Birth date: Nov 28, 1944 Death date: Jun 28, 2026
I miss my brother, loved talking with him. we would compare notes of how our parents let us have freedom as teens -- he as a boy, much. me as a girl, limited, was still asking permission to go out when i was 18. We talked about places we had been and, of course, the roads we had taken. "did you go out 40 or further north to ??" Had to remind him why dad, mom and I always laughed when talk turned to Pocatello, UT. I miss him
Kathryn Doll Quackenbush
The most powerful words in English are, ‘tell me a story.’” -Pat Conroy
Raymond always had a story to tell. Stories of his time in the Air Force, stories of his travels, family, and my most favorite story… how he met his wife.
I will cherish the times I was able to sit and listen to the memories and stories of his life, and I will hold on to those moments in my heart.
One of my fondest memories of Dad is when he took me on a camping road trip. We packed up our tent and gear in his Chevy S10 pick up truck with a camper shell and home made bike rack made of 2 x 4's and steel pipes covered in insulation material and journeyed through California and Oregon up to Walla Walla Washington, then into Montana and back down through Nevada. Great scenic views, hikes, getting chased by dogs on a bike ride, putting volcanic rocks back after learning about "the curse", fishing, seeing Hoover Dam...but best of all, his stories by a camp fire and the laughs that ensued. I felt like I left with my father on that trip and returned back home with my Dad. He was, and always will be, my Hero.
From midnight coffee runs in Morro bay, to peanut butter and honey sandwiches on the camp grounds, there would always be a new inside joke. ❤️
