Carl-Clapp-Obituary

Carl B. Clapp

Portland, Oregon

Jun 23, 1936 – Feb 24, 2018

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BORN
June 23, 1936
DIED
February 24, 2018
LOCATION
Portland, Oregon

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Carl B. ClappJune 23, 1936 - Feb. 24, 2018 Retired Art Teacher and UU Lay Minister. Survived by his wife, June Clapp; son, Andrew Clapp; daughter, Marti Mendenhall; and sister, Hazel Poulson.Memorial Celebration will be at 2 p.m., March 18, 2018, at the UU Congregation at Willamette Falls, 710...

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I still think of you and your poetry. Miss our wonderful poetry meetings sharing ideas, our poems and those of others we admire. Rose Lefebvre

I still think of Carl with kindness. He was a fellow poet who always had good things to say about my poetry and made me feel that what I wrote was worthy. I miss his smile and laughter and kind words. He will always be remembered.

The other day at work I was sharing a story about a piece of art I made while a student in high school. It was a composition I made of a Campbell's soup can that was created with oil pastels. It began with me searching through my mom's kitchen pantry looking for inspiration one evening. And there it was! I thought it would make the perfect piece for my art project--it had bold color, it was simple in shape, and it was relatable. Mr. Clapp seemed pleased with the end result and even asked me...




always remembering him with a smile. He was so in love with poetry, wrote lovely poems himself, and always had a smile and hug for evryone.

You will truly be missed! I thank you for all the art lessons. Art class was my refuge from all that was unbearable! Your patience and kindness will never be forgotten!!! Rest peaceful Mr Clapp
Karla smith class of 1982

RIP Mr. Clapp. You were a positive influence in many lives.

Will so miss his kind soul and loving spirit.

Carl officiated our wedding thirty years ago. He was a wonderful man who was an important part of our big day. We hold him fondly in our memories. Love to June.
Willy and Kate

A legacy of infective creative energy that I was privileged to catch and hold for a lifetime (May Day still buzzzes in my brain as an important life event), a kind and patient teacher who was a guide to my own teaching career (not that I was the same, but every day I tried), a true sense of personal loss that his light here is extinguished (not that we were close: however, I feel I would have been welcome anytime), but that the warm glow of his life that I briefly encountered added to the sum...