Memories to Last!

I will think of you often and carry you with me wherever I go!

Til we meet again!

Love always; Ashley M xoxox

So sorry to read of Ray's passing this am in the Expositor. I think of your family each time I pass your old home. Your family is in our thoughts and prayers at this this time of your loss.

Judy, Scott and Chris Little

Children of Ernie and Marilyn Little

(formerly of German School Road)

Dad is the easiest going guy I have ever known. I never saw him mad, and I never heard him raise his voice. He was never a big talker and he never really voiced his opinion too strongly on any subject. I don’t know anyone who would have a negative thing to say about Dad. He loved to play cards. I think his favourite game was cribbage and he also played in a few euchre leagues as well which he enjoyed immensely.

He taught me to work hard, be honest and be thankful for what you have. I think I have accomplished all that. But one thing of his that I do wish I had is some of his dance moves. Because, apparently I don’t have any. As most of us know it was very impressive to watch mom and dad dance together. And now they can do that again. On the afternoon of Dads passing I stopped by mom‘s grave and told her to ‘dust off her dance shoes because Dad is on his way’. I heard her say ‘Ok, thanks Dave. I’ve been patiently waiting.

I know a man who once held down three jobs. He would work 40 hours per week at the factory. When he was done his 8 hour day shift there, he would go down to Gord Oughtreds farm and work there till dark and then again on the weekends. And thirdly his hobby farm on Paris Rd where there was always something to do. He didn’t work all these jobs to get away from anyone or anything. He did it because he liked doing what he was doing. Anyone who knew Dad would say that if he didn’t want to do it, he simply wouldn’t do it.

I think what a lot of us will remember about Dad is his vegetable garden where he was always doing something. Dad was not a speedster. He just worked very consistent and meticulously. The rows of his vegetable garden were always straight as an arrow and very neatly cultivated. Each plant whether it be tomato, onion or corn was placed exactly the same distance apart. I remember planting tomatoes. We used a stick to measure the distance between the holes we dug. It was 20” long. Not 18. Not 24. Exactly 20”. I know Dad took pride in his vegetable garden. I remember one night dad caught a couple of kids stealing some pumpkins from his garden. He calmly got in his car and drove it out onto the road and blocked in the kids from taking off. Then he calmly walked up to their drivers window and said ‘give me the keys to your car. The cops will be here soon’. They did exactly what they were told. Dad could have had these kids charged with theft, or at least trespassing, but all dad wanted was to have his pumpkins back and the kids to stay off his property.

Also, his handwriting was perfect. Every letter of every word was made exactly how we were taught to make them in grade school. Perfectly formed and made with smooth deliberate strokes. That was Dad.

In the last couple years Dad has had a couple is stints in the hospital. They are the only ones that I can remember in

his whole life. The hospital staff were trying to diagnose and treat him. Of course we all had a lot of questions. The hospital staff said they would have to check his medical history to accurately diagnose him. We told them they will not find any medical history on their computer for Dad because he has never been in the hospital. If they did find some history it would be handwritten in the hospital archives somewhere. Initially he had a few respiratory issues so immediately we thought he probably had lung cancer because he had smoked for 75 years. Nope. Then he had some urinary tract issues so we thought he probably had prostate cancer. Nope. He cleared all those hurdles, and more that we feared would cause him pain and discomfort. Dad was always healthy and never complained about being not well and I don’t remember him ever taking a day off work sick.

I will miss his calm disposition, his bright smile with those blue eyes and his humour. And I’m going to miss all those hunting and fishing stories that he made so funny and interesting. I hope there is an acre or two in Heaven for Dad so he can continue his passion of growing the best tasting vegetables there is. Dad, You are my rock. I hope I inherit your longevity. Rest in peace. Oh yeah, and Dad, please say ‘Hi’ to Mom and Pam for me. We miss them a lot.

Dave

Dad you were an amazing hard working family man. Always doing what you had to to provide for Mom and us 6 kids. Working at Koehring, farming at Uncle Jim's or Gords tending to your own garden, hunting or fishing. Up at dawn and to bed at dusk. Dancing with Mom at the boys fund raising hockey dances. I will remember your smile and that it got bigger talking about the grandkids or great grandkids and their accompishments. I will think of you everyday and hold you in my heart forever. Love you. Patricia

Over the years, we have shared a lot of memories together. Coffee , conversation, Red. lobster dinners,

a beer after work now and then. We spent time together, collapsing the family home after dad living there for at least 50 years. , finding and moving him into a condo on Bonheur Court , then to Brierwood Gardens , Tranquillity Place, and finally The John, Noble Home. Dad made all the transitions without a complaint, and adjusted well to the changes. He was always very happy when I stopped in to see him wherever he was and I did that every chance I had. He showed such strength living alone for 33 years. I am thankful for dad passing on to me the joy of fishing. I am now enjoying this passion, fishing with his fishing pole, with my wonderful grandchildren. I will miss him greatly , but I’m so thankful to have had him in my life for 71 years. Rest peacefully, love, Glenn.

I have had the upmost privilege of being Ray’s daughter-in-law for over 47 years. We met when I was 15 and from the first encounter, Ray treated me with a gentle and kind spirit. I can honestly say he always made me feel I belonged in his family. His quiet, strong connection and faith in God was an example to his family, and he demonstrated it in his day-to-day life and actions. I will be forever grateful for his presence in my life, and I will miss him, our talks, our dinners, and our times spent together over the years . I know the next chapter of his journey will be amazing. He will be always only one thought away from me. With love always Heather. ❤️

Please accept our condolences on the loss of a wonderful fellow your Father.Our hearts go out to Glen/Heather, Pat/Al,Dave/Ronnie, Diane/Arni,Wayne/Gail, and their families.

Ray and Jean were a great couple, fun to be with.Lots of special memories of them when Robin and Wayne played hockey together.

Ray was a selfless, kind and friendly guy, quick to laugh, fair and it was easy to see he loved his family very much.He will be missed.cherish your memories.

Darlene/ Clint Martin

Sincere condolences to Glenn, Heather and the entire Campbell family.

We had the pleasure to meet Mr. Campbell a few times through family events. He was a person who struck me as being very kind and welcoming to all those he met.

Our thoughts and prayers are with you at this difficult time.

Sandra and Ron Corbin