Raymond Baumann

You are gone almost 1 year already and I think of you often Uncle Ray. Love Always
Jeannie

While I did not know Raymond, I am sure we are distant cousins.
I also am Raymond Baumann, with Richard as my middle name. My father is Adolph "Tex" Edward Baumann and he was born in Germany in '25 but came through Ellis Island, NY in '28.

May your memories of your Raymond be treasured and his lessons of life passed on for generations to come.

I'll miss you Uncle Ray. Such a sharp mind you had, you always had stories about the old days in Marshfield, you remembered so many people. I truly enjoyed your stories. Love Forever,

My condolences to Aunt June and cousins Ray and Gerrie. I remember Uncle Ray visiting Marshfield. Each visit Mom (his sister Helen) was so excited the whole house was full of anticipation. I was quite young and do not remember conversations I had with Uncle Ray, but I will always remember him being upbeat and excited while talking with Mom and Dad (Cyril Scheuer).
Many years have passed since those visits but I will always have the memory of how much joy he brought with him to Marshfield.

As his godson, I will always remember Uncle Ray fondly. Our prayers are with his family at this time.

I worked with Ray at NPS as a carpenters helper for a while. He was pretty scary at first, didn't really like a woman in the shop but I followed him around like a puppy and kinda grew on him. I learned a lot he was a great craftsman, he even taught me how to "swab a deck" properly. I will always remember his stories and his lessons. Thank You Ray.

Uncle Ray was born and grew up in the home LucyAnn and I live in today. Although he did not travel often to Marshfield; there are people here who still remember his youth. William Breu, Ann Tauschak and I'm sure others. He still has his roots here with us.
May the eternal light shine upon him and guide him in his quest for eternal rest on the Pacific Ocean waves.

My condolences to the Family of Uncle
Ray. I'll always remember what a joy it
was to talk with him when he was back
here in Marshfield. He is one of my
favorite memories of growing up. And my
Mother Helen Scheuer was always excited
to see Him. God, grant Him eternal rest.