for making faces in the family pictures. Now my boys do the same and I have to laugh. Thanks for that memory. Love, Cindy

Condolence From Jana Morgan

Sun, 01 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

I only wish that my children could have known you like I did. I will miss you greatly.

Condolence From Cindy

Sun, 01 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Ray would never miss a chance to stop and always say "hi" and ask about the boys and myself. A very giving and kind person. His passion to fly and sharing that interest with others in flying, was always on his mind and he took the boys flying on a few occasions. He and I shared many conversations and I will miss him greatly.

Condolence From Randy Benjamin

Sun, 01 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Ray was one of a kind. It was wonderful to see someone at his age still so passionate about his first love, flying. He was an inspiration to everyone who knew him. He was an amazing man.

I'm proud and honored to have been his friend. He will be missed. Randy

Condolence From Carly Rae

Sun, 01 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Pap~
You are the BEST man I have ever known! There are many memories I will forever cherish! Thank you for being the best Grandfather ever! I love you and miss you!

Rest In Peace Pap!
Love, Carly Rae

Condolence From Vicki Morgan

Sun, 01 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Debbie
Your father always had a welcoming smile and a made me feel at ease in his presence.I am amazed at the strength and grace you two shared the last days of his life.God was with you both and will be always.

Condolence From Jim

Sun, 01 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

Today many have lost a friend.
God bless the family.

Condolence From Dallas L. Benham

Sun, 01 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

My son, my wife and myself have had lessons from you.
May the Lord give you your well deserved set of golden wings.

Condolence From Bill Stoeckmann

Sun, 01 Mar 2009 01:00:00 EST

I first met Ray when he was out at the old Washington airport located at the Graham farm back in the 50's. I was his neighbor at that time. Flew most of his planes and he would borrow my car as most old airplane mechanic's do not have the best of automobiles...

Just a great guy and would fly any airplane in any kind of weather and his love for flying showed up in his everyday life. Sorry to hear this is the end of his flying here on earth, but I am sure he will be flying again soon, only higher up !

Condolence From Courtney Hughett

Sat, 28 Feb 2009 01:00:00 EST

Pap,
There have been few that I have had more respect for. You and Moomie will forever be in my heart. Together you will be watching over us and that gives me peace. -your granddaughter

Condolence From John & Deb Evans

Sat, 28 Feb 2009 01:00:00 EST

Deb & family,
John and I are thinking of you, praying for you and wishing you peace.
Deb & John

Condolence From Cathy

Sat, 28 Feb 2009 01:00:00 EST

I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.

I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back, for something done right.
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

I remember Daddy´s hands, working 'til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.

Condolence From Deb

Sat, 28 Feb 2009 01:00:00 EST

When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to be.
Leonardo DiVinci

butterfly kisses, Dad.......

Condolence From Ron Lewis

Sat, 28 Feb 2009 01:00:00 EST

Rest in peace Ray. Ron

Condolence From #3 daughter

Sat, 28 Feb 2009 01:00:00 EST

I will miss you Dad. You were the best man I ever knew.
Love, Lisa.

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