Raymond David Fogelson

Ray was the most influential person in my life. He accomplished so much and touched so many. I can only wish Karen and the family strength as they seek to cope with his departure. My apologies I've delayed so long in commenting. Ray deserves the best, in this world and the next!

I, too, am coming to this page very late, May of 2020. Won't make a difference for Ray; he got some of my undergraduate papers late, too. I was his (undergrad) student at Chicago 1968-72, but in fact I remained his student all his (and my) life. An incomparable mentor, a friend, a model for my devotion to my students. Shoot low, Ray. They're riding Shetlands.

I am late to hearing of Ray's death. There passed a great and good man. A consummate scholar and guide.

I am so very sorry to learn that Ray has passed. It is hard to accept that I won't be seeing him again, and I am sure others feel the same. He has been a beloved presence in my life since 1976, when he was a Visiting Professor at UCSD, and I had the privilege of being his TA, along with George Scott, in courses on North American Indians and Primitive Religion. I was amazed at the thought and passion he put into his lectures. Even though he had given them many times, he not only reworked but...

Ray and my husband Dick Mack were best friends going back to their childhood. They were both shipped off to Solebury School by their families in New Jersey and were roommates there; if they were the Odd People, Ray was Oscar and Dick Felix. We had some great reunions at Solebury.
It is amusing to think of the divergent paths they both took: Ray in academia and Dick into wine and spirits.
What they had in common were kindness and curiosity, a gift for nonjudgmental approaches to...

Ray was a professor, mentor, friend, and sage advice-giver when I was an undergrad at the University of Chicago, as well as for many years afterward as I wound my way around the American West looking for roots and meaning. We exchanged postcards for years and I still have fond memories of going to the post office in Austin, Nevada on the Loneliest Highway and finding a postcard waiting for me from Ray of a Siberian Husky wearing Groucho Marx glasses. It now hangs in a frame in my home. My way...

I'm so sorry to hear about Ray. He was my father's best friend- Dick Mack. It is truly a big loss. Ray was so interesting with incredible stories and fun to be around. He was family. It is the end of a generation. Karen, I am so sorry for your loss.

It was a delight to have known Ray. He was wonderful, as you know. He was so very fortunate to have had you with him. I'm so sorry at his passing.

Thank you, Ray! A great life and still giving so much.