Ray Paul Alspaugh was born in rural Fairfield County (near Rock Mill), attended a one room school house on Lithopolis Road called The Factory (the original building has been added to over the years and now is the home of Valley View Nursing Home), fought in World War I, then attended God's Bible School in Cincinati. He preached in Chicago, then returned to Columbus. He married Helen Steele of Columbus in 1932, and fathered Gerald in 1933, Gloria in 1936 and Carol in 1949.
He was a compassionate man, and a lover of the outdoors and animals. He believed very strongly in God. In fact, I was the first person to see him after his death, and I didn't realize he was dead because he looked so happy. He had his hands crossed over his chest so he knew he was dying. He had a radiance about him. I have always wondered just what he saw as he left this life.
And as my brother reminded us all, the one thing our parents hated above all else was racial prejudice. Not all people in their age group were as enlightened as they were. They both said racial prejudice was a mark of extreme stupidity.
My dad served in WWI. He was a young, innocent farm boy, and he ended up in France fighting hand-to-hand. He never forgot this experience and he told his kids that he sacrificed for The War To End All Wars, and that it was all a lie. He said morally no one in his family would EVER have to fight in another war. During VietNam we had protestors (I was one even though the man I married was a VietNam veteran - Bill also was anti-war after he got back) and I don't understand why we are sending our men and woman "over there" and very few people are protesting. Also, people who are anti-war ARE "supporting our troops." We LOVE our troops and we want them home and safe.
My dad brought home candles one year (it had to have been 1960 or 1961) at Christmastime: Pray for Peace.
Through many changes, toils and snares
We have already come
'Twas Grace that brought us safe thus far,
and Grace will lead us home.
P.S. As I read this, I realize it makes my father sound like a saint. He was not and he would not want anyone to think that he was. He had a temper and could cuss like a sailor. But he was a true believer in our Lord, and he was a compassionate man.
And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father's hand. I and my Father are one.
A very special THANK YOU! to Judy Winstead ~Love and Prayers~ for sponsoring my dad's tribute!!!!
Revelations 21:4 - And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
He was a compassionate man, and a lover of the outdoors and animals. He believed very strongly in God. In fact, I was the first person to see him after his death, and I didn't realize he was dead because he looked so happy. He had his hands crossed over his chest so he knew he was dying. He had a radiance about him. I have always wondered just what he saw as he left this life.
And as my brother reminded us all, the one thing our parents hated above all else was racial prejudice. Not all people in their age group were as enlightened as they were. They both said racial prejudice was a mark of extreme stupidity.
My dad served in WWI. He was a young, innocent farm boy, and he ended up in France fighting hand-to-hand. He never forgot this experience and he told his kids that he sacrificed for The War To End All Wars, and that it was all a lie. He said morally no one in his family would EVER have to fight in another war. During VietNam we had protestors (I was one even though the man I married was a VietNam veteran - Bill also was anti-war after he got back) and I don't understand why we are sending our men and woman "over there" and very few people are protesting. Also, people who are anti-war ARE "supporting our troops." We LOVE our troops and we want them home and safe.
My dad brought home candles one year (it had to have been 1960 or 1961) at Christmastime: Pray for Peace.
Through many changes, toils and snares
We have already come
'Twas Grace that brought us safe thus far,
and Grace will lead us home.
P.S. As I read this, I realize it makes my father sound like a saint. He was not and he would not want anyone to think that he was. He had a temper and could cuss like a sailor. But he was a true believer in our Lord, and he was a compassionate man.
And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father's hand. I and my Father are one.
A very special THANK YOU! to Judy Winstead ~Love and Prayers~ for sponsoring my dad's tribute!!!!
Revelations 21:4 - And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
Ray Paul Alspaugh was born in rural Fairfield County (near Rock Mill), attended a one room school house on Lithopolis Road called The Factory (the original building has been added to over the years and now is the home of Valley View Nursing Home), fought in World War I, then attended God's Bible School in Cincinati. He preached in Chicago, then returned to Columbus. He married Helen Steele of Columbus in 1932, and fathered Gerald in 1933, Gloria in 1936 and Carol in 1949.
He was a compassionate man, and a lover of the outdoors and animals. He believed very strongly in God. In fact, I was the first person to see him after his death, and I didn't realize he was dead because he looked so happy. He had his hands crossed over his chest so he knew he was dying. He had a radiance about him. I have always wondered just what he saw as he left this life.
And as my brother reminded us all, the one thing our parents hated above all else was racial prejudice. Not all people in their age group were as enlightened as they were. They both said racial prejudice was a mark of extreme stupidity.
My dad served in WWI. He was a young, innocent farm boy, and he ended up in France fighting hand-to-hand. He never forgot this experience and he told his kids that he sacrificed for The War To End All Wars, and that it was all a lie. He said morally no one in his family would EVER have to fight in another war. During VietNam we had protestors (I was one even though the man I married was a VietNam veteran - Bill also was anti-war after he got back) and I don't understand why we are sending our men and woman "over there" and very few people are protesting. Also, people who are anti-war ARE "supporting our troops." We LOVE our troops and we want them home and safe.
My dad brought home candles one year (it had to have been 1960 or 1961) at Christmastime: Pray for Peace.
Through many changes, toils and snares
We have already come
'Twas Grace that brought us safe thus far,
and Grace will lead us home.
P.S. As I read this, I realize it makes my father sound like a saint. He was not and he would not want anyone to think that he was. He had a temper and could cuss like a sailor. But he was a true believer in our Lord, and he was a compassionate man.
And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father's hand. I and my Father are one.
A very special THANK YOU! to Judy Winstead ~Love and Prayers~ for sponsoring my dad's tribute!!!!
Revelations 21:4 - And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
He was a compassionate man, and a lover of the outdoors and animals. He believed very strongly in God. In fact, I was the first person to see him after his death, and I didn't realize he was dead because he looked so happy. He had his hands crossed over his chest so he knew he was dying. He had a radiance about him. I have always wondered just what he saw as he left this life.
And as my brother reminded us all, the one thing our parents hated above all else was racial prejudice. Not all people in their age group were as enlightened as they were. They both said racial prejudice was a mark of extreme stupidity.
My dad served in WWI. He was a young, innocent farm boy, and he ended up in France fighting hand-to-hand. He never forgot this experience and he told his kids that he sacrificed for The War To End All Wars, and that it was all a lie. He said morally no one in his family would EVER have to fight in another war. During VietNam we had protestors (I was one even though the man I married was a VietNam veteran - Bill also was anti-war after he got back) and I don't understand why we are sending our men and woman "over there" and very few people are protesting. Also, people who are anti-war ARE "supporting our troops." We LOVE our troops and we want them home and safe.
My dad brought home candles one year (it had to have been 1960 or 1961) at Christmastime: Pray for Peace.
Through many changes, toils and snares
We have already come
'Twas Grace that brought us safe thus far,
and Grace will lead us home.
P.S. As I read this, I realize it makes my father sound like a saint. He was not and he would not want anyone to think that he was. He had a temper and could cuss like a sailor. But he was a true believer in our Lord, and he was a compassionate man.
And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father's hand. I and my Father are one.
A very special THANK YOU! to Judy Winstead ~Love and Prayers~ for sponsoring my dad's tribute!!!!
Revelations 21:4 - And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
