Randy’s Jack o’ Lantern
October 31st, 2006 @ 12:01Posted by: Renee
Jim, you asked in the sidebar there about my front bumper. Remember, this is what happened to my front bumper:

Raymond looked up to Charlie a whole lot. They were first cousins and he’s about as much older than Raymond as Raymond was to me so I’ve always recognized a kind of a symmetry there. I could understand how Raymond looked up to Charlie because of how intensely I looked up to Raymond. And both of us had an Uncle Raymond to love; his was Sr. and mine was Jr. Charlie sent this in an email but he addressed it to everybody so here it is.
October 30, 2006
Dear Whipples,
I was shocked and saddened to read unexpectedly in the Sunday Express News that Ray had suddenly passed away from a stroke.
Ray was like his dad, Uncle Raymond, who was either doing something interesting and exciting or planning to. One of the last times Ray and I talked, he said he was writing some stories about his Dad, a little history about 505 Rigsby and events in Highland Park in the old days. He had also talked about making a trip out West and to Mexico. I hope he was able to get some of those stories down on paper.
Professions, trades, the arts are all of equal importance, but in all cases entrepreneurism and creativity are the sparks that make the world go round. Ray was a shining Whipple example of both. His contributions to the fun, historical fabric of New Braunfels is appreciated by many but perhaps unknown by most though they may be enjoying his efforts in some way.. For example, one evening, not long ago, Susan and I were eating dinner at the Gristmill, the unique, beautiful restaurant that so many enjoy. I said, “Years ago, when I worked for Zachry, we had a materials yard in San Antonio at the corner of West Ave. and Nakoma. The company had salvaged a number of huge timber beams either from an old warehouse or a railroad trestle. Ray made a deal with Zachry for those timbers and that is what we are looking at in this building.”
When someone like Ray goes, it is like part of your past life has sloughed away and the future is diminished. I shall miss him. I can imagine an angel whispered, “Ray, you have done enough down there, We have some neat things for you to do up here.”
Susan joins me in sending all of you our condolences.
Cousin Charlie

1956 minus 1937 = 19. John Sr. is 19 and has just had his first child born and Raymond is Evan’s age.
had a stroke Sunday night and was killed by it. He was 63 years old. My beautiful, beautiful Uncle Raymond is gone and nothing will be the same ever again.

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