Perry Jay Rablin passed away February 20, 2012 at the age of 80, due to complications from Alzheimer's disease.|
Perry was the child between John and Jessica. Who have all claimed that their parents, John and Tate, were the very best parents. Love, faith and caring was their way of life.
Perry was born May 15, 1931 in Roseville, CA. His father worked for the Southern Pacific Railroad. The family moved from Roseville to a siding on the railroad into an outfit car on the Donner Summit, where they lived for three years. His dad worked on the maintenance crew for the railroad. There was no running water and an out house. During the winter his parents kept the fire going to keep them warm, but ice still formed on the bolts of the converted railroad car. He shared a single bed with his brother, they slept foot to foot. There was food on the table, beans, trout, beans, fowl, beans, venison and rabbits. They were fortunate that the game warden was an uncle and at times had a blind eye to more than one family in need of food.
Times got better and the family moved back to Roseville where he attended grade school. The family moved again, to Truckee where he graduated from High School. During his high school years his dad would take him and his brother out of school for a week on a park in deer hunting trip. At first the principal objected, but their father said, "They will learn more in a week with me, than a month in school." No more objections. On one trip Perry did have an objection, because the pack horse would not take his hoof off of Perry's foot.
After graduation in 1949 he joined the peace time Navy, and ended up serving in the Korean War. He was able to obtain a position as a Telemann, was given secret security clearance. He was assigned to the Admirals staff, so unless the Admiral was returned to port, he spent most of his time floating around the Pacific. He served on four different aircraft carriers during his tour of duty. He had imagination and drew some cartoons about Navy life, which were printed in the carriers annual cruise books.
After discharge he attended San Jose State College on the G.I. Bill. While attending college he worked various jobs, from a recreation director, construction labor and a soda jerk. He played on the water polo team, where he gained the nick name of "the animal." During his course of education he met Janice.
She decided that he had the best personality and humor of any man she had met and decided that he was the one. She finagled a way to get a date with him, and that was the end of his planned dreams of chasing young lasses around campus. They courted during the 1954 summer, he worked construction in Truckee, she worked in the fruit in Lake Co. He did not have a car and telephones were for emergency and necessary use only. The romance was via letters. Janice would read to her father humorous parts of the letters or show him a cartoon that he had drawn. After a few letters her father was almost standing over her shoulder waiting to read them. By mid summer his letters always contained a cartoon or a joke for her dad. After the summer they returned to their college studies.
They were married in 1955 and the plan was, that she would work and he would go to school, and collect the G.I. bill and a little extra from her job. Plans do not always work and by the time he graduated they had two sons, Mark and Matthew.
He graduated with a B.S. but the G.I. bill had ran out, and he had not earned his teaching credential. In 1958 he secured a job in Colusa on a provisional credential and completed his courses at Chico State. He was very grateful for the guidance in learning how to teach from Don Vedo, Pat Brose and Bernadette Campbell. Their guidance helped him to earn grants for further study and he was asked back to some of the programs to make his own presentations.
Although he was busy with school, extra classes and traveling to grant programs there was always time for a couple of weeks of camping summer vacations. They were usually centered around fishing and swimming. We did go to many National Parks, but the fishing lines were always there. During the winter season there was pheasant and duck hunting. Matthew recalled that one time they were hunting on the Beauchamp ranch and he got to carry the ducks out of the field. They weighed more than he did so Dad helped him out.
After 30 years of teaching he retired. He was one of the first members of the Volunteer Citizens Service Unit with the Sheriff's Department. He also was a campground host at a BLM campground in Oregon, enjoying the work, free camp fee and the opportunity to fish. During his retirement he also wrote and illustrated a couple of home published children's books. The Habits of Rabbits, and My Life As A Little Girls Softball Coach.
He kept writing and drawing cartoons, his mind always filled with new thoughts and ideas. He wrote poems to encourage student writing and to express his personal feelings of many subjects. Some of you may remember the little puzzle cards he wore on his shirt, or the daily word or message on the black board. Sometimes his humor seemed crazy but it was always in the limits of good taste. In his early teaching years he was called Mr. Rablin, then Mr. R. and at the last G'pa.
He is survived by Janice his wife of 56 years, son Mark and wife Jill of Colusa, Matthew and wife Katherine of Vancouver, WA. 10 grandchildren, 9 great grandchildren, and a collection of other relatives.
About the year of 2000, Perry decided to write his own obituary, we would like to share parts of it with you.
Since I am a very private person I have decided to write my own obituary. The most important this I did was to become a teacher. Those children were a delight. Later in their lives, some became the leaders in many walks of life, others got by, but they all contributed. When they passed through the graduation line I felt I had given each a little of myself because most gave me respect, kindness, love and frustration. That was the best gift that could be given.
That dear friends, is what his parents taught him in the very beginning.
Perry has donated his remains to U.C. Davis, and request that there be no services. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to, The Alzheimer's Aid Society of Northern California. 2641 Cottage Way, Suite 4, Sacramento, CA 95825, or the
Published in Tri-County Newspapers on Feb. 22, 2012