Our loving husband, father, grandfather, and brother, Raymond Philip Blumenschein, seventy-seven years old, resident of Sacramento, California for fifty-three years, died peacefully, surrounded by his family, on the 11th of March 2017 at Kaiser South. He was born the 18th of May 1939 in Calgary, Alberta Canada; the youngest child of Ivan and Loretta. He was married in Seattle, Washington on the 17th of April 1963 to Sylvia Sorci. He began his higher education at Notre Dame "North" in Nelson BC where he met lifelong friends, Bill Gaines, Ken Ramdin, Pat Johnson, and Danny White. He continued his education at Seattle University, where he received a Bachelor's Degree in Education, majoring in Mathematics and English. He influenced countless lives throughout his teaching career which spanned 38 years between Sam Brannon Junior High and Kennedy High School. To this day, the Blumenschein name gets special recognition thanks to him. He and his wife enjoyed sixteen years of retirement together. They often traveled together, and with friends or family to all parts of the world. And when he wasn't traveling, you could find him with his fishing buddies and his friend Gary Brandt, "the man with the boat." Raymond had a passion for learning and sharing his knowledge. He will be most remembered for his sense of humor and his ability to listen. He was generous and kind, thoughtful and wise. His abiding passions were his family and friends. He instilled in his children a zest for life, and the ability to understand the power of a kind word or smile. In them his light shines bright. He is preceded in death by his parents, Ivan and Loretta, his brother Ronald, and sister Joan. He is survived by his brothers, Jerome and Robert, his wife of fifty-four years, Sylvia, his four children, Theodore, Daniel, Regina, and Patrick, his thirteen grandchildren, and two great grandchildren. He will be greatly missed by all. Services will be held at Saint Anthony's Church at 660 Florin Road on the 24th of March 2017 at 11:00 am. A reception will follow in the church's memorial center. All who knew and loved him are welcome to attend.

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Published by The Sacramento Bee from Mar. 18 to Mar. 19, 2017.

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Ted Blumenschein

March 12, 2025

8 years on and Dad still looms large in my thoughts. I continue striving to be a son of whom he could be proud.

Cary Bertoncini

October 20, 2024

Ray was my teacher in middle school and a mentor at Kennedy when I was a young teacher. I'm an old teacher now, and I still feel the positive effects of Ray's kind and patient approach to teaching. He was one of the best and is missed. Thank you for your inspiration and example, Ray.

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Ted Blumenschein

March 12, 2020

It's 3 years now since Dad died. I'm sorry that you never got a chance to visit here. Always thinking about you, Dad. I miss you.

March 13, 2019

Raymond, another year has passed and each day I miss you more. I know you are in a good place and your spirit surrounds us. Keep a watch for Tony Jerulle and intercede for us that God will grant special blessings to David and Thoa and Tommy. your ever-loving wife, Syl

Sandra Callaghan

March 18, 2018

Ray made the world more livable just by being in it. I miss the twinkle in his eye, his sense of humor, the support he always gave to other people. Every time I go to Belair, I imagine him being there. What a wonderful legacy he has left to us all, including filing papers in your shirt pocket! I am thankful I had the pleasure of teaching with him.

patrick Blumenschein

March 18, 2018

My dad died one year ago.I did not and to this day have not realized in what way loosing you would affect me.I feel I will never be the same.A piece of my "life puzzle",went with my dad.I feel every experience I have had forms a piece of my puzzle.When the pieces are combined they form a picture of my life.Without my dad my puzzle has changed.He will never be a part of my puzzle again.There is noway to replace his piece and because of that I will never be the same again.
Death was something I never gave much thought.I just knew if I had A question I could ask my father.He always would know what to say.If he could not answer the question he knew how to guide me to the truth.He would make me think,He would tell me to get a dictionary if I was asking how to spell a word.He would show me the math formula to solve a math problem.He would say something witty or quote Shakespeare.Life seemed to go on forever and death was the furthest thing from my mind.
After his funeral I realized I had lost a parent my hero and my teacher.I still have lots of questions but he is not there the way he was answering my questions.I have given death and dieing a lot of thought.I still have plenty of questions but he is not there to answer.For just over a year now I have been trying to answer my questions myself.Figure them out without dad.One thing I have decided is letting people know that you love them.My dad would do this without a word spoken When dad was at his end I was afraid I did not know what to say or how to act so .I debated in my mind if I should pay him the money I owed him.That would be my icebreaker.Than I thought there is tomorrow so I sat in silence.I was not going to entertain the thought that dad might not be there tomorrow.he said to me let me see you stand.So I pushed my walker to the side and stood tall and at attention.He was pleased.My father never had to say much for you to know what was on his mind.He would touch his forehead to mine.There was no mistaking what he had just done.What I would give for one more touch from his head.Nothing said just a gentle collision of our minds.There are few words if any that would convey more emotion.Weather it be he was easing my despair or we were shearing something joyful,Regardless of the of the reason he was saying he loved me and was there for me.There will be no more new memories with my father.I realize now there is no promise of tomorrow. You are given such a small amount of time on this earth.You never know when life will run out.So cherish your life make it worthwhile do things in life that make you happy.You may not have the chance later.
I often think back on the night my father took his last breath.I questioned my actions .My father was going nowhere. He was always there for me and was not going to die.I learned that thinking tomorrow was guaranteed and put off what you can do today until tomorrow.Tomorrow is often followed by regret.
If my dad could see me now I want him to know he is still answering my Questions and teaching me.Sometimes I wish he had not set the bar so high but knowing him he would see it as there being no other way.
I miss you dad and am so proud to be your son.No one in my eyes can hold a candle to you Thank You and I love you DAD
Your Favorite Son Patrick

Jerome Blumenschein

March 15, 2018

I would like to reiterate what I said at the beginning of my eulogy at Ray's funeral. His life was gentle and the arts so arranged in him that nature might stand up before all the world at say, this was a man. This most famous Shakespearean eulogy to Brutus a man who could not be corrupted regardless of any pressure and was an acknowledged leader revered by the people applies equally to my brother Ray. Everyone who knew Ray automatically recognized him as a man amongst men who displayed leadership,kindness combined with gentleness to all who knew him whether with his immediate family and close friends or relative strangers. Norah and Myself enjoyed many trips with Ray and Sylvia to relatively unknown parts of the Muslim world and Ray was always game for new experiences. I am very proud to say that I was lucky enough to have my youngest brother as my best friend and wonderful companion. Thank you Ray for being such a super brother and confidant. I love you very much. Jerry

Happy Memories 1990 xx

Helen Battye

March 13, 2018

Happy Memories of 1990 xx

Sylvia Blumenschein

March 12, 2018

My Dearest Raymond,

Our journey began in January 1962 in Seattle, Washington...and what a road we've traveled. Our first adventure took us to Sacramento, CA. where you started your career as a teacher and we became parents of four children and eventually, 13 grandchildren and 2 great grandchildren. As our family grew the road took many turns and sometimes-down rocky and unpaved paths, but you were always the pathfinder and never led us astray.

In retirement, we filled our lives with family, friends and travel.

On March 11, 2017 you entered the road to eternity and I couldn't follow but your love has made me strong. I will continue life's journey holding your love in my heart forever.

Today, March 11,2018 (one year later) I am blessed and grateful for the life we shared. I love you Blum. Rest in peace.

Lake Louise, Banff: a favorite place.

Ted Blumenschein

March 10, 2018

At Theodore's Wedding in Missouri

Ted Blumenschein

March 10, 2018

In Cornwall, NY with Marina and Ivan

Ted Blumenschein

March 10, 2018

In New York City

Ted Blumenschein

March 10, 2018

Ted Blumenschein

March 10, 2018

Dad gave us, his family, love, support and guidance. He always helped when we were in need and informed our understanding of the world with his actions and words. He gave us a joy for life with his eager enthusiasm and humor. All that I can do is thank him and hope that he admired me as much as I admire him.

There was always a quite understanding between Dad and me. Things that I assumed we both knew or felt but never spoke of. His love and compassion were obvious through the affection he showed. He often hugged me and kissed me on the top of my head and though I always hugged him back, I regret not doing and saying more. So, I wrote a letter to him shortly after he died to voice, for me the things that I wished I had said and wish he had heard.

Dad,

Life is good.

Fifty years ago you sat down with a pencil and paper and showed me how to write my name: Blumenschein. It was your name too, of course before it was mine, but still, it was mine and that was all that mattered to me then. It's a nice name. I like it a lot. You, Mom, Dan, Gina and Pat were just satellites circling my world then, and anything happening outside of my knowledge or understanding was the manifest mechanics binding the universe together for me to romp seamlessly through life. Good times.

Life is good.

It struck me sometime later that I was, in fact a piece of your life, just one piece of the puzzle that revealed a much more complete picture of what you and mom created and shared. I remember thinking that everything in my life was the result of all that you had given, starting with life, love, food and shelter. You gave me a good education and taught me humility. I reflect frequently on your charity whenever I wanted something, anything and the restraint that you showed when I was a bumptious imp. I am guided through fatherhood now by the example of your thoughtfulness, patience and generosity through the years.

Life is good.

I am grateful for the myriad experiences that you provided; music lessons that I cherish; camping; skiing; rafting; car trips throughout the states and Canada; baseball games at the stadium; card games and so much more. And I am grateful for the time you spent teaching me and guiding me through school and work. You provided so much and showed nothing but support for my endeavors.

Life is good

You always made me laugh, Dad. Your wry humor and enthusiasm for fun always made me happy. And there have also been trying moments and too many sagas, but you gave me peace of mind, showing me that there is a bright side to life, the universe and everything. Your ability to look at the good in life, even durning the most difficult times, are essential to my understanding and management of life's trials.

The truth is that I can never repay you for being my father and giving so much. Every day I reflect on all that you taught and provided. I hope you knew that through your guidance I strive to be a son and father of which you can be proud.

I love you, Dad.

Life is good. Thank you for giving so much. I miss you.

Regina Lynch

March 8, 2018

It has been almost one year since we had to say goodbye and I cannot shake the feeling that you are only a phone call away. You are that limb that has been amputated; I can still feel your presence even though you're not here. And for the last year that presence has burned and hurt. It has been an itch that I cannot scratch. My brain cannot accept that you have gone. For me, the world doesn't make sense without you.

I watched you leave and, in that moment, a darkness engulfed me. However, since that day, remembering you, your love and your grace, has helped the sun to rise again. A sudden change is painful and, while we cannot sit down together, you are still with me and your light prevails.

I love you and I miss you more than you can know.

This is my message to you one year later. Below is what I said at your funeral. I hope I made you proud that is all I ever wanted. And I took all the advice you ever gave me when talking to a crowd
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Notes to My Father

Beat, happy stars, timing with things below,
Beat with my heart more blest than heart can tell,
Blest, but for some dark undercurrent woe
That seems to draw But it will not be so
Let all be well, be well

I stand here humbled and overwhelmingly impressed. I see friends and family that have joined us here today to honor my dad. Your presence is testament to a truly great man; it is amazing how one man could touch the lives of so many people.

This is, beyond a doubt, one of the most difficult things I've had to endure. Death, I'm afraid, is a burden for the living to bear. So, here I stand now before you in an attempt to honor my father with words. To capture his true essence might require your presence for a very, very long time, and I'm pretty sure some of you have planes to catch and the rest of you have bills to pay. So I choose to speak to you today from my heart, about a man who touched our lives in so many ways.

I can't speak for everyone, but when I try to come up with a word or words to express the feelings I have for my dad, the first thing to pop into my head is glowing admiration. And again, there are countless things I admire, too many to share in one sitting. So, I choose to share what I admire most.

This being his undivided commitment to his family. First off, and above all was his love for his wife. He was 100% committed to making my mom happy. I was at my mom and dad's house, trying to talk him into going to the hospital. He finally acquiesced, but insisted I help him buy my mom a birthday present before we left. Don't worry, she already knows. He got her tickets to the antique road show. Even at the hospital when he was weak and tired, the nurse told my mom we would know he is feeling better when he starts to argue with her. The nurse left and my dad looked sweetly at my mom and whispered, I know better than to do that Syl. He loved to make her smile and this did the job. In a nutshell, he was dedicated to making her happy; if it mattered to my mom, it mattered to him. You may not know this, but the house I grew up in on Lancaster Way, he bought sight unseen. He figured if my mom loved it, he would love it too. Who does that? Oh yea, my dad. My dad once pulled me aside to show me all the beautiful jewelry he had bought for my mom. Wow, I said, that's a lot. He replied, I've got birthdays and Christmases covered for the next five years. My mom and dad were delightedly, joyously, and lovingly married for almost 54 years. Often I would hear my dad say to my mom, Syl, you're the best thing that ever happened to me.

But it's not just my mom he adored; he had the great fortune to be graced with thirteen beautiful grandchildren, and two delightful great grandchildren. He was so much more to them than a grandpa; He was their friend, their confidante, and quite often, their partner in crime. I knew that when he took them to a movie their pockets would be stuffed full of contraband. And trust me, it was never just one movie; the kids would come home exhausted declaring grandpa made us go to three movies! He had much more stamina than they did. Except for maybe Hayleigh, she once proudly exclaimed, that next time just the two of them were going and would be pushing for four. She asserted very smugly, that they were the only two that could take it.

My poor mom had to suffer my dad's inner child on a daily basis. On one of his more recent birthdays, my brother Dan bought my dad a hookah pipe. My dad sat with his grandchildren around my backyard table, all smoking his pipe together; and I have the pictures to prove it. My mom wanted to say something, it drove her crazy and trust me, she did not like it, but my dad reminded her, come on Syl, it's my birthday.

My dad was also very proud father. He had three strong, very adventurous and occasionally ruckus sons and one rather adorable, darling of a daughter. He instilled in us our core values and commitment to family and friends. We would stumble, we would falter and he would put us right again encouraging us, You got this baby. When we were small, he carried us on his shoulders to bed. He would turn out the lights and tell us thrilling and often scary stories. Throughout our childhood he took us on one adventure after another and let us run wild. Mothers, thinking me lost, were constantly bringing me back to my father. Somehow it didn't seem odd to them that I could show them exactly where he would be sitting reading his book. He would thank them, and send me off again.

He took us camping; he took us hiking. He took us on trips to museums. When the salmon were running we would visit the fish hatchery. We rafted down rivers and rode bike trails together. He slid down mountains with us in the winter and scaled colossal roller coasters in the summer. He taught us to ride our bikes, he taught us to ski. We would never, and I mean neve pass up a dairy queen without leaving with a large chocolate dipped ice cream cone.

In fact, I think we might have been his first partners in crime. Oh wait, I think I see a few of you out there shaking your heads no?

Okay, so we may not have been the first, but we were definitely his test subjects when it came to sneaking small children into movie theaters. I remember Pat and Dan once yelling from the back of the theater, Dad, we got caught, awkward. One of my earliest memories of movie hoping was back in the mid 70's. My dad and I were sat together in the back and my brothers and oh yea, sorry Bridget, Leonard was with us too; the boys were scatter around the theater. Remember, he let us run wild. Well, throughout the entire movie, he kept moaning and groaning, Oh jeeze, oh man, oh gosh, oh boy. I think he would have left, but he had no idea where the boys were. At the end of the movie, he turned to me and said, Don't tell your mother I took you to see that. It was Death Wish with Charles Bronson. Sorry Dad, the cat is out of the bag. There was never a dull moment with my dad.

As I look ahead, I know it will be a difficult time for us all. I look out and see my mom, my brothers, my husband, my children, my nieces and nephews, my family and friends, and I know what my dad would say to us all.

He would tell us that we will one day wake to a beautiful new day and be able to keep and share the memories and the stories of him, and all the pain we feel today will be washed away. He knows that our hearts are aching and he knows we're stumbling, but if we continue down the path he shared with us, we'll see all the beauty in living every day. He would tell us it's going to take time, but not to be afraid because he knows what lies ahead will shine.

He knows we feel broken, but he also knows our wings will heal and we will fly again. In fact, he would insist, I want you to soar, but please, he would remind us, remember to stop and smell the roses, because life is going to happen no matter what you plan.

I cannot express enough how much it means to me to see you all here today. Your being here reminds me that my dad touched so many lives in so many ways. I know you all will miss him.

MY DAD WILL BE MISSED.

He will be missed at his Brannan breakfasts; he will be missed at his bridge games; he will be missed on the fishing boat. He will be missed at back yard bar-b-ques; birthday celebrations; holidays, vacations, and get-togethers; more simply stated he will be missed everyday by all who knew and loved him well.

My dad was a man of integrity. He was kind, he was generous he was loving. My brothers, my husband, and I will miss our father so very much; he is the source of our convictions and he is our inspiration.

His grandchildren will miss his playful banter and loving ways.

My dear sweet mother will miss the love of her life, her soul mate, and her very best friend.

My dad always said, no matter what the day brought, good or bad, It was a delight.

Thank you Dad so much for just being you, a steadfast son, and unwavering brother; a committed husband, a dedicated father, and a doting grandfather; a passionate teacher and a loyal friend.

Washington Irving said, There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief.and unspeakable love.

Deb Hayes

March 6, 2018

I first met Mr. B in junior high. He was my English teacher - big and burly with an enormous handlebar mustache. At the time, I had no idea he hailed from Canada, but did imagine he was from someplace cold and was capable of many things other than being an exemplary teacher of grammar - certain that at one time he had earned his bread as a navvie or sailor or in some other daredevil profession, probably involving heavy tools and the great outdoors. A Gordon Lightfoot song definitely comes to mind. In any case, he was a fascinating, witty, and wise teacher, and I was happy to receive his instruction for three years throughout junior high at Sam Brannon Middle School.

Little did I know he actually had a wife and family! Coincidentally, I became best friends with his daughter, Gina. And my sister, Karin, and I spent innumerable afternoons throughout junior and high school at Mr. and Mrs. B's home on Lancaster Way - the house with the vivid green and yellow doors that matched perfectly with the green and yellow stained glass kitchen windows. I will never forget that welcoming façade. Inside, the kitchen was full of life and good smells from Mrs. B's amazing cooking and the sound of Mr. B's deep, rich voice. Whatever he spoke made me either think or giggle. There is a picture in one of the family photo albums of the Blumenscheins all assembled together in costume. It appears they are dressed in farming attire. But no, this was just their usual clothing. Don't get me wrong, the Blumenscheins are fine dressers, especially Gina, but this picture is a reminder of the essence of Mr. and Mrs. B as a couple - something that seems to be a little lost maybe. A focus on family and good times without much adornment. As real and generous as a human can get. Thank you for being you Mr. B.

Carol Trussell

March 6, 2018

Ray, I just know you and Alex are having an amazing time! I hope the salmon are biting. You were such a major part of our lives and that of our kids as they grew up. I hold the memories close to my heart. You will be truly missed!. Sending up my love.

Lianne Moseley

March 5, 2018

He brought joy to the people around him and oh, how we loved to return the favor. Making Ray laugh was like getting a little gift. He was humble and wise (with a natural ability to cheat at games). Sylvia - I know I am one of so many that admired and adored your Raymond.

Hannah Lynch

March 5, 2018

I miss your smile-
how your almond eyes smile too.
And when you take out your teeth,
it surely gets a laugh from me
every time.
I can still hear your laughter too,
echoing in my heart.

I miss playing cards with you-
We are such a team,
you and me.
Oh baby, you'd say,
You know what to do.
Your confidence in my abilities,
I carry with me everywhere.

I miss your sweet tooth-
I see you in the maple syrup
and the ice cream cones.
And in the little mints
I stuff my pockets full of.
You are the epitome
of all things sweet.

I miss shredding the ski slopes with you-
Geronimo! And off we took
together, down the mountain
like I am flying
in the skies with you.
Do you still fly above us?
I believe you do.

I wish I had more time-
don't we all.
But the moments I've shared
with you
were some of the best
in my whole life,
and I will cherish your memory
forever.

I love you-
and although you have left behind
this physical world,
your spirit lives on inside me.
I promise to hold your words dear,
and to stop to smell the roses,
to make each moment count.

I miss you grandpa-
and I love you very much.
And I am utterly grateful to you
to know you; thank you
for giving me love in life
and for teaching me
to love life back.

Jonah Lynch

March 5, 2018

it still feels like the Universe isnt at ease without U
like life's balance hinged on Ur earthly presence
like im a wreck without U

i couldnt even really face ~it~ or face myself when ~it~ happened
so much family tragedy back2back

i was with friends when dad hit me up on my facetime
before he said anything i kinda knew ~it~
and like i kinda knew but i wasnt there?? :(
:( tears :(
i cried like i never have before; i felt sick; i feel sick without U grandpa
i shared a hug with my friends and i left immediately
i hugged my pup and i cried till i fell asleep

? wat is ~it~ ?
? is ~it~ death ?
? is ~it~ passing passing to where?
? is ~it~ rebirth ?
? is ~it~ ascension ?
? where did ~it~ take U; did the skies swallow U up; does Ur consciousness float in the air?
god(s) please dont let ~it~ be scary

losing loved ones to the Universe; its like i met the Universe for the first time
i saw a timeline under me that i always knew was there but never really acknowledged
its like U, from within the Universe, reached out to me and opened my mind
i lived in anxious cycles, left unaddressed i see them now
i want to be wise and strong like U; i want to know myself; i need to face myself

i promise to appreciate life and give back just like U did
i want to promise to be as strong and good as U
i want U to know me when im strong like U

we shared a car ride near the end i think of that car ride a lot
i lived in Santa Cruz for 4 years but i live in Sac now
ready to get to know U as an adult
ready to see U more often
but then ~it~ happened

can U watch over me forever, Grandpa
can U watch me grow up
i love U Grandpa
let me show U how Uve empowered me
i frickon love U Grandpa
----Jonah

Sylvia Blumeschein

March 3, 2018

Raymond, I love you. That says it all. Syl

Pat & Richard Battye

February 16, 2018

We were very sorry to hear about Ray. While our daughter Helen was staying with Gina my husband and I went over for a holiday. We were warmly welcomed by Ray & Sylvia who were happy to take us on yet another sight seeing tour of the area. Lovely fun and easygoing, a pleasure to have known. You are all in out hearts and thoughts, Pat and Richard

Hayleigh Lynch

February 13, 2018

My grandpa could make his smile jump out of his face and onto me. He'd push his teeth unnaturally to the ends, and without a doubt it'd make my jaw drop, unleashing this crazy laughter. He had a special smile, and it's the prettiest picture ingrained in my memory. It's hard to let it go and I don't want to, but I know and he knows that death comes to even those with magnetic love, full hearts, and high spirits. And our parting ways doesn't take away from the good that was done, if anything it reminds us of how special it was. Saying goodbye is hard, but can also be forgiving. At the funeral, I was unexpectedly approached by my favorite teacher/ life mentor. It was a shock to see him considering I graduated high school years ago and I'm pretty sure I have no overdue assignments left. But Mr. Pollock wasn't there for me, but because Grandpa was his favorite teacher and the reason he wanted to teach himself. I had no idea, but he told me that everything he does in his classroom is modeled and inspired by my grandpa's work. Mr. Pollock told me the teacher I really love is my grandfather, and it's true. Even though it's hard to say goodbye, I'm so glad we all got together to share our precious memories and feelings because putting them all together creates something so much bigger than what they were individually. In saying goodbye, I got to discover more about our love and see the vast amounts of people who have been deeply touched by him. Even writing this passage is helping me fully grapple with the mass amounts of love I'm feeling right now. Saying goodbye conjures up the saddest in me, but alongside it I bring with me all of the love in my heart. Grandpa, thank you for blessing me with your love and your wisdom. You have been and forever will be my idol, teacher, mentor, and greatest love. I love you so much.

David Lynch

February 10, 2018

Ray:
For about 30 years, you were my dad too. I know you felt all the love in the room when you passed; I just hope that you knew my love, respect, and appreciation for you was a big part of it. Thank you for everything. I miss your laugh and your endless kindness. "Oh baby!" There will always be a Ray-shaped hole in our lives.
David.

Helen Battye

January 29, 2018

I am deeply saddened to hear of Rays passing. I am a friend of his daughter Gina and her husband Dave from the UK. I was lucky enough to spend 6 months living with Gina, Ray and Sylvia in 1990. On my arrival at the air port the fist thing Ray did was give me a hug and welcome me with his lovely easy manner! I was part of the family. They welcomed me into their lives and I immediately felt at home. I enjoyed the best 6 months of my life with the kindest, fun and most caring family ever!! I would regularly fall for Rays cheeky teasing but soon got wise to that and loved his sense of humour. My love always to Sylvia, Gina, Dave, Ted, Dan & Pat and all the grandchildren xxx

January 13, 2018

Ray was my brother's Father-in law but so much more than that to him and to all of our family. Ray once told me that all single mothers should drink plenty of wine and I have done my best to follow his instructions. His big smile and dry sense of humour will be how I remember Ray. His passing leaves a sense of loss...he is gone but not forgotten. Ruth and the senior Lynches x

January 11, 2018

I just now learned or Mr. Blumenschein's passing. He was a wonderful teacher, and a wonderful man.

I was just talking to a fellow classmate last year about teachers who inspired and challenged us (and some who didn't). Mr. Blumenschein was definitely high on our list.

That's what led to me just now doing a search for him, to see what he was up to. I'm sorry to learn this news, but as another former student wrote, this is primarily a chance to celebrate his life. God bless you, Mr. B.

Take care, Kyle Mathis

May 25, 2017

In remembrance of my good and close friend Ray Blum.

A close friendship of over 50 years is a life time experience that binds you together like no other event in your life time.
Ray was a true friend. Unpretentious, kind, caring and most giving in his treatment of others.
Joan and I got to know his entire family closely as life unfolded over 50 years of friendship. We shared joyous and sad occasions, always caring to be there for each other.
As we traveled in the US, Canada or overseas, we always had the best of times.
Whenever we encountered a family problem or a world crises, we could share our feelings in a wonderful exchange of ideas that only close friends can have.
I was always grateful that I had a friend that listened and shared feelings that helped me cope with life's difficult encounters.
As illness overwhelmed Ray he never lost his sense of humor or his interest in his friends. He would always look at the bright side of life. Always devoted to his family and grateful for what he had.
I will miss sharing with him a lamb dinner and a cup or two of strong Arabic coffee that he loved to share at our house.
Ray lives in my memory as a reminder of our close friendship that few people will ever experience. For that I will always be grateful.
In loving memory,
Raymond and Joan Musallam.

Mary Liz Richardson

May 20, 2017

I always loved working with Ray at JFK. He was a man of reason but quick witted and seemed to have common sense. I loved his retirement party with Ray Musallum. I just learned from your neighbor, Greg, of his passing. The Angels are dancing. Or playing Scrabble.

Tim Blumenschein

April 9, 2017

Dear Aunt Sylvia, Ted, Dan, Gina, Pat and family -
Ray was the best of us and will be sorely missed. How could he not be anyone's favorite uncle as he was for myself and two brothers.
He taught me the wisdom of finding humour in any situation, and that a thirst for knowledge can be infectious if contacted from a person who clearly loves to learn and teach.
Thank you Ray for all the good you instilled in our lives.
With love
Tim Blumenschein & Wendy Bakgaard

Ivan Blumenschein

April 7, 2017

My grandfather was an enormous part of my life, and I regret not being able to spend more time with him. However, I am grateful that I knew him for what time I did, and for the memories we were able to make together. I remember how Grandpa would always know his stats about sports, and liked betting on them very much. Grandpa and I would always make bets whenever we could, and I remember one time where he was so sure about the outcome of one game, he decided to give me 2.9 extra points added onto my team's final score. Somehow though, Grandpa knew his would win by 3 points before the game even started, and beat me by one tenth of a point. The next bet we made though, I asked him to tell me about the professional predictions. I bet on the winning team, and gave him 3.1 points. He once again beat me by one tenth of a point. I treasure the memories I have and the moments I've shared with him. He was truly a special person.

March 28, 2017

Bye Ray will sure miss you. Say hi to Sam for me, we sure are lucky we have One Saint up and One Saint still in Sacramento. Thanks for the fun and letting me stick my foot in my mouth and your quite smile boy you smiled a lot. Thank for letting me uses you as my uncle sometime older brother mayor of Sacramento, whatever the moment brought up, and again that quite smile.

thoa david and your two still student Tommy and (Tony)

one Saint up and One

Catherine Robertson

March 27, 2017

Sylvia and family,
Our deepest sympathy to you and your family. We count it a blessing to have connected with you both when you visited us along with Bob and Charlene 7 or 8 years ago. I am sorry we didn't get to visit you in Sacramento as well. My sister Adele died at 1 pm today. Perhaps Jerry and Norah told you about her as they came to visit us and especially her in June .16. I have been remembering Raymond in my Masses and prayers since Norah let us know or his rather sudden death.

Pat and Mary Johnson

March 26, 2017

I don't know what to say because it seems impossible that Ray would ever stopped being an influence on all who were lucky to know him and love him. I have been fortunate to know him from our college days to exploring Turkey in our retirement. In between we shared family, friends,adventures and student poverty. One time when we broke we joined the Artillery reserves. We both ranked gunners (privates). When bloom got his cheque it was made out to Gnr Blumenschein He never cashed it rather used it to point out how he had become an army general as he moved into his next summer job. That was either cooking in a construction camp or logging with brother Paul at Pitt Lake. Bloom and Sylvia spent much time with Mary and I over the years and they were always times to be remember. Glory days

Ken (and Kathy) Ramdin

March 25, 2017

Our friendship began in 1958 at Notre Dame College in Nelson, British Columbia, Canada.
As a student from Trinidad in the West Indies, the cold, wintry Canadian weather was my first "foreign" experience, and the start of "Adventures with Bloomie". I thought I was popular because classmates liked to hang out with me. Bloom finally told me the real reason--I was an easy mark for cigarette
bummers.
I followed Bloom to Seattle U. with Bill Gaines and Pat Johnson, taking some classes while searching for the social scene. We had this great idea--all we needed was a car. We each chipped in $25., and a classic green Chevy was ours. Our first road trip did not go well. Close to the Canadian border, it died. What to do? A quick escape seemed the best option.
During that time Ray met Sylvia, fell in love and married. My contribution to the celebration , besides being the Best Man, was providing the wedding cake (yellow) compliments of the King County Juvenile Hall. (I was the cook).
Ray stood with me in Santa Barbara as Best Man at my wedding.
The ensuing Sacramento years brought four children, Dan being my godson. Throughout the years, I enjoyed Ray and Sylvia's generous hospitality. Bloom provided personal airport pickup and delivery service to many homes. I think I slept on beds/ couches/ futons/ floors in several "hoods" --- 70th St.,
Fruitridge, Fegan Way, Lancaster, by the Park. I especially remember the house when Gina got married, Ted had the black bedroom and Bloom put the little, fluffy, white dog in permafrost storage. Finally, the Pocket, where we stayed for extended visits, getting to see the children and grandchildren through many stages.
For Ray and Sylvia's great, open hearts and treasured friendship we are deeply grateful.
Ken and Kathy Ramdin

Jenny Mohler

March 24, 2017

Mr. Blumenschein was my English teacher at JFK. He got me into journalism, which led to my majoring in English and a change in my life direction. He would scribble percentages with multiple decimal points onto the chalkboard and say, "We know it's true - 99.47593728% of experts say so." He was so funny, encouraging, and positive. He was one of my favorite and very best teachers. My condolences and thoughts go to your family.

Aliya White

March 24, 2017

I was honored to be a student in one of your father's classes at Kennedy High School. Your father taught me more than high school English. He encouraged me and he believed in me. A few years after I graduated, I ran into him and he quoted the beginning of one of the poems I had written in his class. My mother attended his services today because I wanted to be there but couldn't. He will be missed. I wanted to be a writer and he was one of the few people in my young life that told me I should go for it. You know your father was an incredible human being. I just wanted you to know how many people benefited from his wonderfulness in the classroom as well.

Candy Koropp

March 24, 2017

Ray was surely the descriptors in the obit. I remember the fun we had at our monthly scrabble/dinner parties.
My thoughts are with you, Sylvia, and your family.

John D. Lane

March 24, 2017

Mr. Blumenschein arrived on the scene of my life just when I needed him the most. I was barely an adolescent, struggling with a burgeoning body and mind, thrown into the chaotic crucible of junior high school.

He arrived with the presence of a giant, a man with an imposing physical presence that was only exceeded by the power of his intense intellect.

In a time of upheaval at home and in society he provided a rock of emotional and intellectual strength that guided and molded my fledgling soul.

Though he instilled in me a universal passion for learning, he wasn't limited to academics. He taught me the importance of taking personal responsibility. He taught me how to have the strength of my own convictions without infringing on others'.

He imbued me with his intellectual and moral strength and simultaneously built my confidence and my humility.

I rejoice today. I rejoice not because his life is over; I rejoice because his life was so wonderful.

Of course he died too soon; most people do. But the story isn't the pain of his death, the story is the beauty of his life . . . . a life that has developed and strengthened thousands of students and left an eternal legacy of intellectual and moral strength.

Kathleen Fisher

March 23, 2017

Dearest Sylvia and family, Ray is a light that will eternally shine. I will always remember his smile and his kind soft spoken manner.

Mary and Dan White

March 23, 2017

Sylvia and Family,
Dan is on his way to be with you to celebrate Ray's life. I certainly enjoyed our time with both of you. Many prayers are coming your way.
God Bless You!

Selene Lum

March 22, 2017

Mr. Blumenschein was one of my favorite teachers in high school, always teaching with such enthusiasm and vigor and challenging us to think. He will be remembered fondly by many.

John Lane

March 22, 2017

Rest in peace, Mr. B. A wonderful man and teacher that such a way with students. He will be missed.

Rebecca Fong

March 21, 2017

Dear Blumenschein family, thank you for sharing him with so many students. Your father inspired much enthusiasm in reading and lifelong learning in me. Watching "The Durrells in Corfu" on PBS reminded me of our assignment to read My Family and Other Animals -- and how colorful and comical school could be.

Stephanie Yun

March 21, 2017

Mr. Blumenschein is one of the teachers I most remember. I was in at least one, if not two of his classes at Sam Brannan Jr. High and later at Kennedy High School. I remember how tall he was and how he was able to make our lessons fun and rewarding. He lives on the memories of all of his students.

Staci Fukuoka

March 21, 2017

Mr. B was one of my favorite teachers and an all around good guy. My prayers go out to his family in this time of mourning.

Candace Oto

March 21, 2017

Mr. Blumenschein will always be remembered. He taught me English at Kennedy. I still remember his smile and the way he taught. I'm happy to see he enjoyed his retirement and had so many children and grandchildren. May peace be with Mr. Blumenschein and his family.

Ryan Fong

March 21, 2017

Mr. B was always a favorite teacher. He had a great sense of humor and I have very fond memories of him from my years at Sam Brannan in the late 70's and Kennedy in the early 80's. I hope his family knows what a special teacher he was to so many of us.

Tim Short

March 20, 2017

Mr Blume is one of the main reasons that I am a teacher today. He also played such an important educational role in my graduating of college and getting my M.A.ed. Your family will be in my prayers.

Jacquie Mylove-Holman

March 18, 2017

Mr. B will be missed he was the best English teacher ever. His sense of humor made my life better. I pray for healing in his family with his passing. Rest in Heaven, sir.

March 18, 2017

You will be missed but never forgotten. Pat James

March 18, 2017

I can't find the words to express how sad to know we will never see Ray again. He was one of the best and both Tom and I send Sylvia and the family our prayers and love. I will miss him just for the politcal arguments and his smoked salmon. We all will miss him for so many different reasons, he was one of a kind.
Tom and Nancy Tinsley
Merced, CA.

Daniel White

March 18, 2017

Ray was a really great guy. He helped me adjust to university life. I couldn't have done it without him. It is very sad to see him go.

March 18, 2017

The impression was immediate that Ray was a cut above the rest of us.
A kind and noble gentleman who will be missed.
Tonie Dewey

March 18, 2017

May Mr.Blumenschein rest in peace.Taught me math at Sam Brannan J.H. 1963.Very kind and caring.My condolences to his family.Sincerely Javier Alcala, Salem Or.

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