Bellingham Herald, The (WA) - June 1, 2014
His family knew him as Charly, but everyone else knew him as Chuck and this wonderful man passed away the evening of May 22, 2014 with his family by his side. Chuck was 57 years old, but lived a full life in his time here.
He was born in Seattle and grew up in Lynnwood, Washington. In his youth, he was active in the Boy Scouts and played a wicked trumpet. After graduating High school, he went on to serve in the Marines. He lived in a few different places in his life. But landed in Bellingham. Chuck worked at Woodstone for several years. But his most favorite occupation of all was the role of an Alaska commercial fisherman. Chuck truly loved hunting and fishing and sharing these activities with others and especially his dog Buster. You could often find Chuck out at Lake Terrill or Lake Whatcom, fishing a Bass Tournament with The Borderline Bassin' Contenders. He truly enjoyed setting off 4th of July fireworks and his family and friends enjoyed many a meal Chuck would make for them. He had a great sense of humor and generous in heart to all he met. He was active in the American Legion where he met the love his life and kindred spirit, Paula Rameau.
Chuck was the son of the late Charles Rameau and is survived by his dear and loving mother Vennice Cowlishaw Rameau, his loving and loyal wife Paula, his sisters Jeanne Rameau and Marilyn Moon and husband Keith, his niece Megan Bent and her children James, Robinson and Ruby, Nephew Stacy Moon and wife Deb Hampton, His Uncle Fred and Aunt Pat Rameau and several cousins. Many times when Chuck came back from fishing and was asked how he did, more often than not you would hear everything from the temperature of the water to wind direction and speed. Often he would catch fish, but he always found his spiritual home on the water. Requiem for a Fisherman (© Jeff Wright, used with permission).
A quiet troll across the lake its surface still and mirrored the moisture in the air so thick as morning sun appears The line is whipped with deft finesse it sails with graceful ease near reeds exposed, and tangled roots just missing willowed trees The first bite starts the tingled thrill all time is stopped in place No sound or movement, not a breath this single-focused face A stronger tug, the pole is flicked the hook so cleanly set the game goes on with line kept tight the prize steered toward the net The feeling of accomplishment It saturates your soul Where skill and silent patience Are the answer to the goal You may not get another bite for hours through the day But Nature's sweet serenity Is often why you stay There comes that day for all the best The fishing's done at last The final time you tie a hook The final spinning cast But Lord, we hope a lake exists In Heaven's grand design where once again you'll feel the thrill of tugging on your line ...catch a big one for us Chuck. A Celebration of Life will be announced at a later date. All are welcome to share their thoughts in the guest book at www.sigsfuneralservices.com
His family knew him as Charly, but everyone else knew him as Chuck and this wonderful man passed away the evening of May 22, 2014 with his family by his side. Chuck was 57 years old, but lived a full life in his time here.
He was born in Seattle and grew up in Lynnwood, Washington. In his youth, he was active in the Boy Scouts and played a wicked trumpet. After graduating High school, he went on to serve in the Marines. He lived in a few different places in his life. But landed in Bellingham. Chuck worked at Woodstone for several years. But his most favorite occupation of all was the role of an Alaska commercial fisherman. Chuck truly loved hunting and fishing and sharing these activities with others and especially his dog Buster. You could often find Chuck out at Lake Terrill or Lake Whatcom, fishing a Bass Tournament with The Borderline Bassin' Contenders. He truly enjoyed setting off 4th of July fireworks and his family and friends enjoyed many a meal Chuck would make for them. He had a great sense of humor and generous in heart to all he met. He was active in the American Legion where he met the love his life and kindred spirit, Paula Rameau.
Chuck was the son of the late Charles Rameau and is survived by his dear and loving mother Vennice Cowlishaw Rameau, his loving and loyal wife Paula, his sisters Jeanne Rameau and Marilyn Moon and husband Keith, his niece Megan Bent and her children James, Robinson and Ruby, Nephew Stacy Moon and wife Deb Hampton, His Uncle Fred and Aunt Pat Rameau and several cousins. Many times when Chuck came back from fishing and was asked how he did, more often than not you would hear everything from the temperature of the water to wind direction and speed. Often he would catch fish, but he always found his spiritual home on the water. Requiem for a Fisherman (© Jeff Wright, used with permission).
A quiet troll across the lake its surface still and mirrored the moisture in the air so thick as morning sun appears The line is whipped with deft finesse it sails with graceful ease near reeds exposed, and tangled roots just missing willowed trees The first bite starts the tingled thrill all time is stopped in place No sound or movement, not a breath this single-focused face A stronger tug, the pole is flicked the hook so cleanly set the game goes on with line kept tight the prize steered toward the net The feeling of accomplishment It saturates your soul Where skill and silent patience Are the answer to the goal You may not get another bite for hours through the day But Nature's sweet serenity Is often why you stay There comes that day for all the best The fishing's done at last The final time you tie a hook The final spinning cast But Lord, we hope a lake exists In Heaven's grand design where once again you'll feel the thrill of tugging on your line ...catch a big one for us Chuck. A Celebration of Life will be announced at a later date. All are welcome to share their thoughts in the guest book at www.sigsfuneralservices.com
Bellingham Herald, The (WA) - June 1, 2014
His family knew him as Charly, but everyone else knew him as Chuck and this wonderful man passed away the evening of May 22, 2014 with his family by his side. Chuck was 57 years old, but lived a full life in his time here.
He was born in Seattle and grew up in Lynnwood, Washington. In his youth, he was active in the Boy Scouts and played a wicked trumpet. After graduating High school, he went on to serve in the Marines. He lived in a few different places in his life. But landed in Bellingham. Chuck worked at Woodstone for several years. But his most favorite occupation of all was the role of an Alaska commercial fisherman. Chuck truly loved hunting and fishing and sharing these activities with others and especially his dog Buster. You could often find Chuck out at Lake Terrill or Lake Whatcom, fishing a Bass Tournament with The Borderline Bassin' Contenders. He truly enjoyed setting off 4th of July fireworks and his family and friends enjoyed many a meal Chuck would make for them. He had a great sense of humor and generous in heart to all he met. He was active in the American Legion where he met the love his life and kindred spirit, Paula Rameau.
Chuck was the son of the late Charles Rameau and is survived by his dear and loving mother Vennice Cowlishaw Rameau, his loving and loyal wife Paula, his sisters Jeanne Rameau and Marilyn Moon and husband Keith, his niece Megan Bent and her children James, Robinson and Ruby, Nephew Stacy Moon and wife Deb Hampton, His Uncle Fred and Aunt Pat Rameau and several cousins. Many times when Chuck came back from fishing and was asked how he did, more often than not you would hear everything from the temperature of the water to wind direction and speed. Often he would catch fish, but he always found his spiritual home on the water. Requiem for a Fisherman (© Jeff Wright, used with permission).
A quiet troll across the lake its surface still and mirrored the moisture in the air so thick as morning sun appears The line is whipped with deft finesse it sails with graceful ease near reeds exposed, and tangled roots just missing willowed trees The first bite starts the tingled thrill all time is stopped in place No sound or movement, not a breath this single-focused face A stronger tug, the pole is flicked the hook so cleanly set the game goes on with line kept tight the prize steered toward the net The feeling of accomplishment It saturates your soul Where skill and silent patience Are the answer to the goal You may not get another bite for hours through the day But Nature's sweet serenity Is often why you stay There comes that day for all the best The fishing's done at last The final time you tie a hook The final spinning cast But Lord, we hope a lake exists In Heaven's grand design where once again you'll feel the thrill of tugging on your line ...catch a big one for us Chuck. A Celebration of Life will be announced at a later date. All are welcome to share their thoughts in the guest book at www.sigsfuneralservices.com
His family knew him as Charly, but everyone else knew him as Chuck and this wonderful man passed away the evening of May 22, 2014 with his family by his side. Chuck was 57 years old, but lived a full life in his time here.
He was born in Seattle and grew up in Lynnwood, Washington. In his youth, he was active in the Boy Scouts and played a wicked trumpet. After graduating High school, he went on to serve in the Marines. He lived in a few different places in his life. But landed in Bellingham. Chuck worked at Woodstone for several years. But his most favorite occupation of all was the role of an Alaska commercial fisherman. Chuck truly loved hunting and fishing and sharing these activities with others and especially his dog Buster. You could often find Chuck out at Lake Terrill or Lake Whatcom, fishing a Bass Tournament with The Borderline Bassin' Contenders. He truly enjoyed setting off 4th of July fireworks and his family and friends enjoyed many a meal Chuck would make for them. He had a great sense of humor and generous in heart to all he met. He was active in the American Legion where he met the love his life and kindred spirit, Paula Rameau.
Chuck was the son of the late Charles Rameau and is survived by his dear and loving mother Vennice Cowlishaw Rameau, his loving and loyal wife Paula, his sisters Jeanne Rameau and Marilyn Moon and husband Keith, his niece Megan Bent and her children James, Robinson and Ruby, Nephew Stacy Moon and wife Deb Hampton, His Uncle Fred and Aunt Pat Rameau and several cousins. Many times when Chuck came back from fishing and was asked how he did, more often than not you would hear everything from the temperature of the water to wind direction and speed. Often he would catch fish, but he always found his spiritual home on the water. Requiem for a Fisherman (© Jeff Wright, used with permission).
A quiet troll across the lake its surface still and mirrored the moisture in the air so thick as morning sun appears The line is whipped with deft finesse it sails with graceful ease near reeds exposed, and tangled roots just missing willowed trees The first bite starts the tingled thrill all time is stopped in place No sound or movement, not a breath this single-focused face A stronger tug, the pole is flicked the hook so cleanly set the game goes on with line kept tight the prize steered toward the net The feeling of accomplishment It saturates your soul Where skill and silent patience Are the answer to the goal You may not get another bite for hours through the day But Nature's sweet serenity Is often why you stay There comes that day for all the best The fishing's done at last The final time you tie a hook The final spinning cast But Lord, we hope a lake exists In Heaven's grand design where once again you'll feel the thrill of tugging on your line ...catch a big one for us Chuck. A Celebration of Life will be announced at a later date. All are welcome to share their thoughts in the guest book at www.sigsfuneralservices.com
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