I extend my sincerest sympathy to the family and loved ones of Ray Evans. He exemplified integrity, compassion and service to others and will be dearly missed. May you find comfort in knowing that his kind and selfless acts touched the lives of so many people.

I offer my sincere condolences to the family of Mr. Evans. He has the face of an angel and his life activities say that he is someone I would have wanted to befriend. Elaine is a wonderful collegue and I count her as a friend.

Sincerely,
Carolyn J. Bennett

Aunt Louise and El-Don-Ric,
I recall the many times Uncle Ray visited me at BWC. Almost invariably he would bring up the times he'd roll up in front of our house, beep twice, and he and my father would 'sneak' up to the bar at the corner of Broadview/Colburn for 2 beers. Never more than two - never less. Dad would always come home in a great mood; these two were truly inseparable friends as well as brothers-in-law.
Being veterans, I would

Aunt Louise and El-Don-Ric,
I recall the many times Uncle Ray visited me at BWC. Almost invariably he would bring up the times he'd roll up in front of our house, beep twice, and he and my father would 'sneak' up to the bar at the corner of Broadview/Colburn for 2 beers. Never more than two - never less. Dad would always come home in a great mood; these two were truly inseparable friends as well as brothers-in-law.
Being veterans, I would love to have been a fly on the wall to hear some of their 'serious' talks. My father has been gone since 1 March 73 and I still miss him terrible.
If I am ever complimented on being a good father to my sons, I ALWAYS say: "Well, if that is true, I learned from the best."
The Evans and Gingery kids can well say the same.
Semper fi,
Dave Swaffield
(Proud nephew of Raymond H. Evans and Beatrice Rubeck)

Dear Grandpa,

We little knew that evening that God was going to call your name,
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and

Dear Grandpa,

We little knew that evening that God was going to call your name,
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.

I remember so many wonderful times with Grandpa. When I was young, I loved to climb up his legs while he sat in his favorite armchair. I would do it over and over again, until his legs were sore. He would never complain, he would just smile, pull me up on his lap, and cuddle until we were both asleep. He was a wonderful cuddler.

When Grandpa counted money at Coyne-Kangesser, he would bring home all of the two-dollar bills, and hand them out to his grandchildren. Every time I saw Grandpa, I came home two dollars richer. Even when times were tough, Grandpa always gave everything he could.

Another favorite memory of Grandpa was our many trips to Honey-Hut. He would say, ‘now don’t tell Grandma we went here.’

I owe so much to my Grandpa. He made it possible for me to go to school. He truly made my dreams come true. I can think of only one way to repay him; to live a life that would make him proud.

No matter where Grandpa went, whenever he would meet a stranger, it would take less than 10 seconds and they would be laughing together as if they had known each other for years.

As I have grown up, it has become easier for me to see why my mother and uncles are such giving and amazing people, and why my brothers and cousins are so loving and respectful.

Grandpa taught us many things. He taught us to be self-less, to be kind, to be gentle, to enjoy life and most of all, to love your family unconditionally.

The one thing that I will always remember about Grandpa was his laugh. He loved to make all of us laugh. He jokingly would never let us forget that we were ‘better than average.’

I believe that Grandpa will always be with us; every time we see a two-dollar bill, every time we say thank you, every time we laugh, every time we sing, and every time we pray. Our memories of him will remain in our hearts until we see him again, and we can finally rebuild our family chain.

Dear Aunt Louise and family,
It's with considerable sadness that I write these few words about Uncle Ray. As a kid growing up, he was simply my uncle and I just assumed that all kids must surely have such a friendly, loving uncle who was always there with concern and interest in what one of his nephews was up to. I'm blessed to have many photographs and memories of time spent together. Your Christmas card has continued to be the first

Dear Aunt Louise and family,
It's with considerable sadness that I write these few words about Uncle Ray. As a kid growing up, he was simply my uncle and I just assumed that all kids must surely have such a friendly, loving uncle who was always there with concern and interest in what one of his nephews was up to. I'm blessed to have many photographs and memories of time spent together. Your Christmas card has continued to be the first one I get year after year and although way too infrequent, each family get-together was always filled with joy and underlying love. It's now that I realize how very special a person Uncle Ray was. He was eager to help in his community and church and to serve as a model for a well-lived life. I feel privileged to have had him as my favorite uncle. God bless. Love, Ralph

Very sorry to hear about Ray. He and Louis were lifelong friends of my parents and I also grew up knowing the family and all the children.
He will be greatly missed not only at Pearl Road but by all the lives he touched. Deepest Sympathy

Dear Louise and family, I am so sorry to hear of Ray's passing. He will be greatly missed. The Historical society has certainly lost a most valuable member. I'll always see him in the church kitchen supervising our coffee hour. Old Brooklyn has lost a great citizen. Love, Sharon