It has been a year since Clem passed. I want to share my thoughts and feelings about him.
My wife Catherine and I moved to Viking Drive in 1982 and lived there for seven years. We lived across the street from Clem and Peggy. We became friendly when Cath and I would take our dog Red on walks with the Mondys at the nearby park. Later Clem and Peggy would take Red for walks, and he became very demanding of them expecting twice-daily walks. One day Red broke out of our yard and took himself for a walk. As a result the “walk on demand protocol” ended.
Soon thereafter we four began having dinner and going out to events together. We liked ethnic foods and would take the Mondys to some exotic holes in the wall. They liked the different cuisines and were not overwhelmed by spicier foods. For their part, Clem and Peg would take us to places which had been popular watering holes for oil industry veterans in the fifties on Houston's south side near the Medical Center. One night, for example, all of us attended a Christmas party at the Shamrock hotel. Glenn McCarthy, an oil tycoon, built the Shamrock in the late fifties and for years it was the “the” place to go. By the way, the wildcatter played by James Dean in the movie Giant was based upon Glenn McCarthy.
Once I saw some wild grapes in the park. I wanted to make jelly. So Clem and I picked them out of the trees and we made mustang (muscat) grape jelly. The tart jelly was very distinctive, a welcome contrast to the sweet grocery store brands.
When our eldest son Jack was born, we still visited with the Mondys but less so. Children keep you busy. When Jack was about three, I recall us taking a 10 kilometer walk with Clem and Peg in Weimar one spring. The bluebonnets and Indian paint were brilliantly colored and the hills bright green. Peggy found a dewberry bush and we munched them for quite awhile.
In 1989 we moved to West Houston but still kept in touch with Clem and Peggy. We would visit once or twice a year. We saw them the last day we moved from Texas in 2009 when they came to wish us well.
If I had to come up with a song to describe Clem, it would be My Way. Clem was determined to do things the way he wanted to do them. And he was dead-set on being successful for his family to live well. He did just that. Clem didn't start with much. Clem first painted signs with his father, but found there was more money in Sales. As a salesman at Federal Sign, he noticed that the oil industry was more lucrative so he started working there. He became knowledgeable about the products he sold and tenacious in making the sale (tenacious was one of favorite words). When his employer showed no interest in developing a large water blast unit to clean refinery equipment, Clem left the firm and started his own business, Jobmaster. Jobmaster was very successful and he was proud of its achievements. It is a remarkable story showing his intelligence, thoughtfulness and tenacity (!).
Clem knew not only knew how to earn money, but how to keep it. He would often tell me the importance of compound interest and taking advantage of it to grow a nest egg. I had studied it in college but it never connected with me on a gut level until I met Clem.
I wish the best for Clem. God bless.
I searched online and found that 19th-Century Escaped Ape stories would have been about baboons and chimpanzees, since gorillas weren't exported from Africa until the twentieth century, so Uncle Bub's Gorilla story counts as one of the early ones. It was probably 1930, in Batesville, Arkansas, and a traveling circus was in town. Uncle Bub, who was about 2 at the time, was playing in a sandbox out in the front yard with his older sister Ima Jean, who was about six. Grandmother Margaret kept an eye on the kids out the kitchen window as she prepared dinner. As I understand it, the house was situated at the end of a road, which ended at the street in front of the house. When Grammy looked up, she saw a Gorilla knuckle-walking down the road straight for the house. When the animal reached the front yard, it hopped the picket fence and settled into the sandbox, and the Gorilla and Uncle Bub just stared at each other. Ima Jean ran away at once, and Grammy cautiously made her way to the front to collect Bub and go back into the house. A few minutes later, a couple of guys from the circus showed up, put a rope around the gorilla's neck, and led it away. "A Gorilla!" Grammy would say....
Dad always spoke about Bub with a smile on his face--usually a great big smile, in anticipation of a laugh. I can't imagine they never fought, but I have to think Bub was the sort who always looked out for his little brother. In all my years growing up, I never heard even the slightest criticism of Uncle Bub. Dad thought it especially clever and funny the time (~1940) when Bub wired two metal plates, situated a few inches apart, to a car or truck battery in a barnyard, and spread chicken feed on one. A chicken would walk over, stand on one plate and when it pecked at the other, the poor bird completed the circuit and vaulted ten feet into the air! Dad was nearly in tears recounting the story. He laughed and shook his head and said those chickens kept going back over & over again--they just never learned.
When Bub was stationed in West Germany in the early fifties, his unit got a sergeant who had seen a lot of action in Korea. The guy was covered head-to-foot in scars. He told them that the most important weapon in that war was the Colt 45--that the real combat over there was close-quarter combat. Just before battle, Chinese infantry would wrap their arms, legs, and torsos with a thick cord. They'd get hopped up on Opium and charge the American lines en mass. It was a slaughter as the American machine gunners cut them down, but the Chinese kept coming. Those at the back didn't even have guns, but it didn't matter because there would be plenty available from their fallen comrades as they advanced. There were too many to stop, and when they reached the American lines, the fighting became hand-to-hand. When Bub graduated from Allen Military Academy, the boys from his class were given two choices: to enlist and be posted to Germany, or to go to Officer Candidate School and get sent to Korea. I know it affected Uncle Bub that all of the guys from that class who chose OCS died together on the same hill on the same day.
Dear Peggy and all the Mondy family,
I have had the pleasure of knowing Clem and Peggy since I moved in across the street at 2010 Viking in 1979. I was the first single girl on the block, and only thirty when I became a part of the Viking Gang. Clem was always so kind to me and helpful as I learned now to take care of my home. There was always a tool that I could borrow and good instructions on how to use it. Clem and Peggy were so open and friendly and treated me like a daughter. Clem and Peggy loved to party and so did I. So it was a natural fit, as I had many block parties at my home with Clem, Peggy and the Viking Gang. In the early days we all stayed up partying and drinking until 2am or 3am. Then as we all aged our partying began to end around midnight, then 10 pm. Clem was always someone who enjoyed a good time with good friends and his burgers were the best! Clem and Peggy saved the neighborhood from becoming an HOA, which is why today we can sell our houses so easily and at such good prices. Clem and Peggy if they thought something was wrong,would put their nose to the grind stone and make a difference. They inspired me to be a better citizen and to never give up if you thought you were right. A lot of hard work and persistence can move a mountain, was their attitude. Clem was always a supporter of intelligent women and women in general. Clem even bought a $10,000 painting of Mayor Whitmire, at a fund raiser for women's political leadership. He bought the painting to honor Peggy and all she had done for Clem, the family and the business. Clem made a big splash at that event as everyone wanted to know who he was. Again, Clem helped make a difference in supporting women in political leadership positions. Clem had a firmly held opinion about most anything and my husband Wil and I enjoyed listening to him. We agreed with much that he had to say but we liked to bounce contradictory ideas off of Clem. Clem was a one of a kind, a self made man with a big heart and a big love of God. Clem was True Grit and made of the Right Stuff. Peggy understood Clem and was always there to make him happy. Peggy has infinite patience,combined with a tender heart. Peggy and Clem adopted my cats Sam and Iggy, or rather my cats adopted them. My cats lived at their house, and were fed really well. Clem loved all animals and you could tell that animals loved him. Clem had a formula for life that worked well for he and Peggy. Even in their eighties, they were always physically active and strong and still mowed their own yards in the sweltering heat of the summer. Amazing folks, you just admired them a lot! As Wil, my husband and I aged into our 60's people began calling us "Clem and Peggy" because we walked a lot, always in T Shirts and shorts and because we were conservative. We always took that as the highest compliment. Clem was a strong Republican, as were we. So we all would put out our Republican campaign signs as soon as our liberal Democrat neighbors put out their campaign signs. We laughed about that. Clem and Peggy took us on a wonderful trip in 2013 to Shiner to visit the brewery and all the sites of Shiner, Clem's hometown. It was a wonderful time listening to Clem's tales about the brewery and growing up in the 20's and 30's in a small Texas town.
Yes, we will miss Clem deeply. We are grateful that our lives have been deeply enriched from knowing Clem.
Looking back at the life and legacy of my Grandpa Clement Mondy Jr. He had a hard life form what I know but through hard work, focus, and spirit he had risen to a new person with a beautiful wife, three loving kids and one may he rest in peace son, way to many grandkids and friends to name or count but seriously though the care and love this man has shown me and the people around me in some small way he was a gentle giant in my eyes, but nothing can fill the void he has left behind, I love you Grandpa may you rest in peace, I will never forget what you had shown me and taught me over the years you could, I wish you well on the journey to heaven and Grandma I love you too and I'm keeping you and everybody in my prayers.
Dad, I want to thank you for being Bull of the woods and giving me a love of art and music.
Your love for Mom is endless.
I love you Dad,
Peggy, Just reminding you that Lori and I and many of your neighbors are here for you during this difficult time. Rick
Catherine & Cindy,
What a great video of your father's 85th birthday!
You have such wonderful memories.
I once heard it said that our parents are the only thing standing between us and death. Their passing is something we must all experience.
Through these times of grief I am sure you are filling your mind with cherished memories and being grateful for life lessons bestowed as your inheritance.
Reflecting on these things will help to see how very much you have been loved. Both the good and the bad have shaped your life, making you who you are.
I am so happy you were able to spend time with your dad during his last days. Time for love, encouragement, forgiveness, healing, acceptance, making new memories.
This experience I am sure, has given you cause to appreciate a deeper relationship with your mother and that you are understanding more the unique qualities of which she is made.
The sorrow and loneliness of missing your dad will always be a part of you and his memory will always be with you, but anticipating seeing him again in just a little while is cause to rejoice.
This is a life experience we both share now. With deeper understanding I am here for you, to pray, to grieve, to cry with you. Tell me what you need. Thank you for being a friend to me.
Love Sharon and Wendell
Dear Peggy, Cathy, Cindy, and Families,
We are so sorry to hear about Mr. Mondys passing. He was such a dynamic man. It was such a pleasure working at Job Master Sales and getting to know all the family. I remember the Christmas parties were a very special time. Mr. Mondy would sum up the year and there was always a special treat; a ham, delicious fruit cake or candy and a Christmas bonus for each employee. Mr. Mondy would close early so we could all get home to our families.
We pray you will be comforted by all the wonderful memories of your life together and in knowing Clem Mondy is safely home with our Lord.
We send our love and deepest sympathy, Irene and Alan Smith
Mrs. Moore, the congregation of Fairton Christian Center, and I offer our prayers, love, and condolences to the Mondy family.
I was sad to just hear the news of Clement's passing today. I only met him once at my Grandmothers funeral when he and his Father attended. I wish I could have got better acquainted with him and others on that side of my Family. Even though I have not met in person Catherine and Peter and Cindy, we have talked on the phone for hours and really feel close to them. When I lost my Wife Catherine and Peter gave me lots of encouragement and a Song Peter told me on the phone, really started my healing. "Knowing what I know about Heaven" God Bless all of you and I know there was a Great Reunion in Heaven.
Clement Ray Mondy Jr. was the only grandfather I have ever known, and he was truly that - grand. An inventor, an entrepreneur, sportsman, and loving husband, father, and grandfather. He has inspired me to go after my goals - even when they seem overwhelming - to just "handle it." The more I learn about him, the more I feel I can achieve with my life. I am grateful to have spent what little time I had with him, and I can only hope to emulate his generosity, his inventiveness, and his drive. You inspire me, Grandpa, and I'll always love you. Thank you for all you've taught me and for the example you've set for me.
What is the most important word on a tomb stone? It's the dash between birth and passing. It represents how a life was lived. But who can truly describe my father's remarkable life?
Since his 80th birthday, Dad I talked over many childhood, family, Army, business, and Volksmarch memories, life lessons, his inventions,accomplishments - too many to write in the guest book. But I do want to share Proverbs 13:22 "A good man leaves an inheritance to his children's children." Many may think this verse is only about money, but there are other aspects to the definition of "inheritance". Though Dad would be the first to say he was not a perfect man, he is a perfect example of a "good man" as described in Matthew 12:35 ~ A good man out of the good deposit, or good treasure, of his heart brings forth good things. Dad and Mom both believe in the phrase "Discipline Determines Destiny". Dad's heart was filled with love for God, his family and friends, and our country's liberties as well as the discipline to live by the Christian Work (and "Save your money!") Ethic. From his heart, he brought forth the "fruits of success" in all the areas of his life. Dad is also an example of Proverbs 26:1 ~ A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favor rather than silver and gold. The good name of CLEMENT RAY MONDY, JR. has been forever established upon 85 years 5 months and 15 days of quality choices based on good character, morals, and principles. He "set the bar" and showed us how to take our God-given talents, add study, common sense, creativity, humor, honesty, hard work, a servant's heart, and prayer to exponentially multiply those talent into a productive and successful life. The manner in which Dad lived leaves a rich inheritance - a legacy - to his daughters, grands, greats, extended family and friends.
On Christmas Day, Mom and I held his hands, told him how much he was loved, and watched Dad peacefully take his last breath on earth. We are confident that Dad then took his first breath in Heaven and began his new journey as described in Matthew 25:21 ~ His Lord said unto him, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant; thou has been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things; enter thou into the joy of thy Lord."
If there happens to be an angel reading over my shoulder, please pass this message along: It's been a month since you moved on without us, Dad, and I love you a heart-full. I miss your beautiful, clear-blue eyes as you looked at me with thoughtful attention during serious discussions and twinkled when you were playful or told a joke. I miss the sound of "Peg O' My Heart" as you played your Hohner chromatic harmonica; each mellow, lilting note dedicated with love to Mom. Words cannot express how proud I am to be your daughter. In your 85th birthday greeting, you said that you loved everybody and invited all of us to come see you as "the door is always open". We look forward to the day when you - and Jesus- will welcome us warmly at the door of your Heavenly mansion. Like we used to sing, "Happy trails, Dad, until we meet again."
Clement Ray Mondy, Jr., was my grandfather. Spending Christmas with him was always a treat. He encouraged me in my artwork and was willing to listen to my ideas. He set a standard that I hope to live up to.
I will remember Mr. Mondy for his jokes from the American Legion magazine and his tough negotiating skills. He always kept me on my toes and taught me a lot about business. He was a man with strong convictions and a soft heart.
I treasure the memories of my older brother Clem Mondy because he continuously "showed up for me:" various Christmases (in 1958 in Wichita, KS; in 1960 in San Diego, CA; in 1984 Dodge City, KS); fun, summer-vacation weeks with him & Peggy circa summers of 1958 & 1959 in Wichita Falls, TX; at my 1968 wedding in Shawnee, KS; during a 1983 wheat harvest in Cheyenne County, Colorado & afterwards: sighting a tornado in Dodge City, KS; for my 1991 PhD graduation from UT Austin; at Year 2000 birthday party -- attended by 70+ friends -- when I lived next to Lake Travis in Renaissance Villas on Hwy. 620 in Austin, TX; in 2001 during a neighborhood sing-along with my Old Town Neighbors on Coronado Hills Dr. in Austin, TX -- when our mother was visiting from Wichita, KS ... during a spontaneous Dodge City Community College reunion of two former colleagues -- on Upvalley Run in the Cat Mountain area of Austin ... & the times I visited him & Peggy in Houston: in 1987 during a luncheon for my Houston-area friends (Wichita, KS, East High school friend Dr. Gwen Lee-Dukes & Dodge City Community College colleague Chu Luu); & later in the fall of 1987 when Stan & I dropped by their home -- en route to a Disney World vacation in FLA; for their 50th wedding anniversary; in 2003 at Fuddrucker's near their home while I was en route home to Austin -- from my College for Texans training at the Houston Medical Center; & many, regular phone conversations just to say "Hi," I'm thinking about you, love you & admire you."
Some of my earliest memories are of going to Granny and Paw paw's house. I attribute my facination with computers to Grandpa, always eager to show off the new capabilities of the advancing technologies like the soundblaster card hooked to a boom box, or the World war two submarine game " wolfpack" to demonstrate the at the time new SVGA graphics. He was without a doubt a natural teacher, always ready to explain in great depth and detail on how things worked, be it machinery, politics, what you did wrong ( these were the most colorful ones) and by the time he was done, you had a strong grasp on how he felt about a subject matter with zero room for confusion. I think every one who ever had a conversation with him on the telephone will remember and greatly miss the " Now hold the phone there" when he was making a point.
I miss you Grandpa.
Remembering my Father in-law
First and for-most Dad not only had a love of God but had accepted Jesus Christ as his personal Savior.
It is said of believers: "their last breath here is followed by their first breath in Heaven." That being the case and seeing as we would always swap jokes whenever we spoke, he'll probably have some real good ones ready to tell by the time I see him again.
In the mean time, I will dearly miss his wit and wisdom. Knowing that he's living in the glow of God's Grace is a healing comfort in the midst of missing him.
I can still hear the sound of his Texas voice.
It has somehow found a home in my Bronx heart.
We are here for you Mom as Dad would have us to be.
Love Peter F. Boyce
Clement Ray Mondy Jr., my grandfather, was a honest, intelligent, and a self-made man. Above all, he was a family man. He had many attributes that I have grown to respect. His business smarts, the honorable way he always conducted his life, and being there for his family, even when they did not know how much he had done for them. Like Footprints in the Sand, if you were one of his, you did not walk alone, at times, he carried you. I was able to be with him during Thanksgiving. I am most thankful of the time I spent with him. I sat beside him and played Big Band Music, on my phone for him. And during this time that he seemed almost unresponsive, he would occasionally tap his foot in time to the music. That sharing with him, gave me comfort, as I hope it had given him. If I were to say I inherited anything from him, it would be, his love of music. I want to thank him for that gift, music like the gospel, soothes the soul. And no matter where life takes me, I will always carry that part of him with me. I love you grandpa, I pray, to see you again someday, that we may enjoy, yet again music in Heaven. I love you. And I love Grandma Peggy and wish her peace.
"By their fruits you shall know them." Clem's fruits are amazing, his earthly garden was filled to overflowing. Married for over a half century. Fathered four children. Served in the US Military during war time in Korea. Holder of six patents, six, that is five more than Abrham Lincoln held. A job creator, as his patents helped to repair and recover heavy pipelines and build the oil transportation system not only in Texas, but world wide. But he experienced sorrows, too, burying two children, one an infant son. Sorrows, sacrifices, and reverence for Christ "I'm not religious but I have strong faith in Jesus" only expanded the great depth of his compassion for the sorrows and tribulations of others. The Greeks still ask one question when they hear the church bells announcing a death in their communities, "Did he have passion?" Clem certainly did, which added so much strength, far reach, and accomplishments to his years. In the Midwest, the Midwesterners have an honoring description that fits Clem, "He was a poor boy made good" which means that he did not have great advantages and preferences growing up; no one pulled string to get him a cush deployement with the Texas Air National Guard during war time, Clem served, and served with distinction. Texas lost a superb native son. In America, people ask when the death bell tolls, "Who is the bell tolling for?" Because of Clem's quiet and indefatigueable goodness, his death is a great loss to us all, and the Ernest Hemingway reply fits: "Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee." We are all diminshed by Clem's exit from here into heaven. After his long stay in the hospital before his death, St. Peter is standing at the Pearly Gates holding the gates open for Clem saying, "Welcome home. Yours was a race well run." Gary Barcus, Esq.
I never was able to meet Grandpa since I only recently married his granddaughter, Amy. After attending his wake and funeral and speaking with many of his family members and friends, however, I feel like I knew him very well. He was hard-working, funny, loyal, honest and a good Christian. The family lost a good man but his spirit will live on through the memories, stories, jokes and wonderful personal inheritances that he passed down to each of his blessed grandchildren. You're in our prayers, Granny Peggy!
Missing you Papa Clem! I love you!
I will cherish Papa Clem's keen sense of humor, his jokes, and facial expressions. I will always be grateful that he and my Granny Peggy had my mother and decided to keep her! I admire that he loved the Lord and prayed for every member of his family on a daily basis.
Lord! Please keep Papa Clem busy in heaven until we can all join him and celebrate.
Earth holds no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. We are sorry for your loss. Mr. And Mrs. Gary Hadden.
I count myself fortunate as his neighbor and friend of 30 years. Difficult to find men like him, especially today. Spoke the truth.
Grandpa was a wonderful man. He was great at business and had an eye for art. I wish I inherited his business savvy, but instead I was passed down his artistic abilities. He specialized in making signs both for the army and for his various business ventures. I too have made numerous signs for Coffee Houses, Offices and Girl Scout Camp. Love you Grandpa! Love you Granny Peggy!
People don't really leave us, a part of them lives on in us, through all the fond memories.
MS.Peggy I was so sorry to read that Mr. Clem had passed away. He was such a fun person. I always enjoyed visiting with the two of you. I still quote him from time to time and so enjoyed all the wonderful stories he shared. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
We will remember his smile, laugh, love of family, and work ethic. Love and prayers to Peggy and family
Sorry to hear of this passing. My best regards to his loved ones and family.