Ray Mathews

I remember Ray back around the 1960's when he sold golf equipment and came to Riverview Golf Club in Bunola, Pa. where my Dad Joe Campayno was Golf Pro. We really liked Ray. I was about 19 years old and he and I went out to play one day and got caught in a storm. We were in the woods under some big brush trying to stay dry. Kind of like the storm in Caddyshack where Bill Murray was caddying for the bishop. Ray was a super gentleman and he really treated my parents and me very well. My deepest...

Ray was a man of men. He was a great boss and had a great family which I love dearly. He will be greatly missed and I am happy to say I was part of having him put in the Hall of Fame for being a wonderful Steeler!!!

I guess to most of Ray's family, this is out of the blue because when my family moved to Fl in 1946 we sorta lost touch with folks in Pa. Ray was my cousin, his Father Jay was my mothers, Hazel Mathews, brother. My middle name and that of my son is Jay. I remember him fondly and followed his football career proudly and just wanted his family to know that we are thinking of them and offer condolences from family in Clearwater, Fl. I saw that he had a gravesite reserved in Milton at the...

Gloria (Snow) Coates

Rick and I are so sad to hear of Ray's passing. What a great guy and a wonderful family! We grew to love his family and hold them in our prayers at this time.

I have so many sweet memories of my Uncle Ray. Summers in Pennsylvania were a favorite for us all. Grand Dad and Uncle Ray used to send me to the fields to collect the gulf balls from the " golf ball tress" I genuinely believed this is where all those balls came from until the next time when I caught them hitting gulf balls off the old fire engine in the field! It's my best memory of my Grand Dad and Uncle Ray and how they laughed when I caught them they thought it was just too funny. Even...

My Uncle Ray loved to tease and joke, pull your leg and the wool over your eyes. You would think he was dead serious until you caught that twinkle in his eye, or sometimes my aunts big smile would give him away. He was larger than life and all of us kids were in awe of him. Sweet and gentle memories...and a few wild ones....